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Chapter 6: Breakfast of Champions?

Snape itched his arm in irritation. He felt the burning sensation of his mark, the dork lord was calling him. He hissed underneath his breath, both from annoyance and out of pain. He looked at the vial he currently held in his hand and idly wondered if he should take it along with him.

The contents of said vial were such that if it were put in a muggle needle and injected into the proper place it would render a person paralyzed for the rest of his life: The Butt. He hissed again when he felt the tingle in his arm become more of a burn.

Finally having enough he finally but down the potions ingredient and wrote a small note to Dumbledore saying that he was called. After watching the owl fly off in the night he retrieved his death eaters cloak and mask, put them on and threw floo powder into the blazing fire. "Riddle Manor!" He guessed. It usually it hurt more when Moldie O was at the manor.

Severus sneered mentally as he finally entered the hall. The scaly green man was watching him through his blood shot eyes. Snape bowed to him, pleased to hear that his breathing was raspy and heavy. You could hear the heave and hiss of his breath as it rattled around in his chest and back out. The old man coughed as if he was dying from asthma or suffering from bronchitis. Snape prayed that it was pneumonia as he waited until he was spoken too.

"Snape, I have received interesting news from my loyal pet a day ago."

Snape felt his breath hitch. 'HE KNOWS!' He did his best to bring his heart rate down. Cool and detached, but submissive, was the best aura to portray.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS, he said that young Mr. Potter was turned into a little tiny child. AND WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THISSS?"

Snape looked up at the man-thing and then back down, once again assuming his bowing and scraping position. "I could not tell you because Dumbledore was breathing down my neck. One of my own Slytherins shared the same fate. And your loyal pet is the one at fault." Severus thought to keep him talking; maybe if he said something about his pet he might slip and say his name. Snape could only hope.

Voldemort sneered. "You are full of shit!" He did not even give Severus time to look upset before screaming "CRUCIO!".

Snape was so used to being Crucioed that the effect was only slightly more painful than being pinched. He was just too used to the curse. He was smart enough to act like it hurt though so he managed a few whimpers of distress while twitching violently.

"It is true, my Lord." Snape said. "I do not lie! He set me up to find that vial on the doxies. Then he did not tell me what it was or how to use it until well after my window of opportunity had passed. Once Dumbledore knew about the vial I could not use it, could I?" Snape was more than a little bit proud of his acting ability. He let his voice quiver to show he was scared but in reality he wasn't.

The old thing masquerading as a human couldn't get up and kill a fly without proper motivation. He could, however, throw a mean killing curse once he was angry. "Fine, Mr. Snape! Get away from me." He let Severus almost escape then added, "You would not happen to know if young Mr. Potter is going to attend Hogsmeade with the other children do you?"

Snape did not want to answer him but he knew what he had to say. "He will be now."

"You are disssmissssed." Voldemort hissed with a flick of his wrist.

Snape got up a little too quickly. 'Oh shit!' He thought resignedly. 'Now I have gone and done it.'

"CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" Other voices joined Voldemort's lead in punishing him. Fucking imbeciles!! It isn't like they would miss the opportunity to leave as soon as possible. "Now go!"

SSS

Pansy woke up and bared her teeth. "Joy! Joy! Another day another for me, another year for the midgets!" she said under her breath. Those two little boys were so strange! She stood up quickly and after getting dressed, she dashed into Draco's room. She heard the shower running and looked over at Draco's bed to see only Draco in it. She could tell that Harry spent another night in his bed. The cot was still tidy and was collecting a good layer of dust.

Pansy tried to shake Draco awake but he did not stir. She heard the door behind her open and someone stepping out of the shower. She turned around only to gape and sit heavily on Draco's bed.

It stirred the boy awake. "What the hell!" Draco screamed and turned Pansy's hair a nice shade of purple.

Harry blinked his eyes and stared at the still stunned Pansy. "Nice color although I think you used that one already." He finally managed to say before he sat down on the floor in front of the fire and began pulling a brush through his hair to untangle his long tresses.

"Your hair! Harry. Your hair!" Pansy was stuttering.

"What is wrong, Ms. Parkinson?" Harry asked, instantly worried about why the girl was carrying on in such an un-Slytherin manner.

"It is so long!" She stared at his hair which now reached to the middle of his back. It was currently being tied at the nape of his neck.

"Ummm…I don't see any difference. Did Draco hex me?"

Draco looked up when he heard his name. "Hey! I only hex Pansy because it is so much fun. "

"Oh yes. Loads of fun!" Pansy quickly charmed her hair back to its original color. (She now knew what to do, thanks to Professor Snape teaching her…and every other Slytherin.) She slid off the bed and went to Harry. Kneeling in front of him she brought her hand up and slowly ran her fingers through his hair. "Wow! It is beautiful. Not to mention you can pull it off so well."

Draco hopped off the bed. "Pansy, what are you going on about? He just grew it to this length about a month ago. Jeeze, woman! Don't you ever pay attention? Harry, can't you do something besides pull it back like that?"

Harry pouted. "Hey, I like it like this."

Draco rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom.

"Here. I will put it in a braid for you, ok?" Pansy smiled at him as she worked. "There, all done! How is that?" She really was surprised to see Harry's hair like that. But then again, it seems that they are both growing up faster than normal children do. It was no wonder it only took a day for it to grow so long.

Harry went to the mirror and twisted and turned a few times. Then he nodded to Pansy that he liked it before jumping back up on Draco's bed to wait for his best friend to come out of the bathroom.

"OK, Harry, we are going to Hogsmeade today for a nice butterbeer and maybe some chocolate." She said. Then she stopped speaking and tried to have a conversation with her subconscious. 'Why am I being nice to the brat?' She stalled in her thinking. 'Well, technically it is not really Potter anymore. It is someone new and I am allowed to like him.' She hummed happily to herself after settling her internal debate and stood up to wait for Draco to finish his morning rituals.

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They walked happily into Hogsmeade. They really didn't ask for anything. Except for a chocolate frog…or two. It was Draco who asked: one for him and one for Harry. They were both exceptionally polite the whole time and munched their frogs happily after receiving them.

"I bet you two are thirsty." Pansy said smiling down at the two kiddies. Draco nodded and Harry responded with a smile. She did not mind buying them either the chocolate frogs or the butterbeer that she had just purchased for them. "Alright, here you go. Drink up."

Pansy was still bewildered by Harry's hair but decided not to say anything. She smiled sadly to herself as she remembered yesterday's conversation. "I want to know who I am!" Harry had said after dinner. "I want to know, Ms. Parkinson. And, I know that you know the answers."

Draco had gone to the bathroom to put on his PJs and get ready for bed. She just gaped at the little boy. No way was she going to say anything. She felt bad when she saw Harry's angelic face fall just before he turned away. When Draco returned and jumped into his bed Harry had followed him but only stood at the edge of the bed giving the impression that he was going to leave.

"Tell us a story, Luv?" Draco asked in a sweet voice.

"Alright. Once there was a young baby who defeated the Dark Lord."

At her choice of story both Draco and Harry scrunched up their faces. "EWWW! Lord Voldie 'O'."

Her voice cracked and she had to fight to regain her composure. They really were hilarious when they started making fun of 'His Grossness". She told them about their lives in story form, trying to tell them about their lives, and praying at the same time that she was not giving too much away. It made her feel better that she had answered Harry's questions in a sneaking Slytherin way.

She sighed again. The boys were done with their drinks. Since none of the other Slytherins bothered to stop and talk with her she decided that it was time to go. She really was too bored to stay any longer.

The boys protested loudly. They came to a corner when suddenly Harry gasped. "I forgot my cloak at the Three Broomsticks."

Pansy and Draco rolled their eyes. "Well, go get it. We will wait here for you."

Harry ran off as fast as his legs would carry him. He stopped short when he almost bumped into a man. "Well, Hello, youngling." The man had short black hair, wore small glasses that complimented his blue eyes, and was rather bulky of stature but looked very strong.

Harry cringed. The man was huge. He couldn't quite place it but there was something off about him. "Are you looking for this?" The man said showing him a cloak.

Harry smiled at him innocently. "Yes, thank you. It is mine." He said sweetly and beamed at the man in appreciation.

SSS

Draco looked at Harry's retreating back, sighed at the boy, and then went to sit on the bench, exhausted from the day's activities. He looked down and noticed that he had a cloak on his arm. "Wait a minute! I am wearing my cloak and I am carrying Harry's cloak. "Pansy, I have Harry's cloak!"

Pansy suppressed a sigh. "Wait a minute. He knew you had his cloak, didn't he? He asked you to hold it! So what would possess him to go back there… Draco, move your butt!!" Pansy gripped Draco's hand and literally dragged him through the town.

Draco was horribly uncomfortable being dangled off her arm. "Pansy, what is going on?" The girl was running in four inch heels, for Merlin's sake! "Wow! You are scary." He whispered under his breath.

"Harry is in trouble, you dim wit!" She said huffing.

Draco caught her fear and started to run faster than she. His legs were small but he wanted to push it. He could go on. "Oh no ono ono nnonononononononono! Draco said. He whipped around the corner and saw someone handing Harry a cloak similar to the one he usually wore. Just before Harry took the cloak Draco jumped for Harry and gripped his waist. They both came into contact with the cloak and disappeared in front of Pansy's eyes.

She screamed in anguish. "NOOOOO!"

SSS

Harry and Draco groaned when the port key finally landed them. Their stomachs turned in disgust when they finally gasped for air. They looked around trying to recognize their surroundings. Harry seemed to have a slight recollection of the eerie graveyard and the small mansion up on the hill. His whole body shook with horror to realize he was not in Hogsmeade any longer

"Draco?" Harry whispered to the boy next to him. Draco was currently rubbing his head in discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm here. Are you OK?" Draco asked when he finally managed to turn his head despite the raging headache he had just acquired from being portkeyed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry smiled weakly and pulled Draco up after he managed to gain his own feet.

"You won't be fine for long, Mr. Potter." A harsh voice said from somewhere behind them. Draco and Harry both jumped as the shock of the voice literally sent cold chills through their bodies. They turned around to see who was speaking and gaped in horrified fascination at a scaly brittle old man. He towered over the two boys and looked a bit like a monolith from his grand height of six feet ten inches tall.

Harry and Draco both grabbed on to each other, shrieking in horror at the sight in front of them. Draco finally managed to take his horrified gaze away from Voldemort and looked over at Harry. "We were so wrong…He won't even make a good cereal!" Both boys were reduced to making gagging sounds.

"Muhuhhaha!" I'm leaving it here for a day and then I'll put the next chapter up. I hope everyone squirms in anticipation until then….