II. It's All About Being the Right Size

Harry found himself falling down into a deep, deep well... Either that or he was falling in slow motion.

It was very dark, the only source of light was coming from the hole he felt in itself, but now it just seemed like a far away star.

"Lumus" He said, illuminating the well a bit. Still, he couldn't see the end of the road or any sigh of Hermione.

Harry looked around and found out the walls of the well where in fact shelves, full with different sized books, bottles with strange forms and colorful liquids, maps, candies and several other rare items. There were some paintings too, which would greet him while he passed.

He lighted above him and found his bag -descending slowly too-, stained in black by the dry ink.

'Maybe there's something I could use'

Harry swam in the air to get to it. As he thought, all the books were ruined, sticky and absolutely intelligibles.

There should be something else that might help him to what may come when he hits ground. He put his hand in but took it away quickly when a piece of glass cut his palm, making a drop of blood fall into the nothing.

Harry continued falling for what it seemed like ages.

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After the first half hour -or so he thought- Harry gave up and began to wonder what may be down there.

Where was Hermione going and why was she so terrified when she said she was late? And where for Merlin's beard is here?

"Watch out pal" Warned a clown in a paint he went pass, pointing his gloved hand down the tunnel.

It took him a second understand the clown's warning. He heard a noise and saw many flying bug-like object, covering the route. He just had time to cover his face with his arms to avoid the scratches.

And then, at last, he hit floor. Hard.

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The room was lighted with torches, it was round and more paintings where hanging around the wallpapered walls. Right in the middle was a beautiful glass table.

The only sound was the paintings chattering, whispering among themselves, commenting about the newcomer; and the buzzing. The bug like objects where zooming on top of him, like a group of bees.

After recovering from the hit, Harry stood up, shaking the dust from his trousers, and searching for a way out: A door, a tunnel, anything. However, he was only able to find a really small –about twelve inches high-, yet very ornate, door in front of him. He kneeled down to look through the knob.

What he saw was an enormous garden filled with flowers and trees, a clear blue sky and many singing birds. A beautiful landscape.

And Hermione. The white rabbit -which he was convinced was his friend- came to view between the flowers, quickly getting away bouncing.

"Hermione!" Yelled Harry but the rabbit didn't hear him.

"I'm late, I'm late" She said before finally going out of sight.

Harry, beginning to get frustrated, growled and punched the door with anger. The door didn't even have scratch... unlike his hand, which was already bleeding because of the glass cut. He ignored the pain and got up in a jump.

Taking away his wand, Harry pointed at the door, casting a spell.

"Engorgio" He said, but the door remained the same size.

"Alohomora" The door didn't open tough.

"Bombarda" He shouted, the door did not move.

Thinking again; even if the door exploded, he wasn't going to be able to cross through. He was too big.

Now he was desperate.

"Hey you! Stop that, you are going to kills us from a heart attack" Said the paint of an old woman dressed like a high class Victorian.

"Yes, you are giving us a fright" Supported another painting, a young woman surrounded by children from a rural school.

"You are too noisy" Continued a gentleman who was reading next to a torch.

All the paintings where complaining loudly and at the same time, giving Harry a headache and angry him more.

"Young man, why don't you just use the key like a civilized person?" Suggested an old man kindly, his wife nodding behind him.

Harry looked where the man was pointing at and saw the swarm above him. The objects were buzzing and flying, indistinct to what was happening down there. He noticed then they were indeed little keys, perfects for the small door.

The old man pointed next to the glass table, where a petit bottle with a pink content was.

Harry approached to the table and lifted the bottle, reading its label:

"Drink me. Drink me?" Harry asked confused to the old man. The man merely nodded.

Well, he had tried all and this was his last chance. The door was the only way out.

Without thinking more, Harry drank the pink liquid.

At first, he did not feel anything, but soon he noticed his feet were larger as so his hands… and then all his body was growing fast. Everything seemed so little from that high and the door was even smaller.

'Great. I'm bigger, now what?'

Now, it will be more impossible for him to get through that door.

But he was the right size to reach for the door's key. The swarm was now a few inches above him, instead of the several ones.

Which one should it be?

He had searched for the key for a few minutes when he located a bright blue key with an intricate design. Just like the door.

'That must be'

He stretched out his hand to take it. As he closed his grip around the key, the other ones noticed his presence and began to fly in his direction in order to attack him. Harry pulled out his hand fast before they could.

The petit key stopped moving in his hand after a moment, it had little -almost transparent- golden wings, like a snitch.

"Now use that one! Just one small bite!" It was the old man's wife who was yelling. Harry looked down and found a muffin over the table.

That wasn't there before, right?

He removed that thought and picked up the muffin. It said 'Eat me'.

Harry gave it a small bite, as the lady told him, and felt his body shrinking immediately. Now he was the right size.

He thanked the old couple from the painting -"You are welcome darling" replied the old lady- and used the key to open the door. It fit perfectly.

The brightness of the outside was blinding. He could hear the bird's song clearly. He could smell the flowers… He was able to look for Hermione.

He waved goodbye to the old couple before going deep into the garden.