Belonging to Time
A GLIMPSE IN TIME
A collection of one shots in my 'Belonging to Time' Universe.
August: 1005
"Harry, pay attention!" Ganieda said for the fifth time. "We're going to grow you hair now, okay?"
Harry frowned, pouted, and folded his arms across his chest. "I already know how to grow my hair."
Ganieda raised a manicured eyebrow. "Are you certain?"
Harry nodded, and concentrated for a second. Ganieda's wand flew up to the ceiling and floated there.
"Harry!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"I want my yo-yo."
Ganieda threw the yo-yo at him, but it came flying back and hit her in the face. Harry laughed loud and long, pointing. Ganieda just frowned.
"Harrison Deogol, if you dare to continue to disrespect me and my authority in this time, I shall call Merlin and he will see to it that you won't be happy for a very long time! Please, do as I ask and only as I ask!" she threatened impatiently.
Harry gulped, and the wand floated back down to her hand, and Harry sat back in his seat, straight backed and attentive. Ganieda smiled. The effect was better than she had expected.
"Good. Now, think about growing your hair."
Harry nodded sharply, screwing up his face in thought. It was all Ganieda could do to refrain from laughing. Suddenly, every place on Harry's body where there was even any hair began to get more and more… bushy. Within seconds, Harry's hair was ruler length all around. He looked like a massive dog, or a yeti or something.
Ganieda couldn't help it. She exploded into laughter. Harry stared at her, wide eyed through his bunches of hair for a few seconds, before he burst out in noisy tears.
Ganieda immediately sobered, getting down on her knees and looking Harry in the eyes. "It's okay, Hairy," she teased gently.
"I did it wrong!" he wailed, almost bursting her eardrums.
Ganieda shook her head. "You did well. Just try to reverse the process and we'll look at maybe doing it another way, hey Hairy?'
Harry nodded, his tears forgotten. "How do I undo it, Aunt Gani'a?"