A/N: Hey, sorry it took me a while to update guys! I hope you like! ~Jessica Odair Lovett Weasley
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only the plot of this story.
The next morning, Hermione woke first, and went straight to the library. She picked up a book on magical child care, then went back to the Room of Requirement. She sat on the couch, and began to read.
Ron slowly began to stir. He sat up, his ginger hair tousled, and said a groggy "Morni' 'Mione." "Morning." she said not looking up from the book. "Your reading this bloody early?" he asked incredously. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am Ronald. And watch your language while Harry's here." "He's asleep!" Ron said. "So, he could still hear it." Ron's turn to roll his eyes. "It's almost time for breakfast, why don't you wake him up?" Hermione asked. Ron grudgingly got up, and stood at the edge of the child form of his best friend.
"Harry, get up." he said, gently shaking him. The boy didn't wake up. "Harry!" he said again. Harry groggily turned over, and squinted at Ron, half because he couldn't see without his glasses, half he was tired. He reached a small hand over and grabbed his glasses, pushing them up his nose. "Morning." Ron said. Harry sat up. "Morning." he said tiredly. "We're gonna go down to breakfast, so get dressed and we'll go." Ron said. He grabbed some clothes of his, and went into another room. Harry copied his actions and went off to another room. They came back, and the trio headed down to the Great Hall.
"Get ready for the stares." Ron muttered to Hermione. She sighed. They opened the door, and walked in, as normally as they could with a five year old boy holding their hands between them. Most of Gryffindor already knew what happened, but talk broke out from the ones who didn't, and the other houses. When they sat down, Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus.
"Hi, Harry, how are you?" Ginny asked. Harry moved closer to Ron. "It's okay, that's my sister, Ginny." he told the boy quietly. "I-I'm okay, how are you?" he said quietly but polietly. 'I'm good, I've been worried about you." she said, her face turning red. Harry looked down. "Hi Harry, I'm Neville." said Neville, smiling at him. Harry returned the smile shyly. "I'm Dean, this is Seamus." Dean said gesturing to his best friend. Harry smiled at them too. "We just wanted to see how you were, after the accident." Harry looked confused. "What accident?" he asked.
At that moment, Dumbledore stood up. "Now, students, I bet you are wondering why there is a five-year old with Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger this morning. That's because, that five year old boy is...Harry Potter." Gasps went through the Hall. "There was a potions accident, and he was de-aged. He, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley will not be in class, as it is probably not a good idea for a child to run around Hogwarts unsupervised. Thank you."
Everybody was staring at the Gryffindor table in shock. Harry looked shocked as well. "De-deaged?" he asked. "Yes. You're really sixteen years old."Hermione said quietly. Harry couldn't look more shocked. Then, Parvarti and Lavender came over. "Oh, you're so cute!" Lavender squealed looking at him. Harry looked frightened by the scary giggling teenager.
"Now Lavender, don't give the kid a heart-attack." Parvarti said, giggling. "Hi Harry, I'm Parvarti Patil." "Hi Paw-Pawvawti." he said stumbling over her name. She smiled at him. "I'm Lavender." "Hi Lavender." he said, still slightly unsure of her.
Then the post came, and Harry almost fell off the bench, but Hermione caught him. "Woah." he said, as a tawny owl landed in front of Hermione with the Prophet.
Hermione took the newspaper from the owl, and read the front page. Her face fell. She whispered to Ron "Two dementor attacks and five Muggles were tortured and killed." she said sadly. Ron's face fell, but he smiled reassuringly at Harry when he looked confused.
After breakfast, they went back to the Room of Requirement. Hermione picked up her book, and Ron sat on the couch next to her. Harry just sat on his bed uncertainly. "Harry, why don't you come sit with us?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged. "Come on!" she patted the space in between her and Ron. He walked over and sat down warily. Hermione smiled at him, then returned to her book. Ron grinned at his minature best mate. "SHe always reads, practically memorized every book she's ever read." he said. Hermione looked up. "I have not, and I like reading." He grinned at her, and was oblivious to the blush that appeared on her face when he did.
They had a normal day mostly. If you call normal watching the five year old version of your best friends in a room that changes into whatever you want, and not going to class. "Night." Hermione said, climbing into bed. "Night." Harry and Ron said, as they got into bed too.