Don't own a thing. Sorry it took so long to update, but this is the boring chapter when everyone has to get used to him being 6. review please, they really make my day!
Harry was instantly awake the next morning. He was lying on something far too soft to be normal and the room he was in was a bit bigger then his bedroom. Poking at the walls to find a door, he realised they were only curtains and looked outside to see four other similar beds placed in a circle in an extremely messy room. One this was for sure, Petunia would faint if she saw this.
At the end of the bed was a T-shirt, pair of jeans, underwear, socks and a pair of trainers. All new. They couldn't be for him, but…if not, what was he supposed to wear?
Deciding to take a chance, he put on the clothes thinking that if Uncle Vernon was around to yell at him, he would have done it by now. That done, he sat quietly on the bed for about five minutes waiting for someone to call him, but he soon became bored.
Getting off the bed, he began to explore, finding feathers, pieces of paper and books all over the place in between items of clothing. After about twenty minutes he found a bag of what looked like jelly beans. Taking one out of the half full bag, it tasted of plums however the next purple one he tasted was cabbage. Spitting it out, he carried on his exploration, but found nothing else of note. Unwilling to look in the big boxes at the end of the curtained beds, he decided to see what was behind the curtains.
Pushing back the curtain to the one nearest the bed he woke up in, he saw it was the guy with red hair from last night, asleep. About to put the curtain back to stop the sunlight waking him, the boy stirred. Quickly Harry went and climbed onto his bed, hoping that he wouldn't be blamed for waking him and get the punishment for it.
The teen drew back the curtain with a yawn and stumbled to the middle of the room, before turning to Harry and staring at him. The boy seemed to be having problems understanding something before relisation dawned and he greeted him with "morning".
The youth headed into the room that had turned out to be a bathroom, while sounds were coming from the other beds. Three other lads drew back curtains and disappeared into the bathroom too while he fidgeted, intensely bored.
Suddenly noticing a tiny moving dragon on the table by the bed, he watched it with interest while the boys came back into the room and got dressed
"Come on Harry – time for breakfast." The red haired boy called from by the doorway while trying to settle a fairly large bag onto his back. Harry jumped of the bed, pocketing the dragon to look at later. He didn't notice the stares from the other boys who had just noticed a significant change in Harry's height and were looking at Ron for an explanation.
He just grinned and advised them, "You might want to be on time for breakfast," and led Harry down the stairs to a nearly deserted common room.
The bushy haired girl from last night greeted them and led them out the room through a door that was actually a either a painting, a very large television screen, or possibly both.
"How come the pictures move?" he asked timidly, waiting for the usual "don't ask questions" reply.
"Magic." The girl said simply.
"My aunt and Uncle say there's no such thing." He said quietly, hoping that she wouldn't get angry.
"There is, but your aunt and uncle doesn't want there to be."
Harry stayed quiet. "Maybe aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon are wrong. That would certainly explain things like suddenly appearing on roofs or turning Mr. Jeeves' hair green." he thought.
Following them through a doorway he found himself in a room with no roof. Noticing that no one else had registered this fact, he shrugged and sat with the two teens at one of the five long tables.
He watched the girl pile a very large amount of bacon, fired eggs, beans, sausages and hash browns on to a plate, while skipping over the icky foods of fried bread, cooked tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and placed it in front of him.
"All for me?" he wondered, just as she said firmly "I want you to eat all of that."
Thanking her, he quickly dug in as she turned to the gangly red haired teen on his left.
"Honestly, if we'd turned up with Harry like this at lunch time, we'd be mobbed with questions. Not that I'm complaining about small mercies, but is no one awake?" she said, just as a red haired girl sat down across from him.
"Morning" she muttered, just as Dumbledore stood up and caught the attention of every student in the area.
Harry, who was clearly enjoying his breakfast, didn't pay attention to what was going on around him and only heard the occasional phrase from the man speaking – "over stressed…still has the same amount of power…will remember all…his magic will let him return to normal soon."
He finished his meal quickly and looked up to see a lot of people looking in his direction. Looking behind him and seeing only a wall, he realised they were looking at him. Deciding to ignore them, he turned to a red haired girl gaping opposite him and said simply "Hi. I'm Harry. Who are you?"
"Ginny," she said, still staring. Turning to the other two near him, he found they were Ron and Hermione.
"I'm six and four months." He announced proudly. "So… what happens now?"
"Well, first we've got to speak to professor Dumbledore, and after that…we'll see." Hermione replied. "Come on."
Piling some of the empty plates together, they stood up and went up to the head table. After a quick discussion while Harry looked around him with interest, it was decided that he would continue his lessons as normal.
"Better hurry. Transfiguration will be starting in two minutes and if I remember right there was a room change from room 19 to room 631." Dumbledore said, eyes sparkling.
"But that's at the other side of the school!" Hermione cried, panicking.
"Bye sir!" Hermione and Ron cried, grabbing Harry's hands. They reached the doors with a very out of breath Harry basically being dragged by them. Halting for a moment, Harry was suddenly picked up by Hermione and plonked onto Ron's shoulders.
"We'll never get there if we continue this way. Hold on tight." She advised.
Clutching Ron's hair like his life depended on it (probably did actually), it was the wildest ride of his life, and he couldn't help shriek in delight and urge Ron to go faster. They rounded corners, galloped up stairs, and even once went through a wall that wasn't actually there.
Braking at a door that revealed a classroom full of teens and a very stern looking woman, he was placed back on the ground to the chuckles of the students and hint of a smile from the teacher.
"WOW! Lets do that again!" he cried eagerly, eyes sparkling beneath some very messy windswept hair. Promising later, they sat down near the back of the classroom and looked to the front.
"As I was saying," the teacher said, "we'll be continuing the practise of transfiguring small mammals to cutlery. Remember the swish, flick and to tap three times."
"Muttuscutlem." She said demonstrating, turning the terrier on her desk into a spoon.
"WOW! Did you see that! She turned that dog into a spoon! Poor dog. Does it like being a spoon?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Errm. Yes, of course it does." She replied quickly, avoiding the smirks and guffaws from her fellow class mates.
Harry sat quietly, watching amazed as the rest of the class repeated the spell at varying levels of success. Starting to fidget, he saw Ron slam down his wand and slowly bang his head on the desk again and again and again.
Eyeing Hermione and Ron for any sign of watching him, he picked up the wand, thinking about the time Dudley had watched a film about a beast and singing and dancing cutlery. Waving it energetically, the classroom was suddenly filled with candle holders, clocks, tea cups and cutlery singing the song "Be our guest".
Watching them conga around the room, the muggle-raised students burst out laughing, with the more wizarding-raised joined in a bit later, still enjoying the sight of dancing and singing utensils.
Harry stared open mouthed at one he had done, until the stern woman from earlier appeared, took the wand from his hand, and handed it to Ron wordlessly, getting rid of Harry's creations as she walked around the room.
Hermione and Ron started a whispered argument over the top of Harry's head, while he sat quietly for the rest of lesson. He watched others practise the spell, while considering why he hadn't been punished for what he had done, and how on earth he had managed to create it all anyway.
Eventually the lesson finished with Ron and Hermione in a sulking silence and Harry deciding that it must be ok to do magic here. After being placed on Ron's shoulders again, they went through a maze of corridors before appearing outside and heading towards some large greenhouses.
This class was significantly more interesting to Harry, who had for a while know been helping out with the garden back home. However, this lesson wasn't without disturbance either.
Professor Sprout had changed her lesson to something more safe, considering one of the students was six years old, and so was showing them how to open kunagal fruit and plant the seeds they got them. It had to be done quickly as the started growing as soon as they were out of the fruit.
All was calm for about half an hour, apart from Harry getting extremely dirty (some how) when out of the blue the little plants started winding up his arms. Looking delighted as they introduced themselves to him; it went unnoticed as they climbed about him as he sat on the ground chatting with them.
The end of the lesson came and just as everyone was about to their things away, there was a shriek from Lavender, who had turned to see a Harry sitting cross-legged with many small plants winding around him.
Looking up startled, he ran up to her to see if she was alright, leaving the plants to go back to their pots.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"You, you, you talk to plants often?" Lavender stuttered to the stares of the rest of the class.
"Yeah, well, sorta. They're my friends. Dudley's gang doesn't like them though cuz they don't like me, and if he finds me talking to them, he picks them…you're not gonna pick 'em are you?" looking worriedly back at his friends in the plant pots.
"Of course not Harry," Hermione said firmly. "Any friends of yours are friends of ours. Come on, you need a wash."
Leading Harry out the greenhouse, Ron quickly pointed out that Harry was an elemental and followed them out.
The argument of earlier was forgotten as they struggled to get a wriggling Harry into a clean T-shirt and get the soil off his hands and face. It didn't help that he wanted to look out the window to see the lake with the giant squid at the time.
After fifteen minutes Harry was clean, all questions were answered about the giant squid, and he was being led to wait outside the charms classroom, which they had with the Slytherins.
"Aww. Looks like Potter is finally showing his mental age," said a very familiar voice, at least to Ron and Hermione it was.
"Shut it Malfoy. You don't know half of what Harry's been up to." Ron growled, as Hermione glared. The subject of the conversation looked at them with confusion, but decided to try to simplify things.
"I'm Harry. Who are you?" he asked looking up at him.
"Draco Malfoy." The boy replied disdainfully.
"Hi Draco."
Suddenly remembering something he had heard from the plants earlier (they were dreadful gossips) he said "Guess what?"
Draco seemed slightly amused at this version of Harry and replied "What?"
"Tanyite said that you can make bubbles out of air and water. I can do that too. Fun huh?" Harry grinned, not noticing the amazed looks from the Slytherins and Gryffindors around him.
The bell went, to the relief of the Slytherin in question, and they went into the classroom. Charms went by slowly for the small boy as people tried to create a bubble around their heads. Everybody was keeping their wands well away from him, having obviously heard about what had happened in transfiguration. Getting off his seat while Hermione tried to teach Ron how to say the spell correctly, he wondered over to Draco.
Coming and sitting next to Draco while the rest of the class concentrated, he watched him try the spell again and again.
Eventually he asked "why don't you just create a bubble and put your head in it?"
"Because the bubble is not supposed to be just a bubble," came the irritated response.
Harry created a few bubbles and floated them around Draco's head, and landed one gently on his nose. Draco blinked once in surprise, and created a few larger ones of his own, sending them to circle Harry.
After about five minutes of this, it turned into a full on bubble fight to the amazement of the teacher and other students. Harry giggled hysterically as his bubbles swirled around Draco, and Draco's bubbles floated him a couple of inches from his chair.
The bell ringing brought them out of their world, with Harry grinning and Draco staring coldly at his astonished class mates. Sweeping out the room with the rest of the Slytherins, Harry wondered back to Ron and Hermione, what was left of the bubbles following him.
Smiling angelically, he found that Hermione and Ron returned to somewhat normal and led him down to lunch.
Lunch was louder then breakfast, as news of Harry's fun travelled the school. It was noted that they had a free period that afternoon, meaning no more lessons for the rest of the day. After some deliberation, it was decided to play hide and seek, as it would keep Harry busy.
And so the afternoon was spent running around the castle with either Ron or Hermione, depending on who was "it". Many Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws joined in, especially after lessons finished for the day. Teens were surprised at the amount of places Harry found, never once reusing a hiding place. This could simply have been because of the amount of hiding he has had to do before, but he was sure there was an amused voice at the back of his mind, telling him just where the best ones were.
Everyone who played had a really good time, but the game came to an end at dinner time. Students had homework to do after that, and besides, Harry fell asleep while Ron and Hermione ate their pudding.
Quietly putting him to bed, they went down to the common room, where a large discussion was taking place.
Gryffindors were concerned how Harry flinched when people made sudden movements, or when he was touched. After some coaxing from Hermione and Ron, they explained what they knew about the Dursleys, which wasn't much
Near the end of the conversation, Dumbledore appeared, explaining that Harry would not be going to lessons tomorrow with them, due to the amount of chaos he created earlier. Instead he would be looked after by a couple of Weasleys, though the headmaster refused to say which ones.
The Gryffindors finally decided that Harry definitely needed to have some fun, and what better chance then with a six year old? Learning the full range of his powers, it was realised how much Harry had been doing, and also how much strain it had put him under. Gryffindors were like a huge family, and if one was having problems, it just meant that everyone was willing to help.
Hermione went to bed that night with troubled thoughts. What had the Dursleys done to make Harry like that? What if Voldemort finds out Harry's six? How on earth did Harry persuade Draco to have a bubble fight with him? How come Dumbledore's eyes were sparkling so much when he announced Harry wouldn't be attending lessons tomorrow? Sighing, she gave up and decided to wait and see.