Chapter One

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Filius Flitwick was woken up by one of his Ravenclaw's shaking him awake. The young Third Year was obviously quite distressed, as he was trying quite hard not to cry.

"Young one, what happened?" Filius asked gently, his answer was quite disturbing.

"I killed Harry Potter, I just know it!" The distressed third year wailed.

What? What happened to Young Harry!? Filius thought, panicking as he gathered his wand and gestured for the young teen to lead him the way.

At the very same time that Professor Flitwick was being awoken, Professor Pomona Sprout was as well.

"Oh dear, child. What happened to make you like this?" Pomona asked gently as she handed the Hufflepuff Third Year a handkerchief.

"It's Harry Potter, he died protecting me from a spell!" The boy wailed as he used the kerchief to wipe his tears.

Harry? Oh my, what's happened?! Pomona thought as she ushered the student to lead her to where Harry supposedly "died".

Five minutes later, both professors were staring at each other, while their students apologized and were practically begging for mercy as they truly believed they were the cause of their Savior's untimely death.

When Filius went to reach for Harry's school cloak, he was quite shocked when it moved. Actually, the whole pile of clothes moved to reveal a very small five year old child.

"Professor Flitwick? I don't think that this is very good and my clothes don't fit anymore." A very small and femininely child-like voice said as emerald green eyes stared straight at Filius.

"Harry? Oh dear, we must get you to Poppy!" Pomona cried as soon as she realized that the small high-pitched feminine voice of the child belonged to an extremely young Harry Potter.

Filius gasped as the child stood up, mostly because Harry was now a five year old child, and just a little because he was now just as short as Filius was, him-self.

The two Third Years gasped and then cooed at how adorable Harry was as a child. Then they both realized that it was because of them-selves that Harry was in this predicament, they quickly threw them-selves at Harry and practically begged him to forgive them.

Harry smiled cutely and just nodded his head at them.

"Oh, but can you please keep this a secret? If you do so, it will more than make up for what happened." Harry said gently in his smaller, quieter child-like voice.

The two boys nodded their heads rapidly as they looked at Harry with awe in their eyes. They knew that the Savior was kind, but this was truly unexpected.

"Now, please go on to breakfast, it is a weekend day and please do try to keep quiet about this." Harry spoke clearly so they would understand how serious this actually was.

The two nodded their heads again and both ran off without waiting for their teacher's permission. It seemed as though most every student respected the great Savior's word than their teachers. Most young people would be ecstatic with that information; Harry was not like that however.

"I'm sorry Professor's; they listened to me instead of letting you dismiss them. I swear I don't do that on purpose." Harry said sadly with a sigh.

Filius and Pomona smiled at the five year old Harry Potter. He was still the same no matter what age.

"It is fine Harry; I believe that they would listen to you far more than they would us in this situation. You have the talent for getting people to do what you ask, and thankfully, you know how dangerous a talent such as that is and therefore you only use it when you absolutely need to." Filius said softly as he gathered up all of Harry's clothes that just fell off the child, all except for his shirt which just barely hung around the boy's shoulders.

The boy was very small, even for a Fifth Year, but now that he was just about ten years younger, his shirt just barely hung onto him and looked more like a dress than a shirt on him.

"Now then Harry, let's go to Poppy, surely she can do something." Pomona said with conviction as Harry kneeled to pick up his wand where it had fallen when the spell had hit him.

The two shorter beings nodded their heads and followed the taller Witch.

Just about ten minutes later, as Harry was telling the final details of what had happened to him to Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, they entered the Hospital Wing and shocked Poppy who was just about to leave.

"Pomona, Filius, who is this Little One?" Poppy asked gently as not to scare the small child.

Harry smiled gently at the kind Witch and spoke. "I seem to be in a bit of trouble Madame Pomfrey."

That caused Madame Pomfrey to faint. The young child that had spoken was obviously a very young Harry Potter.

When Poppy fell backwards, Harry was the first to act. He quickly cast, "Wingardium Leviosa!" to gently lift her into the air and place her onto one of the beds in the Wing.

That momentarily stunned Pomona and Filius because they weren't exactly sure if Harry could use any of the spells he had been taught in the previous year's thanks to the little fact that he was now a five year old.

They knew, of course, that Harry had retained all his memories and his knowledge simply by speaking to him, but they had no idea of knowing if he was still a very powerful young Wizard.

He had just answered their unasked question unknowingly.

"Professor Flitwick, may I have my clothes back, I would at least like to make them smaller, because it's a little drafty here." Harry said softly with a blush. Mind you, he was only wearing a shirt at the present moment.

"Oh, of course! It must be terrible to be like that." Filius said gently as he handed the clothes to the young Wizard.

Harry quietly cast a, "Reducio", Charm on the rest of his clothes as well as one on the shirt that barely hanging around his shoulders.

Although, he waited to do that until he was behind one of the curtains that were around all of the beds.

Pomona and Filius smiled as Harry quickly ducked behind one of the curtains and started to get dressed. He was so very modest.

It only took Harry a minute or two to get dressed and come out from behind the curtain and when he did, his two professors were very stunned, well, perhaps not stunned but somewhat close to it.

Harry looked exactly like he did normally, except he was now smaller and his face was more cherubic than before. Not to mention that his jet black hair reached the middle of his back in gentle shiny obsidian curls. His emerald green eyes were larger than they usually were behind his glasses as well.

Harry looked at Madame Pomfrey as she left the dream world that she was in a minute later.