A/N: *slaps self* Stupid, why would you so long to freaking update! I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long! Hope you like this chapter! ~J.O.L.W ( I have no I dea why I keep signing it different all the time I'm just weird :p )
The next morning, Hermione woke first as usual. She was a morning person. Harry woke shortly after, now taller, though only a little. He rubbed his eyes, but on his glasses, and sat up. "Morning Hermione." he said. "Morning Harry." she said with a smile. He smiled back. Ron was still fast asleep. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry help me wake him up." she said. He nodded and they walked over to Rons bed. Hermione held up three fingers. "One, two, three..WAKE UP!" her and Harry yelled. Ron yelped and fell out of bed onto the floor. He sat up, scowling, cluthing his ribs where they connected with the floor. "That was NOT funny!" he said indignatly as they burst out laughing. "It kind of was." Hermione giggled. He stood, up, still holding hsi ribs, and glared at them. But they still saw the amusment in his eyes.
After they were dressed, they went down to breakfast. As they were coming down, DRaco Malfoy stood outside the Hall, smirking at them,. "Well, if it isn't The Weasel, the Mudblood, and their Baby Potty." he taunted. Hermione glared at him, Ron turned red and clenched his fists, and Harry just blsuhed and ducked his head. "Shut up Malfoy. And wasn't this little accident your fault?" Ron asked.
Flashback
"Malfoy, wold you stop playing with your hair and actually do some work?" the angry teenager Harry asked. Malfoy dropped his hands from patting his white-blond hair, and glared at him. "Fine, but only because I don't want you to blow it up." he replied with a very unpleasent sneer. Harry just sighed and ignored the jibe. They were making a Dreamless Sleep Potion, and Malfoy had been leaving Harry to do everything. "Well, so far it seems you didn't mess it up." he said. Harry just rolled his eyes. Harry, who now was the one sitting back, didn't notice when Draco put some extra drops of salamander blood, or too many beetle eyes. BOOM. The potion exploded. Malfoy ducked, and it hit Harry right in the face. He started coughing, and he fell to the floor, clutching his stomach. Professor Snape rushed over to see what happened. There staring fearfully up at him, was a five year old boy in much too big robes. "Where am I?" he said, looking around, curling up into the robes.
End flashback
(A/N: The reason Ron and Hermione weren't there was because they were in the hospital wing after Crabbe and Pansy Parkinson hexed them)
Draco mearly sneered, and walked away, shooting the small boy a look of pure loathing.
I am mean. I know. I shouldn't end it here. But I'm tired and I really want to update this story.
Reviewers get to play with little Harry! :3 ~Jessica O.L.W ( See I always sign it different, I don't know why. )