A.N: Hi guys, a while back somebody asked me to write a test chapter for two ideas that he had pitched to me.

1) A story where fourth-year Harry ends up in a potions accident and becomes 10 years old and ends up seeing Tonks as a mother figure and Diggory as a father figure.

2) A story where Dumbledore reveals all of his manipulations to Harry and instead of Harry getting angry, Harry actually agrees with Dumbledore's greater good idea and the two eventually plot together to take over the world.

I feel like I probably won't do these two as stories since they're not really clicking with me when it comes to actually writing them even though I like the ideas so I've only put one scene in for both stories. So here they are, enjoy.

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Story 1 -

"Where the bloody hell is he?" Nymphadora 'Don't call me that, prat!' Tonks wondered as she started walking around the Slytherin dungeons.

She didn't really know how she ended up trying to search an entire school for a single child while the other aurors remained in the great hall, but at this point, she couldn't do anything besides mentally complain. Several members of magical law enforcement, including herself, had been present at Hogwarts due to the big Tri-Wizard tournament that was being held. She had watched the the goblet of fire select three champions as expected, but then everything changed when a fourth name came of the goblet.

Harry Potter.

The boy-who-lived's name had come out of the goblet of fire, somehow making him the fourth champion in a tournament for three people. She had seen his face during the selection, he looked like he would rather be anywhere but the great hall at the time. She found herself doubtful about him actually willingly entering the tournament, the boy looked scared to death.

He had gone into the side chamber with the other judges and champions, after about five minutes of listening to students complaining about a fourth champion she watched as Harry Potter stormed out of the side chamber and out of the great hall, looking absolutely livid and ignoring the mocking and insulting calls from the other students. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him at the moment, knowing all too well just how horrible it is to have an entire student body mock and insult you.

A couple of hours later it was revealed that he was not in Gryffindor tower with the other lions, and after a few more failed attempts at finding him, she had been sent to try and look for him. So far she had checked all of the floors apart from the lowest floor, the dungeons.

"What?!" She heard a voice squeak.

She paused and turned around to find Professor Snape's classroom in front of her, not a class where she had many fond memories, but despite that she slowly opened the door and stepped in to find a strange sight.

"What the..." Tonks trailed off as she looked at the young boy, who quite frankly looked like he was seven, covered in various different coloured liquids from head to toe whilst being dressed in a Gryffindor uniform and supporting a pair of overly sized round glasses. She was about to speak again when she noticed the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

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Story 2 -

"And so, there you have it." Dumbledore finished before leaning back in his chair and letting out a small sigh as he stared at the ground.

He mustered up his Gryffindor courage and stared at the boy opposite him, Harry Potter. Harry was sat in his chair, a blank expression on his face. Dumbledore prepared himself, expecting Harry to deliver a very angry outburst. After all, who wouldn't be angry at finding out that their entire lives had been manipulated from before they were even born.

Once Dumbledore had started, he had found it hard to stop and ended up divulging everything to Harry. Telling him about how he manipulated Severus into hearing the prophecy, how he tricked Harry's parents into making Pettigrew their secret keeper and how he placed Harry at the Dursley's despite knowing how bad they were due to him wanting Harry to have his mother's blood protections. On the one hand, it felt well and truly great to have finally told someone about everything, it felt like a massive weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Dumbledore felt glad that he had his wand ready in his holster, while Harry couldn't hope to match him in a fight, it was blatantly obvious that the boy was no average wizard when it came to power and Dumbledore had seen many people get beat due to them underestimating their opponents. Just take Voldemort for example, he had been underestimating the boy ever since he was a little babe in a crib, yet Harry always managed to come out on top.

"I get it," Harry sighed, interrupting Dumbledore's thoughts. "I don't like it, but I get it."

"I beg your pardon," Dumbledore blinked. "What did you say?"

"I said that I get it," Harry repeated. "I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? What does one life matter when millions of lives are on the line? You did what you thought was best."

"I..." Dumbledore looked at him with a flabergasted look on his face. He was expecting Harry to be angry with him, furious, to start shouting and screaming insults and possibly to try and harm him, not for him to so easily defend Dumbledore's actions.

"But I think you might have been going a little light," Harry continued, unaware of what was going on in Dumbledore's head. "I think if we play this right then we can have every death eater in Azkaban, what I think we should do is..."

Dumbledore watched as Harry started explaining his plan, a small smirk made its way onto the elderly wizard's face.