Disclaimer : I own nothing! The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I have just borrowed her ideas and played around with them.

Summary : Harry is reintroduced to the Wizarding World at the young age of three, however it is not the light side that help him first.

Hi! Sorry if this wasnt as quick as before, school kept me busy a lot, but i didnt go in today so i thought i would finish this chapter i had started a while back. Hope you enjoy.

"Manelin!"

"What?" He grumbled into his pillow.

"Manelin!" They repeated, shaking his shoulders. "Get up. It's Christmas!"

"Fuck off."

"Here let me try."

"Keaira don't – "

The warning went unheeded. With a swish of her wand, Keaira dumped water on top of the sleepy black haired boy.

Harry jumped, shocked by the water. He fell out of bed, smashing his head on the bedside table as he fell. His magic lashed out.

Keaira didn't even have the chance to scream as she was suddenly encaged in large glass tank, every inch filled with water.

"Manelin release her!" Draco screamed as Pansy went and tried to break the glass.

No matter what spell she fired, nothing would break it.

Pansy was screaming hysterically as she saw her best friend drowning, unable to do anything.

Draco had grabbed Harry and was trying to get him to wake from his unconscious state that he had knocked himself into.

"What the heck is going on in here?" Rhian asked opening the door, her hair still matted from sleep.

"Shit!" She said, taking in the scene in front of her. She turned on her heel and ran out the room. She returned seconds later with Ajax and Marcello with her.

Marcello ran over to where the blond boy was trying in vain to wake up Harry while Ajax turned to the glass tank.

He paused for a second then said a quick spell. They watched as the tank disappeared and Keaira and the water fell swiftly to the floor. With another quick incantation, the water disappeared.

Keaira lay on the floor gasping in air.

"What happened?"

"It's my fault really." Keaira said in between breaths.

"Keaira, don't speak for a while until you have you breath back." Rhian said softly. The dark haired girl nodded in acceptance.

Pansy looked quickly to see that Draco and Ajax were still trying to revive Harry.

"Well, we were trying to get Manelin up. He's taken to sleeping in really late recently. Draco was trying to wake him up by shaking him but it wasn't working. Keaira decided to drop water on him to wake him up. Manelin jumped from the shock and sort of fell out of bed. I think he knocked his head on the way down and then Keaira was trapped inside the tank."

"I can't get him to wake up." Ajax said standing up with the boy in his arms. He then lowered him carefully onto the bed. "Rhian can you go and get the Dark Lord? I'm sure he'll want to be here."

"Of course Ajax" She said then walked out the room, her night robe fluttering behind her.

"Why won't he wake?" Keaira asked softly, standing up slowly. She walked up to Harry's bed. She gasped as she saw blood on his pillow. "Ajax!" She cried, pointing towards his head.

"Oh Merlin, I didn't notice that. I'm not good at healing spells. Marcello?" He said, turning to the man at the end of the bed.

He looked up, his expression pensive. Then it changed suddenly and he picked up his wand. He aimed it at Harry and then paused. "Lift his head up, it should have healed."

Ajax did so. "Yes its fine. But he's going to need a blood-replenishing potion. Can you go and get – "

"Oh no! No, no, no! I'm not touching Rhian's potions. Last time I did, I lost my hand for a week." Marcello said, backing up from bed, his hands raised in the air.

Ajax laughed, "I did wonder why you only had one hand. I didn't realise that it was Rhian's doing. Oh well, we'll just wait for her to return and go get one."

"Go and get what?" Rhian said walking in and holding the door open for the Dark Lord.

"We need a blood-replenishing potion. Manelin's head was bleeding."

"What's he done now?" Voldemort asked, walking up the large black and silver bed.

"We tried to wake him and it slightly back fired." Keaira said, looking at the floor ashamed.

"My Lord, his magic is lashing out again. It hasn't done this since he was six." Ajax said from his side.

"What could be the cause?"

"I believe it maybe because he doesn't use it so much anymore and the magic is objecting to it. The children informed he has been getting up later now, so he won't be using it in the mornings and he can't perform the wandless magic with people around. Anything too strong and the teachers would be alerted. His magic is powerful, I don't know what he would do if he lost full control. It was bad enough this time and that was only a minor slip."

"What happened?"

"I dumped water on him to wake him up." The Dark Lord frowned his snake like features at her, "Draco wasn't having any luck waking him up by touch or sound. He was shocked and fell out of his bed and smashed his head on the bedside table as he fell. His magic then trapped me in a tank full of water. Only Marcello managed to get me out, other spells failed." Keaira explained softly.

"Why isn't he awake then?"

"We do not know my Lord, he is not responding to any spells we try."

The Dark Lord pointed his finger at the boy and watched him begin squirm and thrash around. As soon as a whimper was heard the Dark Lord released the spell.

Harry's eye's flickered open.

"What was that for?" He asked, glaring at his 'father'.

"You were unconscious and wouldn't wake up. I thought that might work. Now we will sort this out later, for now go downstairs, you're parents are waiting for you to arrive and begin to open the gifts." The Dark Lord said and then walked out the room.

Rhian walked in and gave Harry the potion. With a grimace he put it to his lips and swallowed. He then got off the bed, still slightly dizzy from his fall and swayed. Draco was instantly at his side helping him stay upright, as was Rhian.

"Here you are Manelin. Open it carefully" Rodolphus warned, handing the dark haired child the small box.

Harry took it and undid the silver ribbon holding the black box together. He lifted the lid off and gasped in surprise.

"Thank you Uncle Rodolphus, and thank you Aunt Bella!"

"Not a problem Manelin. Use them to for your own pleasure or to cause mayhem, which ever you feel like at the time."

"What did they get you?" Draco asked, trying to peer into the box.

Harry laughed at the eager expression on his blonde friend's face, and the curiosity on the others.

"Here have a look." Harry said, reaching in and pulling a small cage out. Inside were four blue bugs. They were flying around crazily within the small confinement, bumping into each other frequently.

"You got him Billywigs?" Narcissa said, amusement laced through her voice.

"Well what else do you get a boy his age? Except for what we got Dray." She added with a smirk on her face.

"Oh! What did you get me?" Draco asked eagerly.

Bella laughed, "Wait your turn!"

Draco pouted and leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. The group laughed.

"Oh, we are going to have so much fun with these." Keaira said from her seat between her parents. Mischief was gleaming in her eyes.

"That's good, I'm glad the gift is appreciated." Bella said with a smile. She waved her wand and a large purple present with a lilac and silver bow attached flew gently out of the pile in the centre of the room and came towards her. "Here's a gift for you Keaira."

Keaira grabbed it as it came near and began to immediately rip off the bow and paper. Once it was off, she screamed in delight.

"Thank you Mum and Dad! It's just what I wanted." She placed the box at her feet and wrapped her arms around her parents, giving them big kisses.

Harry looked at the box confused. "Keaira, it's a box. Only young children get that excited about boxes."

"Don't be stupid Manelin! Look, I'll show you what it is." She said. She untangled herself from her parents and reached down to the box. She stood and carried it to a table near Harry's sofa where she placed it and knelt in front of it. She pressed a pale pink gem that was situated in the centre on the top of the pink and white striped box. She held it on there for a second, and then spoke her name softly. She then removed the finger

Pansy giggled in delight as she recognised what it was now. She had seen in it a shop when she was out with Keaira before. Draco and Harry looked confused as ever as the lid opened and slid apart to reveal small compartments inside.

Keaira looked excitedly in the box.

"Ladybirds." She said and watched as about two-dozen ladybirds flew up and grabbed parts of her hair.

Harry watched fascinated as they pulled her hair up gently and secured it in a beautiful design that would have taken hours to do by hand. One ladybird gripped a long piece of hair that was dangling down and ran down it quickly, and then released it to let it style into a perfect curl. It then flew up and secured itself with the others.

"It's the latest design from Paris, and they are really hard to get hold of." Keaira said, looking over at Harry.

Harry smiled, his friend looked beautiful. The ladybirds had finally finished. The dark hair had been swept back and pulled into intricate patterns at the back. Her face was then framed with a few dark curls that hung down.

"That's amazing. Is it only ladybirds?" Pansy asked, getting up and coming over to look.

"No, its got snakes, spiders, lizards and other things. And you can get them to changed colour according to what you wear and – "

Bella spoke over the top of her excited daughter and she babbled to her friend. "I think we should continue, that will keep Keaira amused for hours yet."

"Must we go tonight?" Pansy asked as she walked into the room.

"Father said we had to. Have you got your mask?"

Pansy raised her right hand to show the small gold mask in her hand.

"Good, you better put it on. We are going down in a minute. Is Keaira nearly ready?" Harry asked as he fixed his dark blue mask to his face, tying the ribbon carefully under his hair.

"She's just getting her hair up."

"I see she let you borrow the ladybirds for your hair. What's she got in today?"

"Wait and see." Pansy said with a smirk and she lifted the mask to her face. "Where is Draco?"

"Primping in the bathroom. He's been in there over an hour doing it, he must be nearly ready. Though, we could be here for hours yet if he want to look good."

"Oh, ha ha Potter!" Draco drawled as he entered the room. "If only you would try with you appearance. But I suppose if you wanted to look half as good as I, it would take you over double the time."

"Shut up you great pounce and get your mask on. We are going in a second."

"Where's the dark narcissist?"

"Right behind you Blondie. Now put that mask on your repulsive face so we can get out of here." Keaira said, walking into the room.

"Ready?" She nodded. "Good, lets go now." Harry said turning around and walking out the door.

Once they had all left the room, Harry closed the door and walked on, Keaira on his right. Draco and Pansy followed closely.

"I love your dress Keaira, it's stunning." Pansy admired.

Harry looked at Keaira's strapless dress. The red material clung to her upper body, showing off her small curves that were beginning to develop. The material was ruched at her right hip that then created large folds that travelled down and round her legs to then pool in the small tail at the back. It was adorned with small sparkles across the main bodice, which matched the small sparkle design on her red eye mask. Her hair was pulled back with 4 large butterflies that had red gems on them, loose curls spiralling down her back.

"Thank you, mother chose it. And yours is simply stunning, where did you get it?" Keaira said, looking back at Pansy.

She wore a beautiful cream gown that had thin straps holding the tight silk bodice up. Pansy had developed much more than Keaira had; she was to have her mother's figure Harry thought. Once it reached the hips, it then turned in a puffball lace gown that reached the floor. She had a gold shawl draped across her arms that went her back, and the lace had small gold sparkles running down it. Her eyes sparkled from behind her gold eye mask. Her blonde hair curled and pulled back by the ladybirds she had borrowed from Keaira.

"Mother also got mine, though I think she got this in Italy when she went there last month." Pansy replied. They continued walking in silence.

Harry looked back at Draco's outfit. He wore fine black dress robes and then an emerald green silk shirt. His blonde hair was loose and framed his face, his silver eyes hidden behind his green eye mask as he looked down as he walked.

Harry loved Draco's outfit, green looked so good on him. He wasn't so sure about his anymore. His father had picked it for him.

They reached the ballroom, where Harry knew about thirty people where currently socialising. He looked down, smoothing out any creases that were in his white dress robes and picked a piece of lint off his dark blue shirt. He pushed the doors open and walked in.

"Manelin." His father greeted as he and his friends approached.

"Good evening father, Uncle Lucius, Rosier." He said, nodding to each in turn.

Evan looked towards him and smirked, "Good evening young master. Don't you look handsome tonight?"

"Thank you."

"Go and dance with your friends Manelin, and enjoy the New Year." Evan said, walking away with Harry's father.

Chapter done! Yay! Now you've read it, please leave me a review. My reviews have been really down lately and i'm not inspired to keep writing. I have more ideas forming in my head for new stories to write so i may just abandon this story if its not being received well anymore.

Lauren