Disclaimer: Why can't I own Harry Potter? Lots of OTHER people own him, or at least his body parts. Daniel Radcliffe even owns his FACE, the lucky guy! I want to own part of Harry Potter too! Waah!

-P!

Just as Harry finished his last thought, he appeared in the middle of a bunch of mountains. "Where the hell am I?" he screeched. Unfortunately, this drew the attention of some really ugly thingys nearby. They roared something unintelligible at Harry and ran at him, drawing lethal looking swords. "Get away from me!" Harry yelled. Searching for his wand, he noticed that his pants appeared to be too big for him. Oh, well. Deal with it later.

Finding his wand at last, Harry took it out. "Reducto!" he shouted. The rocks in front of the thingys were blown up, creating an iron grey dust. He wheeled around and raced into a hole in the rock.

The hole was actually deeper than it looked. As he ran farther and farther in, Harry discovered that it was in fact a tunnel. In some places, it was barely big enough for him to squirm through. Huh. I seem to have gotten smaller. What the hell? He wiggled through some tight bends, feeling some of his clothes rip. The voices of the thingys became quieter and quieter, until at last there was silence.

After what felt like a millennia of crawling in the darkness, Harry finally emerged into dusky light. He cleaned off his glasses and looked around. He was in a small cavern, with some vents in the roof throwing down light, and a small pool of water. Harry stood in one of the shafts of sunlight and took a good look at himself.

He was right. He was smaller. His jeans went way past his feet when he was wearing them normally, and his shirt reached his shins. Harry stumbled over to the pool of water, and saw his reflection. "What the-?" It looked like he was fourteen! And he was short! Really, really short. He must have been three and a half feet!

"Oh, Merlin." He pulled up his shirt to get a look at his pants. They were so big it was a miracle that they were staying on. He rolled them up, but they just fell down.

Sighing, he kicked them off. When he grew up (again) he could wear them. His shoes went flying off with his pants. I guess they were too big too, he thought. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he went to look around.

Harry walked into a large side-tunnel. It was dark and sloped downwards. He carefully made his way through it, groping in the blackness. As he was nearing a bend, he saw faint torch light. It was a band of the thingys that had chased him into the cave system earlier. They were talking in a weird, guttural language. They seemed to be arguing about something, and they looked to be swearing quite a lot. Harry filed away some of the mere interesting words for later. He crept over, wondering if they would have a bite to eat. He was quite hungry.

Just as Harry was sneaking closer, his stomach growled loudly. He froze; terrified that he would be discovered. The thingys fell silent. They sniffed the air, drawing in his scent. "Gharvraz! Gharvraz um Moria!" [Intruder! Intruder in Moria!] They ran towards him, waving axes and throwing stones. Harry bolted, running back the way he had come.

When the thingys saw him, the yelling increased. "Warc gharvraz! Bandulver!" [There's the intruder! Get him!]

They threw many rocks, and it looked like they were trying to bring the tunnel down.

The thingys succeeded. The tunnel came down with a resonating crash. Dust filled the air. Harry's eyes widened in pain as a boulder landed on his leg, breaking it instantly. He lay there, gasping for breath and sobbing in agony. It felt like his leg was on fire. He tried to shove the boulder off his leg. It rocked slightly, causing the fire in his leg to flare up. Heartened somewhat, he tried again.

This time, it worked. Now that the pressure was released, Harry's leg didn't hurt so much anymore. He blinked. Everything was blurry. He searched for his glasses, feeling around him.

His fingers feeling something, he picked it up. It was his glasses alright. They were broken, the wire connecting the lenses mangled. Harry sighed and tucked them in his pocket regretfully. He'd have fashion something to hold them together later.

Forgetting that his leg was broken momentarily, he attempted to stand. No luck. He fell over, cursing his stupidity. Carefully, he tried to get up again. Harry grabbed onto a stone protruding from the wall. Testing to be sure that it wasn't loose, he pulled himself up. He stood, leaning against the wall for a minute. Then, he made his way back to the cavern where he left the rest of his clothes.

Harry wasn't exactly certain of what he would do, but he'd find something out. Maybe he could catch fish, although they would taste awful.

A/N: Hi guys! I got it done in less than a week! Isn't that awesome?

Guess what! I got a kitten! She's roughly 6 months old and sitting on my lap as I type. Her name's Trillium. She's black and white, and is the sweetest thing ever!

See ya next chapter, eh?