Summary: (crummy title, I know, don't rub it in) this story immediately follows HPatDH but ignores the epilogue. It's about how Harry is transformed into a child by a potion brewed by a certain slimy Slytherin. Harry's friends must adapt to this very timid and different version of Harry while a complex potion is brewed to restore him to his former self. A story of how love and friendship can triumph even the most absurd situations. NOT A SLASH! Please read the AN's at the end of each chapter because they help you understand the confusing parts (I'm a crap writer so I bet they'll be many) and it gives you my unworthy opinion as well. PLEASE read them, they should help and it would mean so much to me!  Please review as well!

Characters (in order of appearance): Harry, Hermione, Ron (they share second place), Ginny, Dumbledore, Neville and (git extravaganza) Draco (not so much). Plus lots of others but these are the sort of mains.

Warnings: Language…13 +…Minor – medium Dursley abuse.

Type: Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/De-aging

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the idea of Harry Potter. I am doing this simply to entertain myself and hopefully a few others. I'm not making, or planning to make, any money out of this I DON"T OWN IT! Please don't take it off the website or sue me. GOD BLESS J.!!!

Chapter 1 - Tricked

Harry awoke in a wave of panic. His hand flew to his mouth, instantly to block the scream that threatened to waken every one in Gryffindor tower. Sheens of cold sweat shone on his face and dampened his back while his chest was rising and falling rapidly. At least ten minutes later, Harry had managed to calm himself down and he lay panting in his bedspread, his blanket knocked off long ago from his night-time thrashing.

A nightmare… Harry sat up in bed and cradled his head in his hands still trying to master the concept of even breathing. Harry had been blessed with many nights of uninterrupted sleeps after Voldemort's fall, but tonight was horrifying. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a nightmare this bad before.

Groping blindly for his glasses, Harry walked away from his bed silently over towards the window which was half open. He sat and stared at the quarter moon while a cool summer night air gently played across his face.

Just a stupid dream, not like you've had worse before.

In Harry's mind eye he could see parts of the horribly vivid dream playing over and over again: the battle, the casualties and the sheer terror that could almost be tasted in the air. But worst of all there was the blame. It was Harry's fault for getting them involved. He shuddered, these were not pleasant memories and he pushed them out of his head with great difficulty. As he had heard once before, 'it does not do to dwell on dreams'. Glancing over at the clock he whispered a curse as it was nearly four in the morning and yet the sky was still black as if it were the middle of the night.

Sighing, he stood up and stretched and headed for his trunk. He knew that trying to get back to sleep was hopeless so he rummaged through his trunk to find the Marauders Map. This could often occupy him for nearly an hour, so he thought he'd give it a try. The enchanted map showed peace in the castle as everyone was a sleep except for a few ghosts that were wandering the corridors and Mrs Norris, Filch's evil cat. Scowling slightly and the caretaker's cat's name, he turned the page over and saw something – or rather, someone – which confused the young wizard greatly.

Draco Malfoy was wandering around the castle, on his own. And then, curiously, as he reached the end of the corridor he turned around and walked the other way without hesitation. Harry stared at the dot marked at the Malfoy boy intently and his eyes widened slightly when he realised that Malfoy was pacing, backwards and forwards down the corridor. And what Harry found to be even more confusing is that he wasn't far away from Gryffindor tower, diffidently enemy lines for him at least.

Frowning and curious, Harry slipped a jumper over his pyjamas and shoved his feet into some socks and sneakers while grabbing his father's invisibility cloak, his wand and the Map and climbed, quietly out of Gryffindor tower. He kept his wand lit with Lumos as he walked under the cloak toward the suspicious Malfoy. Finally he turned a corner and there Draco was walking towards him from the other end of the corridor. The first thing Harry noticed that Draco was wearing some bizarre pair of green goggles that were a lot larger than his actual eyes. He would have looked funny to Harry except he was smirking in Harry's general direction. Harry froze, his heart beating wildly. Those comical looking goggles could see through invisibility cloaks. He wasn't afraid of Malfoy but he'd prefer to not start a duel right there and then.

Before Harry could even react Draco gave a violent swish of his wand and Harry found himself unable to move one inch of his body. He was completely frozen by Malfoy's non-verbal spell. Shit.

"Evening, Potter." said Malfoy, smirking even more now that his opponent had been incapacitated. He removed his absurd goggles from his face and then slowly, relishing the sense of power off his rival, gently tugged the cloak off of Harry and let it drop to the floor. Even though there was nothing to stop Draco searching through his pockets he was glad the Marauders Map was safely out of sight, and Malfoy had no clue Harry even owned it.

"I suppose you want to know why I've been out here pacing the hall for hours on end." He drawled "In fact, I've been doing it for every night since you got out of the Hospital Wing hoping that you'd go on one of your little night-time strolls."

Harry was deeply confused and frustrated. So Malfoy had set a stupid trap for him, and thanks to Harry's nightmare he'd walked straight into it. Whatever was about to happen, Harry hardly reckoned it would be good.

"I bet you're a bit confused right know, being as thick as you are. So I'll make this simple. I hate you, very, very much. I'm going to humiliate you for a few weeks using a very complex potion I've been brewing. When you wake up tomorrow you will have every recollection of tonight and every night before that but the potion will have transformed you into an infant. Just a bit of justice I thought, you know, to deflate your big head a little bit. I'm sure your ego will be cut down quite a bit to size when their changing your nappy's." He finished smugly, a wicked grin on his face. Then he took a flask from his cloak and uncorked it.

He moved closer to Harry who was filled with an acid hatred that he was surprised that Draco couldn't feel it radiating from Harry's skin. Unfortunately, Harry had his lips open ever so slightly when Malfoy had frozen him and so Draco let every drop of the potion trickle slowly into Harry's mouth, leaving it to run down his throat and into his stomach.

And then Malfoy, the scum, drew his wand out again and the next thing Harry knew was that everything went black.

A/N: OMG! I know I hate Draco too! This chapter is more of a prologue because it's a bit shorter than the other chapters I'm going to write. I hope that this will assure every body that I do not like or sympathise much with Draco and will be writing about him just as JK Rowling would, as a school bully. This is not really a slash so Harry and Ginny start and end up together (like it should be and how I like it). Draco has an evil little plot going on here but it won't work quite how he planned….that's all I'll say for now!