I feel loved. I am oh so happy. Not much to say but here are some replies to reviews. Oh! And I still need BETA! I know you must all be getting tired of reading through my poor attempt of grammar. So PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! TELL ME! I NEEED HELP! Ehem. Sorry about that.

Zyloch: Aw, I'm sorry honey. I feel a bit bad, especially after you were so polite! I know that you mean about it being odd for a guy to picture two guys together. I never really think about it being that I myself are a girl and happen to think two goys together is adorable. I do hope you can still enjoy the story!

SlythsRule: Actually that's true, it is odd for Harry to be with someone 20 years his senior. But do not fret my dear! For I have a plan (be afraid.) to fix that all up! I just hope it's convincing enough, and that it's taken well

SailorBaby16: My, my, my! You are a curious one aren't you? Heh I'll try to answer your questions. Firstly, wait what? Did I give you the idea Dumbledore isn't human? Because he is… oh, I've got to change whatever made you think that… To the second question, in due time my dear, due time. And lastly I have to tell you… I giggled when you said my story was cute. Does that make me a dork?

FairyQuilan: He is just a little babe isn't he? Eh, sorry, moving on… No, I always liked Hermionie so she's not going to tell, but people are going to find out about Harry another way. Evil smirk you'll just have to wait for that… Also, she doesn't actually know who he is, she'll probably figure it out eventually though, and she is like… A genius…

Wow! All done! The disclaimer reads: I'M A BROKE 9TH GRADER FROM CALI! I AM NOT JK ROWLING! Therefore am just stealing little bits of her imagination. So on with the story! Oh and btw. BETA! I NEED IT DAMNIT!

&HP&

Harry sat on the windowsill of his room; his room was the highest room in the elaborate tree house owned by Aeson and Clara. Harry always liked heights; even back when he was in the orphanage he felt safe high up. He was currently sitting with one leg bent up to his chest and the other dangling outside the window; he sat with the lush forest framing him elegantly if anyone was to look at him from inside. He was smiling softly as he read one of the large muggle books in their library. It was by the same man who wrote the Cesar book, William Shakespeare. It was called A Winter's Tale; Harry smiled wider as he read one of the character's names. Hermionie; It was an odd coincidence. The wind blew through his hair and he thought about the witch. Hermionie was very nice, and very intelligent; Harry already liked her.

Nervous worries knotted in his stomach suddenly. Did she tell? Did she run back to her dormitories as soon as he left and tell all her friends about the elf-raised boy who lived in the supposed evil forest she met that afternoon? Did she lie? Did she know who he was? The god-like baby who could kill dark lords, do back flips and walk on water before he could talk. Were there people out there now? Teachers and students alike, wandering the edges of the forest waiting for him, waiting to find him. Only to trap him and take him from his home, lock him in a room with no trees or animals, no natural light, and no fresh air. To put bars on his doors and hang colorful wooden signs above his doors proclaiming his "greatness", charge admission for people to come see the recently resurrected hero, gods gift to dictator killing babies everywhere.

Harry shook his head with a frown. Now he was just getting ridiculous. Hermionie didn't seem to be the type to do that. She showed no sign of recodizing his identity. Besides, he wasn't so important and special to them that they'd lock him in a windowless cell and show him off like a trophy. Or would they? Brows knitted in thought Harry stared at the blank windowsill in front of him. Finally he let out a snort and shook his head.

"Don't be daft boy… You're going to drive yourself insane one of these days." He muttered to his self-conscious. Suddenly he heard a laugh from the door.

"Drive yourself crazy? Too late." Harry looked up with mock irritation at Alice who stood in the doorframe to his room.

"How long have you been there?" Alice smirked and walked in; she plopped down onto his bed and began fiddling with something on his bedside table.

"Long enough to know you apparently have deep conversations with yourself when you're alone." Harry groaned in annoyance. "So what's up loser?" Harry couldn't help but smirk at the "loser" comment. That's what he loved about his relationship with Alice; they could bug and insult each other yet the other always knows they're just kidding around, so no one gets hurt.

"What do you mean?" Alice rolled her eyes and looked at Harry with an annoyingly amused look.

"Don't 'what' me mister. I'm an empath remember? Not to mention I know you well enough to read you like a book without my powers. Every since last week when you came back from being at the forest edge alone you've been… Odd" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well. You'll be excited one second then nervous the next, and it's been getting worse! Something happened while you were alone there, something important and you're going to tell me!" Harry sighed in defeat; he had known Alice since he was three and he learned the hard was there was no arguing with her. He set his book down on his desk and moved from the windowsill to sit next to her on the bed.

"Alright, I'll tell you, but you HAVE to promise not to freak out! Or tell anyone! And I mean ANYONE!" Alice squealed and nodded enthusiastically, she spun so she was facing him with he knees tucked under her and her face split in a huge grin. "Ok, after you left those two girls we just came upon were, I don't know, late or something. They both ran off, and they left one of their bags with their books in it. They didn't look like they were coming back. And as you know, curiosity killed the cat. I snuck over there and was reading through the books. I—"

"Ah! You did? Oh my God! You bad, bad boy!" She squeaked giddily and started bouncing a bit. "What was in them? Did you steal one?"

"Ahk… No Ally I didn't steal one. And they were about—Will you cut out that bouncing? —Right, so one of them talked about magic creatures. You should hear what they say about elves and werewolves! It was ridiculous! And then there was one about magical history. There was a page or two about Bumblebee, his real name is Albus Dumbledore; he defeated this wizard guy named uh… Gridnwell… Something. I forget. Then they had a page about ME! Me Ally! Isn't that the oddest thing? And what they said about me! Gosh! It was foolish! And they think I'm dead Ally! They think I died that night at the orphanage! They had a memorial and everything!" Harry stopped to take a breath; he had to admit it felt good to tell someone this. "Then IT happened. One of the girls came back." He paused momentarily win Alice let out a very loud gasp and stopped bouncing. "Her name was Hermionie, she's 17. We… Well we talked, I told her about how I was taken in by all of you. I don't think she knew about the "boy-who-lived" stuff though. She told me about everything Ally!

"I learned everything! I learned every ones names! And the screaming thing? It's a game! What they do is try to get the red ball in the other teams hoops for points, the hit those black balls to distract and hit the other team. And the game ends when they catch this tiny gold ball that's real fast called a "snitch". The game ends when they catch it and the person who caught it gets a whole mess of points for their team. The screaming is just people cheering for their teams!" Finally he finished. Alice was still and had a slack-jawed look on her face. Harry almost laughed but thought better of it. "I'm supposed to meet her again this afternoon…" He added, keeping a weary eye on Alice as she sat in an unusually quiet way.

"OH MY GOD! NO WAY! OH! TELL ME EVERYTHING! AND YOU ARE SO TAKING ME WITH YOU!" Once again Alice began to bounce franticly, she grabbed Harry's biceps in a death grip and brought her face inches from hers as she shrieked these words. Harry yelped and leaned back.

"AHK! Alice! Remember what you promised before I started? This counts as freaking out!" Alice rolled her easy and calmed down a bit, though she was still rocking back and forth with an almost perverse glee in her eyes. "Alright. Well let's start with names. As I said Bumblebee is Dumbledore, he's the headmaster. Tabby is McGonagall, the transfiguration professor. Bat is the potions master named Snape. Wood Sprite is Professor Sprout, herboligy. Pan is named Hooch and she teaches flying and referees the screaming game things." Before he could continue Alice interrupted.

"And what about Shadow? And Loup?" She wiggled her eyebrows while she was finishing her question, Harry blushed and responded.

"Shadow is named Professor Black, Loup is… Well we were actually pretty close, his name is Professor Lupin, him and Black co-teach Defense against the dark arts."

"Well, did you ask this girl about the… eh weird age thing that happened?"

"Her name is Hermionie. And no, I didn't get a chance. I wanted to ask today." Harry replied with a frown. Back when Harry was thirteen he did indeed get a crush on Lupe. That was kind of odd because they weren't to practiced in "human watching" stealth then so they never got close enough to get a real good look at him. But when they saw him around the middle of that summer they got closer and he seemed a lot younger for some reason. Harry looked out the window at the sun through the thick foliage of the forest canopy. "It's about noon, we should go." Harry stood up, grabbed his bow and arrow and headed out the door, Alice followed and he spun to face her. "Alice, be nice. And try not to scare the poor girl, alright?" Alice giggled.

"I'm always nice! And when am I ever scary?" Harry rolled his eyes and headed out the door.

"When are you NOT scary?" He murmured over his shoulder at her. She laughed and ran after him to swat him playfully on the head.

&HP&

They had just reached the spot out behind the castle in some old ruins, the ivy-covered courtyard was completely abandoned and the statues decorating it were crumbling to non-existence. The vines around the courtyard hung all around and hid it perfectly from view; they were supposed to meet Hermionie here. Just on cue the vines were pushed apart and Hermionie walked in looking around, she spotted Harry and smiled. Her smile faded in confusion when she saw Alice next to him.

"Hello Hermionie. This is Alice, she found out about this and wanted to come; she's the one who goes "human watching" with me." Harry said as he walked up to the witch with a kind smile. Hermionie smiled at him and looked still smiling at Alice.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I take it you're a REAL elf?" She asked as she shook Alice's hand.

"Yup, and Harry isn't a fake elf. He's more like a… Honorary elf." Hermionie laughed.

"I see, so. Are you his girlfriend?" At these words both other occupants of the courtyard inhaled sharply and looked at one another.

"Ew!" Harry said with a look of terror on his pale face.

"Yeah ok gross!" Alice said with a grimace, Hermionie laughed even harder.

"I'll take that as a no." Alice and Harry both laughed it off, and then Harry asked the question he was worrying over all week.

"Hermionie… You didn't tell anyone about me did you?" Hermionie looked at him with a small smile.

"Nope." She shook her head. "I was dying to though, but I remembered about how elves like their privacy so I didn't." Harry let out a breath and smiled gratefully, thanking her kindly.

"So they do have some facts about us in those books do they? Say, mind if I see that? I'm interested." Hermionie chucked and nodded, she got a thick blue book from the bag on her shoulder.

"Sure, here you go." Alice thanked her and took the book she immediately began to read. Hermionie turned back to Harry. "So, what questions you got for me today? I know I have quite a few." Harry smiled and sat skillfully on the edge of the crumbling statue of an old wizard with a cane, Hermionie sat on the moss covered bench nest to it.

"Well. Actually this one is about Loup—I mean Lupin." Hermionie nodded in encouragement. "In your third year when he first started teaching we didn't get much of a look at him. But when we got to look at him more closely during the summer he seemed…. Well… Younger… I don't know if we were mistaken during the school year but…" Hermionie nodded in understanding.

"Right, I know what you mean. And he did get younger during the summer holiday after third year." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know. It sounds crazy but it actually makes sense. I think it was a potions accident…" She began to tell the story. Alice apparently had found the section on elves and their story was interrupted by her occasional bursts of laugher.

4 years ago during the summer of 1993…

Remus Lupin sat in his office talking with his best friend Sirius Black when the door opened. Severus Snape walked in with a steaming goblet at hand, he set it on the desk.

"Now Lupin I want you to tell me anything odd that happens during this months transformation. I'm experimenting with the wolfsbane, to make the transformation less painful. Report to me when you recover." And with that he stalked from the room in all his diabolical British-ness. Remus and Sirius share a look, Remus picks up the goblet and sniffs it, and he recoils and pulls a face.

"Ugh… Well here goes nothing." He takes a sip, pauses, and begins to cough violently. Sirius sits up alarmed and pound on his friends back.

"That bloody bastard poisoned you! HE POISENDED YOU!" Sirius was shouting franticly, Remus stopped coughing a bit and shakes his head.

"No…" He choked out. "It's not poison. It just tastes horrid! Worse than before! And trust me, that's saying something!" Sirius rolled his bright blue eyes.

"Oh poo, you baby! It can't be that bad!" Remus scowled pouting.

"Well since your human…mostly… It won't affect you in any way. So go ahead! You taste it you prat!" Sirius scoffed and snatched the goblet from Remus' hands. He tilts his head back and takes a big sip. Immediately he begins to have a coughing fit. Remus snickers and pats his back.

"Oh lord! That's disgusting!" He muttered in a distraught voice eyeing the goblet tiredly. Remus laughed outright and took the goblet back.

"Damn right it is. Bastard. I told you. And I have to finish it too." He stared at the goblet in his hands with firm determination. He let out a breath and downed the whole thing, coughing violently. Sirius patted his back and looked at his friend with awe.

"Shite Mooney… You're hardcore." Remus stood shakily and nodded his head.

"Fuck yeah I am. Now help me to the shack alright?" Sirius nodded and they set of to the shrieking shack.

&HP&

The next morning Remus woke on the floor of the shrieking shack with a sore body, the transformation did hurt a little bit less but not by much. He stretched and looked around for Sirius, he found him. He was shocked to say the least. That person asleep in the old ripped up armchair was definitely his friend. He recodised that face, he knew that scent. But there was one problem. He only looked to be around 21, Sirius, like Remus, was 37. He stood quickly ignoring the protest of his weary body and shook his friend awake.

"Sirius! Wake up damnit! What happened? Look at yourself!" Sirius snorted in protest and refused to wake. After a bit he gave up though, he grumbled and opened his eyes to glare at Remus. They didn't glare though; they stared in shock.

"HOLY SHIT!" Sirius shrieked as he bolted up. "Look at you Mooney! What the hell happened? You look so young! Am I drunk? Or… Stoned? DREAMING?" Remus shook his head.

"No, you're very much awake! And look in the mirror wont you! I'm not the young one! You only look 21!" Sirius stuttered and looked in the rusting mirror in the corner.

"Oh my God! I do! And so do you!" He grabbed Remus' shoulders and spun him to face the mirror as well, Remus' jaw dropped as he saw a 21-year-old version of himself staring back. "Do you think it was the potion?" Before Remus could answer the trap door opened and Snape climbed up.

"Good morning Lupin. How did it go? Any side effects?"

"Hell yes there was side effects!" Remus screamed in a frantic voice, causing Snape to look at him for the first time. His jaw dropped.

"I… Oh my God… What… Where did I go wrong?" He stuttered in shock. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"I'm guessing you inadvertently created a de-aging potion?" He asked, Snape slowly nodded while he continued to gape. There was a silence in the room before Sirius broke it. "YES!" He screamed, pumping his fist in the air he began to jump and dance around while singing in a cheerful voice. "I'm only 21! I'm not an old cook anymore! Oh yeah I'm only 21! I'm not a geezer like Snape anymore!" Remus burst out laughing while Snape sneered and went back down the trapdoor angrily…

Back to Present…

Harry was staring at Hermione once she finished telling the story, Alice had finished reading and was also listening with attentive ears.

"So… Lupe is now 24-years-old due to some freak potions mix up?" She asked oddly, Hermione gave a half smile and shrugged.

"That's right. It's odd I know. And what are the chances? But the proof is in their ages." Alice grinned; she turned and looked at Harry evilly.

"Wow. What are the chances indeed? He's only 7years older than us now… You know what that means Harry? It's a sign. It's meant to be!" She finished dramatically by throwing her hands in the air and looking wistfully at the sky, Hermione giggled at her antics while Harry merely blushed and scowled at her.

"Uh… What's meant to be? What did I miss?" Alice laughed and wiggled her eyebrows at Hermionie. She nodded silently to Harry and gave a silent mock swoon. Harry blushed and punched her arm. "OW! Hey! Chill, all right? I didn't say anything!" Harry stuck his tongue at her and pouted. Hermionie on the other hand seemed to be putting the pieces together; she suddenly blinked and began giggling.

"Awwww!" She cooed. "You have a crush on professor Lupin? That is so cute! You two would be so good together!" Harry blushed more and buried his face in his hands. Alice giggled and sat next to Hermionie on the bench.

"Aren't they? I've tried and tried to get Harry to talk to him. But he never does! He's way too shy." Harry groaned and glared at the two girls in front of him.

"You are both from hell… The fiery depths of hell, I'm sure of it. Now did you have any questions Hermionie?" Hermionie gradually stopped giggling and dragged herself from girl land. She nodded and began asking thousands of questions, Harry smiled, glad to have the old curious Hermionie back rather than this giggly girly Hermionie. The rest of the afternoon was just more question and answer, with a bit of "Harry teasing" mixed in. They all agreed to meet again in the same spot next week and headed to their separate homes. Hermionie Headed back to the castle while Alice and Harry hopped away into the forest, eager till next week.

&HP&

There, I hope the age-potion thing wasn't too cheesy. I had to think of some way to make him younger. And now I'm going to explain where Alice and Harry got the other names for teachers.

McGonagal: Named "Tabby" because they sneak around a lot and have seen her change into a tabby cat on many occasions.

Sprout: Named "Forest Sprite" because forest sprites are the spirits and fairies that tend to magical forests, and they (Alice and Harry) see her gardening all the time. (Herboligy Professor, duh.)

Hooch: Named "Pan" because I did say that Alice and Harry had muggle books, I thought one could be "Peter Pan". And in the movies I always thought that Hooch reminded me of Peter Pan. With her short wild hair and love of flying… It seemed to fit.