Chapter 14- Reliving Your Childhood

"Have you found out who the new beaters are?" Harry asked Ron as he, Ron, Hermione and Cassie walked towards Hogmeade.

"No clue," Ron shrugged, "But I guess we'll find out at practice tomorrow."

"All the decent beaters in the world couldn't help Gryffindor," a cold voice said from behind them.

Harry spun around, his wand drawn and wasn't surprised to see Malfoy standing right where Harry expected him to be.

"What do you want?" Ron asked angrily. Harry could see him tracing his finger around the edge of his wand in his pocket.

"Just warning you about the beating your team will be suffering once you face Slytherin," he replied, circling them. Harry was relieved to see that his goons weren't with them, it would make it much easier to bring him down.

"That's pretty big talk coming from somebody who hasn't won against Gryffindor in years," Harry said. He had been to calm with Malfoy lately. It was time to shake things a little bit.

"I think your mistaken Potty. I seem to remember a little incident with a Dementor. But now that I remember it, you fainted, so I guess you don't have any memory of that loss now do you?"

"I'm surprised you remember that," Ron spat, "With your attention span its amazing you can remember what you had for breakfast."

By this time, Ron's wand was out of his pocket and he was twirling it in his hands at his side, hoping Malfoy wouldn't see. Harry noticed that Hermione and Cassie had gone missing and now it was just the three of them wrapped up in the heated argument.

"Your words would hurt me Weasley, but they're coming from you so I can brush it off and not feel a thing."

"You? Feelings? That'll be the day," Harry said, he had taken out his wand too. Malfoy had stopped circling them and stared at their drawn wands.

"Gonna hex me are you? Fine. Try your worst." Malfoy's wand was drawn now too. He glared at them as if daring them to try and curse him. The three of them raised their wands, each uttering different spells. The flashes of lights collided with each other and a small explosion blew all of them away.

When Harry became aware of his surroundings again, he noticed that he felt very, very short. His clothes had shrunk and all the people and buildings around him had become enormous. Crowds were staring as the passed by. He saw Ron was still lying in the middle of the street, as well as Malfoy. He wobbled over to Ron and shook him violently. Ron was short too. His hair was shorter and he had some baby fat on him, his face was flushed.

"Ron wake up," Harry said still shaking him.

"What Harry?" He asked grumpily as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well in case you haven't noticed something is very wrong." Ron let out a gasp.

"Harry! We're tiny!"

"I know that you goof. How did this happen?"

"Well would you look at that," a voice said from above. Harry looked up and saw Hermione towering over them, soon followed by Cassie. They were both grinning.

"Little boys shouldn't be playing in the middle of a busy street." Hermione taunted sweetly.

"You did this. You filthy little mudblood." Malfoy had woken up and was shaking his tiny fists and Hermione. Harry thought he was going crazy. Hermione bent down on her knees so that her head was level with his.

"Let's get something straight Malfoy. I'm sixteen. You are four. I'd watch it if I were you." He started muttering to himself and walking around in circles.

"Fix us!" Harry demanded stamping his foot.

"Why?" Cassie asked. "We didn't do anything. It was you guys who were fooling around. And besides, I kinda like you better this way. You're easier to control." She pinched Ron's cheek.

"Hermione there must be some way you can fix us," Ron pleaded; he looked on the brink of tears.

"I guess an aging potion would work," Hermione said, scratching her chin.

"Well get to work Granger," Malfoy demanded, kicking her in the shins.

"Excuse me you little wretch," she said, picking him up by the hood of his robes. "Let's get something straight. I'm not doing anything for you with that attitude so either shape up or relive your childhood. Besides, I can't make an aging potion in the middle of Hogsmeade."

"Hermione please," Harry begged, he was down on his knees making him even shorter than before. "I don't wanna relive my childhood. It was bad enough living it once."

"Alright already," she said grumpily. "But first we gotta sneak you guys back up to the castle. You take this one." She handed Draco over to Cassie.

"How exactly are we going to do this now?" Harry asked as the walked up the path back to Hogwarts. Harry was walking alongside Hermione who had taken him and Ron by the hand.

"Everyone's gonna see us and I don't think people are used to seeing four-year olds at Hogwarts," Ron said as he bounced along on Hermione's other side.

"Harry's cloak," Hermione replied casually.

"One problem Granger, it's not here," Draco groaned, Hermione glared at him.

"I know that you little munchkin, I'm gonna go and get it. Wait here," she pinched him harshly before heading in through the double doors.

"That mudblood needs to file her nails," Draco whined as he rubbed the red spot on his face where Hermione pinched him. Harry noticed his eyes were glassy, apparently Ron did too because soon he and Harry couldn't control their laughter.

"What's the matter? Does itlle Dwaco have a booboo?" Harry mocked him.

Ron was rolling on the ground now, tears were now leaking out of his eyes. Harry was laughing again but he noticed that there was no reaction from the Slytherin prince. He wasn't glaring, yelling, or attacking. Something was wrong. Ron had stopped laughing too and was glancing questioningly from Draco to Ron. An evil smirk was spreading across his face.

There was some evil plot forming in his head. His face was changing. He made his face appear flushed by holding his breath and his eyes got watery. He turned around and started sobbing.

"CASSIE!!" He wailed as he ran over to the lake where she was sitting and buried his face in her cloak. "Harry and Ron are being so mean to me!!"

"Oh god Draco," Cassie sighed, "You're look like a four-year old please don't start acting like one."

Ron was fuming and he started dashed towards them as fast as his little legs could take him, Harry was trailing along behind.

"Don't listen to him!" Ron yelled.

"He's just being a jerk," Harry panted.

"Don't worry, I don't think you guys did anything," Cassie said, "Aw hell, don't look at me like that."

Harry looked at Draco who pulled his face out of the darkness. His eyes were puffy from the fake crying he was doing and his lower lip was trembling. It seemed as though he rehearsed this technique several times a day and he had mastered it. Harry had never been able to pull of the whole 'cute' thing. Growing up with the Dursley's he didn't need to learn the fake pout thing. Cassie rolled her eyes and got up, Draco still clinging to her arm.

"Come on," she said, throwing Draco over her shoulder. "Let's go see if Hermione's got the cloak."

"That's low Malfoy," Harry muttered as he and Ron bounded behind Cassie. He simply sneered at them and buried his face in Cassie's neck. When they got back to the double doors Hermione was waiting for them.

"What took so long?" She asked impatiently.

"Hermione, do me a favor. Never let me have kids."