A/N: Hello all! This chapter is really short because it's really just a filler, so I can move on to the next part of the plot. Which doesn't really exist atm. But yeah, I initially wanted to upload on Monday but it wasn't finished, so here we are. I'm uploading Friday because I had a really busy week.

Disclaimer: C'mon.

Recap: George gave a dose of De-Aging Potion to Harry. He is now five. We left off on Harry asking to go to on the elevator of the tree house.

Chapter 7: Baby Harry

They went up to the second story of the tree house and let Harry onto the elevator. There was a pulley attached to a branch—the whole contraption was installed by Arthur. Ron pulled the rope and brought them down smoothly, as if he'd done it a thousand times, he probably had.

"Can we go again," Harry asked, his eyes shining with joy. Ron and Ginny pulled the rope and slowly but steadily brought them up. As they were going back down, Mrs. Weasley came out with a camera and snapped pictures of Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron—as best as he could, being he was holding the rope to keep them still—posed for the picture.

After they went up and down the elevator a few more times (to Harry's delight), Molly suggested they go swimming in the pond.

"I don't know how to swim," Harry said sadly.

"That's okay sweetie," Ginny said kindly, "we'll teach you."

"Really?"

"Yeah," said Hermione.

"Go change into your swimming costumes, I'll go find Harry one," Molly said. Hermione and Ginny took longer to get ready because they had to find a swimming costume for Hermione, and put their hair up.

Ron's eyes widened as he saw Hermione walk towards the pond in a red, two-piece swimming costume. Ginny elbowed her and gestured towards Ron.

"He can't keep his eyes off you," she laughed. Hermione blushed and shoved Ginny on the shoulder. Harry was sitting on the edge with his feet in the water, meanwhile, Ron's hair was already soaked. The two witches sat on either side of Harry.

Hermione cautiously dipped her feet into the water. "Did you put a Warming Charm on it," asked Hermione.

"Mum and I did multiple while Harry watched," he responded.

"Auntie and Unca said magic wasn't real," Harry said.

"Yeah, well, they're Muggles—non-magical people," Ginny said before Harry asked.

"Am I a Muggle?"

"No, you're a wizard," answered Ginny. Hermione and Ron were having their own conversation about Merlin knows what.

"Really?! So I can do magic," Harry asked excitedly. Ginny nodded. "Where's my magic wand, then?"

"You get one when you're eleven, before you go to Hogwarts."

"What's 'hogwash'?" Ginny laughed.

"No, Harry, it's Hog-warts. And it's a magical school in Scotland," Ginny supplied.

.o.O.o.

"You look erm... pretty," Ron said awkwardly.

"Are you saying I don't always look pretty," teased Hermione.

"No! I meant t-that you l-look really, really pretty in the swimming costume," he explained quickly.

"I was just teasing, Ron, Merlin, calm down. And, thank you, for the...compliment..."

"No problem. You won't be thanking me for this," he muttered.

"What'd you s-" But it was too late, for Ron had already grabbed her hand and yanked her into the water. Hermione screamed. "Ronald," she yelled.

Everyone was laughing except for Hermione. Ginny shrugged and pushed off into the water. She lifted Harry from underneath his armpits and held him waist-level in the water.

They did many activities such as swimming, going to the park, walking around the market in St. Ottery Catchpole, eating lunch, and playing in the field.

At one point, Harry had dropped a glass and it shattered.

Harry was laughing at a funny face Ron had made while holding a glass. It slipped out of his hand and shattered on the floor. Harry cringed and made himself as small as possible against the sofa. He protected his face and started yelling,"I'm sowwy! I'm sowwy! It was an accident, I swear! It just slipped! I'm sowwy! I'm really sowwy!"

Ginny gently touched his arm and he cringed again. "I'm sowwy," he whimpered.

"Harry, it's okay. We're not gonna hurt you for breaking a glass. Is that what your aunt and uncle do?" Ginny said all of this very softly, to not scare Harry anymore than he already was. Harry nodded and Ginny pursed her lips. "Well, we're not your aunt and uncle, we're nicer."

.o.O.o.

After that episode, they got insight on what the Dursleys were really like. Older-Harry would've never told them.

.o.O.o.

Molly had taken many pictures of Harry, developed them, put them in frames, and hung them up next to other pictures.

"What's the situation," Ron asked his mum.

"George found the antidote... somehow, I don't know. All he said was that he found some in the back of the shop," she said.

"Odd," he commented. Molly nodded.

"Yes, and he's gonna be here any minute with it. What's Harry doing?"

"He's taking a nap on Hermione and Ginny."

"Awww, how cute," Molly cooed. "I'll be right back," she grabbed her camera and walked into the sitting room.

Suddenly, George appeared, right in front of Ron.

"Holy shit," Ron yelled in surprise.

"Language, Ronald," Molly and Hermione called. George smiled.

"I've got the antidote," he announced.

"Brilliant," Ron guided him to the sitting room where Harry was still sleeping.

"Tell me you got pictures, Mum." Molly jumped at George's voice.

"Oh, Georgie!" She went over and hugged him tightly.

"I've got the antidote," he repeated.

"Great, hold on a sec," she then gently picked up Harry and carried him up the stairs.

A confused Harry came down a short while later.

"You somehow took a dose of De-Aging Potion," Hermione explained. Harry squinted, looking from Ginny to Hermione to Ron to George. He did this a couple times before staring a George and muttering, "You little shit."

I had good intentions," George yelled in defense. Harry crossed his arms.

"And they were what exactly," Harry asked.

"I wanted you to have baby pictures," George said quietly.

Harry thought for a moment before softly saying, "Oh."

"Care to give an explanation," Ginny asked.

"At the Dursleys house," George started, "there's only pictures of Dudley. And I realized that Harry didn't really have any pictures of when he was young,"

Comprehension dawned on their faces.

"That's erm—very thoughtful of you, George."

A/N: Hey, I told you it was going to be a short chapter, didn't I?