Title It's a Child's World
Author Fanfiction name: Salukeni (Real name: Siria)
Ratings I'd say.. T to be safe
Sumarry On a potions accident, Age Reducing potion to be exact, when a prank goes from and falls into a far too strong potion and Harry gets soaked in it, he gets turned into a five-year-old. Dumbledor, being the old dippy he is, leaves who as but Draco Malfoy in charge? Harry still has his memories, yes, but Draco somehow manages to forget they are enemies. Once a curer is brewed, and actually works (Your'll need to read the next few years once their up to fully understand what I mean by this) and harry is restored to his correct age and size, Draco and Harry begin to fall for each other (On the count of three! One.. Two.. Three! AWWWW!).
Pairings Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Dean
Cautions I am not the orginal maker of this plot. Please don't sue.

------------------ Draco Malfoy's P.O.V - Chapter One - Potion's Class ------------------

Double Potions. Oh the horror of it all! But in Draco Malfoy's case as they all strode into the stone-walled classroom, it was pure bliss, a chance to provke Potter without getting points taken off or making snide remakes at that Pavrati girl and her friend Lavender Brown or whatever her name was.

The door slammed shut behind them with a loud BANG and an even deeper silence filled the room. If it was possible. Draco's eyes followed his Potion's Professor as he made his way up to the desk infront of the class.

Professor Snape glared down at the Gryffindor's seated and cleared his throat, "Good evening class." He said, not half expecting a reply. Besides, he never got a returned "Good evening." or "Good morning.", so why should this day be any different?

He cast a quick glance around his class before continuing, "Today we will be studying the 'Age Reducing' potion, it usualy reduce's one's age.." He trailed off quickly to stare at Neville, "If it is brewed correctly, it will usualy reduce the age of the being who drinks it by about 2 or 3 years. If brewed incorrectly, it can sometimes reduce for more then 10 or 20 years, or sometimes having no effect what so ever." He gave a smile as Neville's face paled, as did Harry and Ron's, "Your instructions are on the board. You may begin." He declared as with a flick of Snape's wand, the method appered on the black board.

Draco heaved his cauldron onto the desk and placed water in it, prodding the tiny fire under it with his wand. He stole a quick glance around the room, everyone seemed to be having trouble with lighting fires today, (probably because it was raining and a horrible chill had been in the castle all day even though it was just three months into the new school new), other then Granger who was making orange and red flames come out of her wand by saying "Flariesm!" over and over again.

Finaly a good fire was sizzling under his cauldron as he put in a drop of dragon blood into his potion. As the next half an hour passed, the air was thick with different coloured fumes and smells. Draco could have sworn that Crabbe would have become an ice statue the way he frozen when some potion splashed onto his arm.

Many people were now, in which case the fumes had got so bad, having coughing fits. Potter trying his best not to so much as show he hadn't the smell but anyone with a brain could tell he was ready to dive into the lake at any moment now. The noise grew to a very loud level and Snape finaly got the nerve and stand up and roar out, "SILENCE!" and silence it was. Deafing silence.

CRACK

The noise appered to have come from the right hand corner at the front of the classroom. A rocket (A/N In other words, a rocket is another meaning for a firework. drools. Fiirrreewoorrrksss...) whizzed around the air, creating a trail of sparkles in each inche of the air it touched. The rocket zoomed past Draco's head, he gave a horrified yell and accident leaped forwards a few paces, knocking his cauldron off his desk and sprayed the whole class room in the pale-lavendery-purple substance.

A series of shrieks were heard, but the loudest was a terrified yell and a choking noise. Everyone turned to see Potter covered in purple goo, he spat out a few droplets. Granger shriked something that sounded like, "No! Don't do anything!" before Potter sollowed it. What came next was something no one would ever have expected.

------------------ Harry Potter's P.O.V - Chapter One - Potion's Class ------------------

Harry blinked. Everything's going fine, next moment something purple flies into his face, he chokes slightly, and has to swallow it, and next moment your'v got everyone staring at you. Why did everything HAVE to happen to him?

In the now clear potion that covered the floor, a five-year-old Harry Potter stared back him.

"What the hell?" He asked aloud, not meaning to of course.

Snape gave a low chuckle. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately, Potter?"

"Yes. This morning." He answered, noting his voice was higher pitch then usualy, "Why?" He added, shooting a question look at his two best friends who were staring at him with an expression of horror.

"I advise you should." Snape replied, with another flick of his wand that day, a hand-hold mirror appered in Harry's hand.

Harry gazed at himself. His hair was shorted, his face more childish and his eyes more round and innocent. His boy was atleast four feet high now instead of his six feet hight, he was a bit more half his usual size! He let out a loud groan, hitting his head on the desk.

"What's wrong Potter, age getting you down?" Pansy Parkinson sneered at Harry, the Slytherin's burst out laughed but were silent when Snape said "Enough!".

"If it wasn't for the fact that I have a bunch of mad killing idoits around about the size of a smale army after my blood then I would have run away by now." Harry muttered.

"Draco!" Snape barked at Malfoy, who jumped back in surprise. "Take Potter to the head masters office now! And explain what happened while your at it!"

Malfoy have a cold stare at both of them. "Why me? I didn't do anything!"

"Your the one who got us in this whole mess anyway! NOW DO IT!" Snape roared before turned back to everyone else. "If I DEAR find out who set off that firework, you will soon find yourself in a months worth of detentions and if your lucky enough, two months."

The door slammed shut and Harry winced as he and Draco walked the way to headmasters office.

"This is all your fault your know." Harry said icily to Malfoy.

"Huh! Your the one who swallowed the potion!" Malfoy replied just as coldly, if not more.

"And your the one who brewed the god damn stupid faulty potion anyway!"

"Just shut up, Potter!"

Harry ignored this and sudderenly became mildly interested in a passing butterfly that managed to find its way inside. "Ohh! Look! It's a butterfly!"

Dra-no wait, Malfoy shook his head saddly. "I'm being to wonder if the potion erased your sanity as well as your age."

As they turned another corner, they sound found themselves face the stone gargoyle.

------------------ Siria's End of Story Comments ------------------

A/N Should I continue? Yes? No? Please R&R! This is my brother once I finished making the story, "There's something very werid about the noise coming from your room, Siria." and this is me, "What? So I'm not allowed to type things anymore?"