Disclaimer: I do not own Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

Harvey spat out the last piece of brown glop and coughed hoarsely. "Sorry, tradition" Drell replied, shaking his head. Harvey glared at him for a split-second, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. "Are there any other traditions I should know about?" asked Harvey cautiously. "No… except that you can't wear white after Labor Day" Drell said, laughing. "Ha-ha" Harvey replied sarcastically. A new door opened, a lime green one this time. Harvey stepped through the door and braced himself for extreme pain. To his surprise, it wasn't as strong as before. Yes, it hurt like he had been stung like a bee. But the first time he walked through a enchanted door it felt like he had been shot, stabbed, poisoned and was being slowly tortured all at the same time while people laughed at him and mocked at his pain of being a mortal. This was pure cake.

Like the last time, Harvey was at school. But… this time, he wasn't a high-schooler. He looked down at himself and was shocked to see; he had turned back to a five year old!. He was wearing his old orange kangaroo T-shirt that he had puked on back in the second grade, and then stopped wearing because it still smelt of vomit. His shoes were brick red and dirty, reeking of mud and twigs and the slight aroma of dog waste. He grimaced at the smell; for some strange reason, he felt very dirty himself. His clothes were stupid, his shoes smelt of dander and he felt like a complete and total loser. Luckily, this was kindergarten and nobody in kindergarten cared about how you looked. Or so he thought.

"Hey, look at the kid with the geeky clothes!" yelled a boy. "I'm not a geek!" Harvey protested, and then he tripped on his loose shoelace and fell flat on his face. He heard the sound of smashing glass and whirled around to reveal broken glasses. Wait… glasses. Harvey had never worn glasses; his eyesight was a perfect 20/20. Why did his five year old self have poor vision?. He clearly remembered what he had looked like when he was five, and he did not wear glasses. He picked them up and slid them on, and then they fell on his nose. Great, just great. I go back to being a kindergartener and everyone thinks I'm a nerd. Since when do children care about that kind of stuff? This is going to be an awful day. All of a sudden, Harvey felt a tickle in his finger, tempting him. He pointed at the glasses and they were immediately repaired. His five year old self had magic! He headed towards his old classroom. "Hello, who are you?" asked the middle-aged woman sitting near the desk. "Harvey Krinkle" he struggled to say, he couldn't believe how babyish his voice sounded. The teacher on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. She seemed perfectly used to it. He sat down on his old desk and felt like someone was burning into his soul. Then he saw a boy. He had dark skin, brown eyes and was blowing a huge bubble gum bubble. He popped it with his small white baby teeth and bubble gum juice stroked down his chin. He growled at Harvey and he immediately turned away. Great, he had found himself a bully. "I know; I'll just be nice to him. Then, maybe he won't bother me" Harvey said to himself. He turned around back to face the boy. "Hi, I'm Harvey. What's your name?" he asked, offering his hand in a friendly gesture, smiling. The boy didn't smile back and pushed his hand away. "Two words; piss off" he snarled, and then punched Harvey in the nose. Blood streamed down his nostril and his glasses were broken again. He felt the strange urge to cry like he was three. "Leave me alone" he said in his pathetic kindergarten voice. "No, I don't like you. And, I'm not scared of you…geek" said the kid, then he turned around and started talking to another boy. He felt embarrassed; he felt his cheeks turning red. He had never been bullied before. He was so good-natured, people usually had very nice things to say about him and they were usually very friendly to him because Harvey was very friendly to them. But, this kid had straight up refused his friendship… and the teacher hadn't intervened at all. Was she blind?

"Miss…" Harvey started to say, but then he remembered he didn't know her name. He looked at her desk; MISS HARRIS.

"Miss Harris, he punched me and broke my glasses!" Harvey whined. Miss Harris stood up and saw Harvey's nosebleed, growing worse by the minute and then she returned to her work, as if nothing had even happened. "Miss, my nose is bleeding. It's starting to really hurt… help me, please" Harvey pleaded, begging. He felt like he was going to cry. Normally, he didn't cry if someone ignored him. But… five years old Harvey wasn't as thick-skinned as Harvey the grown up. "Are you deaf? I need help!" he said, protesting. The flow of the blood was increasing and growing stronger and redder. He felt like his nose was going to explode from the pressure building up. He coughed, he was even coughing blood! "TEACHER!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

The frazzled teacher dropped her coffee, sloshing it all over her desk and spilling it all over her term papers and in her hair. "Young man, go to the principal's office. You've earned yourself a week's detention". Harvey's jaw dropped. He had just been standing up for himself and now he had detention. What kind of school was this? They were going to let the bully off scot-free and Harvey got detention for trying to tell the teacher his nose was bleeding. This was completely and totally unfair in his eyes, and he had very good eyes despite having glasses. He knocked on the door of the principal's office and a gruff voice snarled "Come in". He was immediately reminded of the voice of Darth

Vader. He walked into the room and sat in the mocha brown chair. "What seems to be the problem, young man?" the principal asked, his face darkening. He looked like he had mixed DNA with Uncle Fester from the Adam's Family and the Sasquatch. Harvey pursed his lips in disgust, but kept his calm and cool.

"I have detention" Harvey moaned. The principal didn't soften, he just hardened. "And, why would that be?" he said, muttering words that would make a sailor blush. If Harvey hadn't been a twenty four year old in a five year old body, he probably would have told the guy off for using such language in front of a small child. "I was trying to make friends, and the kid punched me and broke my glasses and made fun of my clothes and now I have a nosebleed, broken glasses and my clothes smell of puke. I tried to tell my teacher, but she wouldn't answer me. She just looked at me as if nothing was wrong; it was like she saw right through me. She just ignored me, so I yelled at her and she sent me here. I was just trying to stand up for myself, this is completely unfair" Harvey explained. The principal smiled at him; there was something familiar about that smile. He smiled like… Drell.

"Did you use magic on him?" asked the principal. "No, I… wait, how'd you know about magic?" asked Harvey, getting suspicious. The principal laughed and snapped out of his disguise, revealing him to be Drell. Harvey nearly had a heart-attack, he had been through all that and it was all just a TEST!

"I can't believe this" Harvey said, shaking his head. "Congratulations, Harvey. You passed" Drell said, shaking Harvey's hand. "But… what was the test?" Harvey asked. "That bully practically tortured you the whole time you knew him. I bet he was the nastiest five years old you ever had the pleasure of meeting, right?" Drell asked, knowingly. "Yep, sure was" Harvey said, still in shock this was a trick. "Well, the test was not to use magic to harm him. I'm sure you wanted to, but you resisted the urge to use your power for evil" Drell explained. That made sense. "So… how many more tests?" asked Harvey. Drell held up a finger. "One more, just one"