Harry Potter Boy who Lives

H P Boy who Lives 7th year

Chapter Nine

Strike Two

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Morgana makes her move and Harry will never be the same again...

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The Room of Requirement

"Harry, wake up sleepyhead. You slept through the whole DA meeting. Uncle Sirius and Uncle James told Dark Wizarding hunter stories, not that everyone minded they were quite interesting." Hermione had spent the last twenty minutes trying to wake him up. The result had been him turning into Prince then he would go to curl up in a corner or under a desk to continue his snooze.

Harry was even too tired to keep up his wolf animagus form, so he was waking up on the floor under a desk. "Leave me to wallow in my misery. I couldn't move if I wanted to." He moaned every part of him hurt.

He had endured ten miles of running, three laps across the lake, and then made the mistake of pissing off both of his Grandfather's. That error in judgment had landed him doing even more physical training, this time hiking through the Dark Forest, passed the Dragons, and up into the hills.

"Now Harry don't exaggerate, you've too much going on this weekend to curl up here and wallow. There's the match with the Tutshill Tornado's tomorrow. Then Sunday is the second weddings for Uncle Sirius and Aunt Jenna, Grandfather Stephen and Grandmother Anastasia, and Uncle James and Aunt Lily." Hermione's heart broke he looked so miserable and defeated. "Need I add the Allhallows Eve Ball after the wedding feast?"

Harry had been so busy with training, school, Quidditch practice, DA meetings, and Head Boy duties, that he had neglected to plan for any attack that Morgana might try to pull against him.

"I'm doomed! Just leave me to my misery! Morgana is gonna make her next move this weekend and I'm too drained to deal with her!"

Harry went from pathetic to livid, as his mind took in the word exaggerate and let her have what for. "Look woman! I'm not bloody exaggerating! I frickin ache from the roots of my hair down to my toes! I don't have the energy to move, let alone make it up flights of stairs to my room, nor can I port myself there! Now shove the hell off and leave me the bloody hell alone!!"

"Hermione, I'll get Junior up to bed." James had never seen Harry this physically or mentally overdrawn. The boy was as grouchy as a lion with a sore paw. "You head on up and leave him to me."

"I thought he was faking, but he isn't faking. Uncle James, maybe they overdid it with him today." Hermione was now worried about him.

"He told off Dad, Master Chen, and Merlin all in one day. I would imagine that they bloody well didn't care if they worked him till he begged them for mercy, which by the way he jolly well did not. Nope not my boy. He kept going until Merlin said he could stop." James knelt in front of his son. "Harry, I know that you feel like curling up in a ball and dying. That nevertheless is not a choice. Now can you stand or am I gonna have to carry you like a sack of flour?"

Harry locked eyes with his father. "Touch me and I will seriously hurt you father or no."

"Hermione, you'd best leave this might get dicey."

"You two aren't going to row are you?" Hermione worried her lower lip with her front teeth.

"I said clear off Hermione! Leave me be!" Harry vented his misery on her.

"Harry!?" Hermione gasped in shock he was being so cold towards her.

"LEAVE ME BE!" Harry roared.

"Just because you feel like all of your muscles are on fire is no excuse to take it out on me!" Hermione took out her wand and pointed at him. "Immobulus!" She immobilized Harry, which easily allowed James pick him up, and carry him out of the room.

"I'm dying..." He moaned in misery. "She did what Voldemort couldn't."

"You're not dying. She used Immobulus on your sorry ass. She could have really worked you over with Stupefy, but chose that charm instead." James hoped that a good night's sleep would change his attitude.

"That's because I love his worthless hide." Hermione growled.

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Harry awoke at four in the morning with his whole body in intense agony and Chen glaring down at him. "Go away, Master. It's Saturday, not that what day it is would matter I can't move." He moaned into his pillow.

"Young fool does not need to move. I will administer healing as you lie there being pathetic and weak." He threw back Harry's covers.

"I have to play today and can't move, because you, Gramps, and First-Gramps tried to kill me yesterday." Harry grumbled.

Chen ignored his bellyaching and continued to place healing needles all over his arms, back, and legs. "Do not move." He ordered before igniting all the needles with a wave of his hands. He then continued to sprinkle his medicinal herbs over them.

Harry dug his fingers into the mattress, gritting his teeth in pain. "And exactly how is this supposed to help me feel better?" The needles felt like they were setting his body on fire.

"The needles warm your muscles which in turn relaxes your body. The ancient herbs will allow your body's aches and pains to melt away, just like ice on a spring day." Hermione was sitting on the window seat.

"Hermione, how long have you been in here?" Harry dressed only in his shorts felt extremely vulnerable. Especially, after how he'd treated her last night.

"She was sleeping beside you when I arrived." Chen added stronger herbs and more heat.

"Master Chen made me move." Hermione got up and walked over to the bed, so he could see her.

"Hermione, am I seeing things or are you wearing my sleep shirt?" Harry squinted at her.

"It's comfy and warm, besides you never wear it." Hermione smiled at Chen. "Do you have something that cures grouchiness? He was really above and beyond that yesterday evening."

"There is one cure that always works miracles on one who is behaving like a wounded animal." Chen added even more herbs as he spoke. "Unfortunately the cure isn't available to either of you now. Therefore, ancient medicine will have to do."

"Oh...Oh...Oh my...I see..." Hermione's eyes widened as big as saucers as the realization struck her about what he was referring to and blushed all the way to her toes.

"Next time don't ask if you can't take the answer." Harry was starting to feel loads better, so his sense of humor was returning.

"I'll just file that away for when I can use it." Hermione countered cheekily.

"I will pretend that I did not hear that." Chen chuckled, as he went about removing the needles and put them away. "Now young prince you will be able to play Quidditch and survive the rest of this weekend's activities."

Harry felt a hundred percent better. "Many thanks Oh Great Wise Master Chen. I'll stop from mouthing off to you from now on." He rolled onto his side then sat up.

"Only me young one?" Chen frowned.

"I'll stop from mouthing off to my elders, but when it comes to Dad that'll be a trial for me." Harry corrected himself.

"Yes, well, that is how it has been for centuries." Chen went to leave the room. "Princess, this is not yet your privilege. Please return to your own sleeping chambers, so the two of you can be properly rested for the day ahead." He pinned Hermione with a look.

Hermione reluctantly did as she was told and left the room.

"You're no fun Master, no fun at all." Harry pouted.

"Oh, but you see one has to earn that privilege, good night young prince." Chen vanished.

Harry rolled back onto his stomach, buried his face in a pillow that smelled of roses, and groaned. "So much for getting any sleep, not after seeing her in my nightshirt."

Princess padded into the room, hopped onto the bed, and curled up on the pillow.

"Well, I guess that's one way of defying our Master teacher." Harry got out of bed went into his bathroom and came out wearing a t-shirt and sweats. He then crawled back into bed. "I didn't get dressed because I was cold." He gave Princess a look.

She took a long cat stretch before jumping off the pillow and onto the floor. "I wish to cuddle up and sleep in your arms and I don't give a damn if Master teacher approves or not." She got into bed, cuddled next to him, and laid her head on his chest.

"As you wish my princess..." Harry yawned. "As you wish…" He drifted off to sleep as did Hermione.

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Later that afternoon

The game against the Tutshill Tornadoes was a close one. The Tornadoes had scored 20 goals and his team had scored 28. Their seeker was a pro, who easily shadowed Harry's every move, so he couldn't freely go after the snitch.

Davis the Tutshill seeker sneered at Harry. "I can catch a snitch in less than two minutes, so you don't stand a chance your highness."

Harry had gotten it down to two seconds in his last practice session. His team had scored another two goals making them five goals ahead. "That's too bad I was hoping for a challenge. I can catch it in less than ten." He grinned.

"That's codswallop. No one has ever beaten Roderick Plumpton's catch of 1921!" Davis scoffed.

"Oh yeah, the Plumpton pass, well, you know what they say, records were meant to be broken." Harry spotted the snitch, shot after it, and 2.5 seconds later he had the snitch in his hands.

The crowd went wild Hogwarts won 450 to 250.

"His Royal Highness Harry Potter-Pendragon just shattered the Wizarding World record for catching the snitch in 2.5 seconds! That was abso-bloody-lutely amazing! The Tutshill seeker still can't believe it!" Ron was the commentator. "Hogwarts wins 450 to 250 and the Tutshill Tornadoes go home in shame! Yes, it's a bloody good day for Quidditch!"

Harry was flying down to join the others when Draco shot towards him. "Harry, watch out!"

Morgana had appeared on the pitch and shot a hex at him from her wand. It hit the two of them hard causing them to hang onto their brooms with both hands. The magenta flash of light was blinding at first so they both squeezed their eyes shut.

"HARRY! DRACO!" Hermione whipped out her wand, pointed it Morgana, and screamed in fury. "AVADA KEDAVRA!!" The brilliant neon stream of light hit Morgana squarely in the chest.

Morgana nonetheless do to the fact that she was using Cho as part of her life force was seriously, but not mortally injured, and managed to escape the pitch.

Harry felt strange. He felt smaller somehow; as did his surroundings in truth they seemed larger than life. He looked down at his hands that still had a death grip on the handle of his broom...were they smaller?! "What did that hag do to me?!" His voice was higher in pitch almost childlike.

"Don't you mean us?" Draco appeared to be about six-years-old.

"Well, look on the bright side at least our clothes fit! Bloody hell what am I saying!? I'm married I can't be six-years-old!" Harry finally realized what had happened to them. He glanced at his hands the rings although smaller were still on his fingers. "Draco, I still have the HBP ring, so hope is not lost." He sighed in relief.

"Oh, that's just great! It makes me feel loads better! Not!" Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh bloody hell, this just keeps getting better and better here come the girls."

"HARRY!? DRACO!? WHAT IN MAB'S NAME DID SHE DO TO YOU!?" Hermione flew up beside him.

"SHE DE-AGED OUR MEN!" Ginny screeched in fury. "I HOPE THAT AVADA KEDAVRA CURSE HERMIONE GOT HER WITH CAUSES EXTREME DAMAGE TO HER PERSON!"

"That hag made them six! Who the hell was that anyway?" Justin asked.

"MORGANA LE FAY!!" Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny shouted at him.

"Good thing Mab and Merlin are your first-grandparents." Colin chimed in.

"Good thing he caught the snitch first." Anthony grinned.

"I CAN BLOODY WELL CARELESS ABOUT THE BLASTED GAME! MY HUSBAND IS SIX, AS IS MY BROTHER-IN-LAW! ALL BECAUSE OF THAT DECREPIT OLD HAG! NEXT TIME I END YOU!!" Hermione furious shouts echoed around the pitch.

"It's going to be okay, angel. I promise. This is just a glitch in our lives. You'll see." Harry tried to soothe her ruffled feathers.

"GLITCH!! GLITCH!! YOU ARE SIX-YEARS-OLD!! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!!"

"I may be six in form, but I'm still the same seventeen-year-old Harry. My mind hasn't been altered by the hex!" Harry no longer wished to be snarled at, so he shot off towards the castle. "I'm so out of here!"

"Harry James, you get back here before you hurt yourself!!" Hermione shouted after him, but it was too late he was gone.

"Oh great!! Now look what you've gone and done! Nice going Hermione!" Draco glared at her.

"All right, everyone down on the pitch now!" James shouted up at them. "Colin, Justin, and Anthony are free to go back to the castle! Everyone else front and center!"

They landed down on the pitch.

"Draco, everything is going to get all sorted out I promise, but for now Sirius is going to take your broom." James waited until Draco was off his Firebolt before he took it away from him. As it was he was too young to ride it anymore.

"This is so not fair! I may appear six-years-old, but I'm still myself underneath, and bloody well know how to fly my broom without falling off it!" Draco grumbled he did not like this one bit.

"I know that son, but humor me for your mother's sake." James tried to reason with him.

"Let's go Dragon. We'll go to the kitchens and get you some ice-cream or something." Ginny picked him up in her arms.

"Good idea Ginny you keep him occupied while I go find Harry." Hermione tried to keep calm and cool about this whole situation.

"Morgana came out in the open in front of everyone!" Ron and Luna raced across the pitch towards them.

Lily, Stephen, Anna, and the rest of the family gathered around them as well.

Lily took Draco out of Ginny's arms and cuddled him. "Don't you worry Mummy is going to make it all better."

"Bloody hell, that hex must have taken nearly every drop of her power." Sirius couldn't believe his eyes.

"Hermione got her good. That's what stopped her from completing the hex." Ron was trying to remain calm.

"She was very impressive using the dark curse on her like that." Luna agreed.

"Fat lot it did though! She got away and the boys are nearly in diapers!" Hermione desperately wanted to go find Harry.

"That's entirely the point Hermione, nearly babies. You stopped her from completing her hex." Merlin appeared beside her.

"Well, don't just stand there change Draco back!" Ginny all but ordered him.

All eyes turned to Merlin.

"Alas I cannot." Merlin sighed miserably.

"WHAT?!" Now Draco was panicking. "Are you saying that I'm stuck being six again!?"

"Yes, I am afraid you are. My full power has not come back yet and it will take Mab and me at full strength to sort the two of you out." Merlin had never seen anyone attempt a dark hex as powerful as the one that had been used on Harry and Draco. It would take time to develop a counter incantation to the spell that would not harm the boys, so telling them all a white-lie wouldn't harm anyone.

"Oh, that's just bloody wonderful. I'm glad that Harry took off the way he did, because he would've hit the roof after hearing that." Draco grumbled.

"The devil you say?! Harry is missing?!" Merlin narrowed his eyes at James. "You idiot he is vulnerable now!" He vanished.

"He isn't vulnerable at all. He may be six in appearance, but he's still fully trained, and at the moment very upset." Ginny pointed up at the darkening sky as thunder began to rumble in the distance.

Sirius, Remus, Stephen, Ron, and Hermione weren't waiting for them to finish snarling at each other and had set off to search for him.

"Tonks, Kingsley, and Angelina are already making sure the castle grounds are secure! Ginny and the rest of you go back to the castle! No use catching a cold! Especially, our mothers-to-be!" James shouted over the howling winds.

"Bring him back home to me James." Lily was near tears.

"The staff is searching, the girls, Wills, and Henry are also searching. We will find him. Now hurry along all of you before it downpours." James kissed her on the forehead. "Draco take care of your mother for me and keep the others safe as well."

"I will Dad just find Harry." Draco promised in his childlike voice.

"I will and that's a promise." James set off in search of his son. While the others made their way back up to the castle.

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Harry landed his Firebolt in back of Hagrid's unoccupied home. He surmised that no one would think to look for him there. He was finding it difficult to control his emotions in his younger form, so a storm was soon to be raging outside.

You have to calm down. This isn't a permanent change it can be fixed. He chanted to himself trying to calm his mind. Lighting slashed across the sky, the wind howled around him, and it was starting to rain buckets. He'd hated storms when he'd been little and it seemed as if the old fear had once again reared its ugly head.

"Stop it! He's dead you killed him!" He snarled at himself, as he tried opening the heavy door, but it was well and securely locked.

Alohomora, He focused on the lock and it clicked.

"Well that's a relief..." He sneezed. "I can still do magic minus my wand." The rain had soaked him to the skin he was sure to catch cold.

Harry used all of his might to push open the heavy wooden door. He finally with the help of a gust of wind managed to get it open. "That wasn't so bad." He sneezed again leaning against the door to shut out the storm raging outside.

It was obvious that Olympe had cleaned before they had left. The place was free of its usual smelly hunter's decor. This suited him fine it smelled a bit musty, but nothing like it would have with his usual decor. "I'll just curl up under a blanket maybe this is all a bad dream and I'll wake up in my bed with Hermione cuddled in my arms." He used magic to move a stool over to the neatly made bed and climbed onto it. It smelled of honeysuckle, the bedding was soft and warm, and he settled off to sleep.

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Merlin appeared in the Hut a few hours later and saw him sound asleep on the giant bed. "All in all you can't seem to keep out of harms way can you."

Harry whimpered in his sleep. It seemed that reliving the deaths of his parents was also a side effect of the storm.

"Now, now, we can't have that young man, dream only happy dreams." Merlin helped him out of his nightmare, as he carefully picked him up in his arms.

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"We've searched everywhere except Hagrid's and the map doesn't intrude on Hagrid's privacy. Harry made it that way." Hermione was worn to a frazzle with worry.

"It's locked up tight." Charlie tried the front door it was still locked.

"He would've used the back door." Hermione raced around to the back. It was unlocked and the Firebolt fell at her feet. "His broom is here and so is Merlin! He's got Harry!" She called back to the others.

"Please keep your voice down. We don't want to wake him now do we." Merlin growled softly.

"Sorry, it's just that I've been worried out of my mind..." Hermione burst into tears.

"I know that lass. We all have, but no sense waking him, and having him vanish again." Merlin ended the storm, so they could walk outside without getting drenched.

"Thank the Maker you found him." James sighed in relief when they came into view.

Rory and Dromi raced over to check on him. "He tuckered himself out calling that storm. He might be trouble times ten now, but he's so adorable."

"Yes, well, it's only temporarily. I hope, I will have my full power back soon." Merlin set him in James arms. "Keep an eye on him until then." That said he vanished.

"Let's all head back to the castle, as it is we'll be taking Pepper Up potion to ward off catching colds." James and the others were all soaked to the skin, but that fact didn't register when Harry snuggled closer in his arms.

Hermione was exhausted so Wills carried her back in his arms.

"One thing's for sure there's never a dull moment at Hogwarts." Henry sneezed, as they entered the warm welcoming castle.

It was dinnertime and everyone was gathered in the Great Hall. So, it was a given that as soon as the castle doors closed that everyone came to see for themselves if in fact Harry, like Draco, was now six-years-old in appearance anyway.

Nevertheless, Severus kept them at bay. "Back to dinner all of you. He isn't a sideshow act that you can all gawk at, neither of them are. They were hit by an immensely powerful hex cast by Morgana Le Fay and will be sorted out in time!"

That gave the others time to disappear up the entryway steps and into the Grand Staircase.

"Oh, he's so adorable." Various portraits cooed, as they made their way up to the seventh floor.

"Poor lad all tuckered out." Nick was standing or should I say floating by the seventh floor doorway.

"That he is Nick, so is our Hermione." Sirius sneezed.

"It looks like all of you are going to catch a chill." Nick followed them.

"Gee Nick…(cough) spending six hours in the pouring rain can and will do that...(sneeze)...to a person." Charlie felt miserable.

"Where did that storm blow up from anyway?"

"I'm holding him." James waited for Henry to open the doors.

"I say and at six. That's absolutely astounding." Nick went to spread the word.

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Lily, who had been playing cards with Draco, Ginny, Jenna, Anna, Gene, and her parents, sprang up to her feet. "Thank the heavens you found him."

"Where was he hiding?" Ginny asked.

"Hagrid's Hut," Charlie headed up the stairs for a hot shower.

"I want all of you go get into hot showers or baths and into dry clothes." Lily carefully took Harry from James.

"He's fine love, just tuckered out from his ordeal." James was also sneezing.

"I'll see to him while you go get warmed up." Lily could see that all of them were going to have colds.

"Anna and I will see to Hermione. Harrison dear, could you carry her up to her rooms." Violet noticed that Wills was carrying Hermione. "That way Wills can go get warmed up as well."

Harrison got up and took Hermione out of his arms. "I've got her lad. Now let's everyone up to their rooms."

"Yes, Wills and Henry, you two into a hot shower this instant." Diana growled at her boys.

"I'll go gather some Pepper Up potion. Severus might have to make another caldron of it by the looks of things." Gene got to her feet and headed out the doors.

Lily headed up the stars. "Let's move our game up to our wing shall we."

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Chapter Ten

Adorable

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I do not claim any of JKR's characters only that I love being able to create my own kind of mischief with her beloved characters. I do not claim any other things that are owned by other companies that I may mention once and a while in the stories...Although the original characters and ideas are mine and I loved creating them. So please review if you wish but try not to flame me too badly.

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