Chapter 1
Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley was currently sat behind one of the large trees on the edge of the Burrow’s inner garden. The weather was sunny and warm, peace and quiet surrounded them. It was rather odd.
Ron’s parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, was currently in Romania to visit Charlie. One of Ron’s older brothers. The twins, Gred and Forge, had managed to manipulate their way onto the trip.
Honestly, those two could be slyer than the average Slytherin student. Well, they could if they chose to. This time it had been blatantly obvious that they were outright lying and didn’t do much to conceal it. Nevertheless, they had managed to convince Molly that they missed their older brother so incredible much that they just HAD to see him. Harry knew for a fact that even though they were fond of their older brother their wish to go to Romania was caused by the need of dragon saliva for one of their crazy projects. Crazy but brilliant, mind you. Their ideas and creations were nothing less than marvellous, and Harry had no doubt that one day, (if they survived Molly), they would have an exceptional business.
Ginny was staying at one of her friends’ house for some weeks. Apparently, they were going to some semi-important quidditch game that would decide one of the teams that were to compete in next years world cup. Harry was kind of envious, but Ron had hinted that his dad might be able to get tickets from work so that they could all go next year. Harry really hoped he would, that would be pure bliss.
Percy was currently working a summer job at the ministry. He was still a bit too young to help with anything of significance but was absolutely sure that this would help in securing a good job there when he finished school. Whether or not that was the case he still earned a small salary for himself, and Harry could think of a lot worse ways to earn money than filing and sorting old paperwork and cases. In addition to the salary, he was allowed to stay at one of the ministry flats that was vacant for the summer. Sure to say, none of the other Weasley’s had seen much of him this summer.
This all meant that Harry and Ron were alone at the burrow for at least a month. Well, not alone exactly. Bill had come back from Egypt this summer and had been tasked with watching them. Both Ron and Harry thought it was silly, they were or would be thirteen this summer after all. Even so, Harry couldn’t really find it in him to complain. He was free of the Dursleys this summer, after only one week spent in their miserable presence, and he and Ron were going to have a fantastic time.
After all, they had an idea that would make their summer totally amazing.
As already stated, they were currently in the shade of one of the trees at the Burrow. A standard pewter cauldron sat between them, underneath was a charmed hot plate. On the side lay all the prepared ingredients needed for the potion, all they had to do now was put each in the correct order and follow the recipe. They had planned this so thoroughly it didn’t sit right with either off them. Neither of them had ever before put so much effort into actually PLANNING something. It was probably for the best though, after all nothing could go wrong now.
“Oh, I can’t wait ‘till we finish this!” Ron said enthusiastically.
Harry looked up from the bubbling cauldron and grinned at his best mate.
“Me too, this is gonna be absolutely brilliant.”
Harry got a more serious look at his face as he said;
“You don’t think Bill will be furious though? Just imagine what you mom will do if he tells on us”.
“He better not.” Ron said with a shiver and a grimace before he once again lightened up. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he won’t. Bill’s cool that way.”
“Yeah, lets hope.” Harry answered with a weak grin.
Harry looked down at the book in his lap, checking and rechecking the steps.
“Okay, so we need to add the coltsfoot flowers and stir every other time clockwise and counter-clockwise, you put in the flowers one at a time and I stir?”
After a nod from Ron Harry opened the jar with the 8 flowers needed for the potion.
“We’re sure this is coltsfoot aren’t we?” Harry asked as he studied the small picture in the book versus the real flower. “I mean, I was pretty sure, but these look a bit fluffier don’t you think?”
Ron looked at the flower, then the picture, then back at the flower again.
“huh.. yeah. Well, it’s gotta be, right? It isn’t as though this is the first time the picture looks a bit different. Remember the blue Bitter root powder for the swelling solution?” Ron snorted.
“Your probably right.” Harry said, and they got on with the task at hand.
Half an hour later a light blue liquid was filled into two potion vials.
“It is a bit light in colour don’t you think?” Harry asked in confusion.
“Yeah, a bit.” Ron frowned at him. “Do you think we did anything wrong?”
“Uh..I don’t know. Nothing I can see at least. It’s probably fine, maybe we added a dash too much leech juice or something.” Ron looked relived at that, they both really wanted this to work.
“Probably” Ron said with a smile. “Ready to be 17 for the summer? Just think of all that we could do. We could do magic! Go to bars, hook up with girls!” Ron said with an enthusiastic smirk and a dreaming look in his eyes.
“Yeah.” Harry said equally ecstatic.
They locked eyes, each with an equal excited look at their face.
“Cheers!”
They clinked glasses and down their vials. The effect was immediate, as soon as the last drop slid down his throat, he felt his body start to change. His bones were convulsing, his skin tightening, he could feel himself begin to stre..SHRINK! HE COULD FEEL HIMSELF BEGIN TO SHRINK!
The last thing he remembered before the world turned black was Rons wide terrified eyes and a really, really, high pitched girly shriek.
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Harry groggily opened his eyes as voices drifted from downstairs. He could hear Bill converse with someone. Who was it? The voice was vaguely familiar and sent shivers down his spine. Snape.
What the heck was Snape doing here?! He swung his leg over the bed to go wake Ron so they listen in on the downstairs conversation. However, he had somehow miscalculated in the extreme The bed was like two meters high and it sent him crashing to the floor with a loud thump. A pitiful whine escaped his lips as he crashed to the ground.
What the hell?! Was this some sort of prank? Everything was so big..
Huh..
Oh..?
OH FUCK FUCKETY FUCK
His eyes frantically found Ron’s bed. The loud noise had woken him up it seemed. Their panicked gazes collided before they each examined the other bottom to top, eventually moving to find the other’s eyes again.
“Bloody hell.” They whispered in unison.
“Awake, are you?” Bill commented dryly from the door frame.
Both boys’ gazes turned guiltily to the older guy. Bill didn’t look nearly as shocked as they thought he should. He’s dark red hair tied up in his usual bun, the one fang hanging from his ear. He was sporting a black tea and loose jeans and as usual looked rather cool, there were no other word for it.
“You..you’re not gonna tell mom are you?” Ron whispered nervously, not meetings his brother’s eye.
Bill lifted his eyebrow.
“I’m not? Give me a reason not to and I might consider it” he asked them.
Ron thought for a moment before a light bulb practically lit on the top of his head.
“We can’t ruin their holiday! They have deserved a break and some time to relax.” Bill snorted and lifted his eyebrow even higher. “And.. she’ll be real mad.” Ron whispered almost inaudible.
“Damn right she will.” Bill muttered before locking gazes with them.
“I will restrain from telling mom anything” Bill said with a huff, but before the small boys could express their relief he continued. “on a few conditions. First and obviously, if we find a way to turn you back before they are back. Secondly on the condition that you’ll behave and do as I tell you to. Thirdly, you tell me what the hell you were trying to do and why. Whole story, no lies.” Bill finished sternly.
Harry cringed on the floor as he still hadn’t gotten up from the sprawled position he’d landed in.
“Why don’t you start telling Harry?” Bill said sternly but not unkindly.
“Well.. well… You know we were trying to.. uhh” Harry looked helplessly at Ron who just shrugged in a “we’re fucked just tell him mate” sort of way. Only it looked kind of weird in an adorable way in is current body.
“Weweretryingtomakeanagingpotionsowecoulddomagic” Harry said very fast, red tinging his cheeks.
“Pardon?” Bill asked with an amused look.
“We were trying to make an aging potion so we could perform magic in the summer” Harry said more slowly, staring at the floor. Of course it sounded stupid now, but he had really thought it would work.
“Worked out well that?” Bill asked exasperatedly but with a smirk at his lips.
“Do you at least know where you went wrong? Assuming this isn’t the intended result that is. Ron?” Ron shook his head slowly, but stopped abruptly, raising his eyes to meet Harry’s.
“The flowers” he whispered, wide eyes returning to Bill. “They were too fluffy afterall.”
“What flowers?”
“The coltfoot!” Harry piped in.
“You didn’t mistook it from the dandelion, did you?” Bill asked incredulously.
“Dandelions…” Harry whispered, looking at Ron with complete shock dominating his features. “How did we not realise it was dandelions..”
Bill actually let out a snort.
“I’ll be right back, I will inform Snape of your mistake so that he can see what he can do about it.”
“SNAPE?!” they chorused. “How in the name of merlin did you get him to help?” Ron asked, completely dumbstruck.
“Let’s just say that he owed me a favour” Bill smirked mysteriously. “Be good boys and brush up on your herbology skills in the meantime.”
As the older Weasley disappeared downstairs to firecall Snape, their attention once again found each other. He looked thoroughly at Ron. He was real small, his hair fell into his deer brown eyes. Freckles adorned his round face. He was extremely cute, not that he would ever be caught dead saying that out loud.
“You are really small, Harry”
Harry gave him a disbelieving stare.
“No shit Ron, so are you!” Ron gave him a smirk.
“No, I mean, you are like really small. Come here.” He said, whisking Harry towards the full body mirror in his room. As they both stood before the mirror he could kind of see what Ron meant. He was smaller than Ron, maybe half a head shorter and a bit scrawnier. His thin frame was hid behind a Tee and some grey joggers, most likely some of the Weasleys old clothes from the attic. His black hair were unruly, but the same length as Ron’s. The biggest difference was that he no longer wore his glasses and saw fine without them. His emerald eyes were big and quite startling when they had nothing to hide behind. He got his glasses the year he started school, that would mean he was at least younger than five.
“Hmph, not by that much jerk.” Harry harrumphed and stuck his tongue out.
Realising what he had done his cheeks turned red and Ron started a full-blown laugh. Harry threw a pillow at him but couldn’t keep the smile of his face.
“You guys are really mature, aren’t you?” Bill snickered. “Cute though.” They both glared at him.
“Good news, although Snape wasn’t impressed, he said there was worse things you could have done. Apparently, the quickest way would be to just last it out. Luckily you seemed to have made the potion correctly except for the mixup with the flowers. Snape said that while the coltsfoot represents age and wisdom, the dandelion represents youth and freshness, and that the dandelion flowers are more potent, hence the big age gap. He also said that you two is a pair blithering idiots.” Bill finished with a snicker.
They both gave him a brief scoul.
“You’re sure it won’t be another way to reverse the effect quicker?” Harry asked.
“Nope.” Billed grinned evilly. “Despite, if it was, I wouldn’t do it. I think this is a fitting punishment for your crimes.”
Ron and Harry shared a look.
“You’re scary when you do that Bill.” Ron said huffily. Bill just smiled at him.
“Now. Let’s find out your age” Bill said and took out his wand. “Aevum Reviloare” He muttered, pointing his wand at them. A peace of parchment appeared from thin air. Bill looked at it before raising his gaze and studying the boys.
“Seems like your both nearly three.” Bill commented, keeping his thoughts about how small Harry was for himself.
“Great..” Ron muttered.
“You got yourself into this predicament Ron, now you need to bear the consequences for your actions.” Ron’s cheeks tinged pink, and Harry felt his own unease squirm in his stomach.
“Well then, let’s get some food before you guys go to bed again.
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Harry turned around in his bed still mostly asleep. He didn’t know what had awaken him, but he didn’t really want to find out. He tossed around again and closed his eyes, trying to sleep once more. Then he felt it, the throbbing of his small bladder was enough to make him shoot up straight in his bed. He clamped down hard with his hands, managing to keep his liquid in. Quickly he slid down from the bed, feet first, laying on his stomach. He tried to get down without his hands, but he was simply too short. As fast as he could he used both his hands to break the fall and succeeded in a soft landing.
The landing jolt made him loose his concentration and just as he landed on his feet, he felt a long hard stream of pee hit the inside of his pants with a rustling sound. He clamped down as hard as he could, squeezing himself, and pressing his legs together. Harry thanked Merlin and Morgana as he managed to stop the flow.
Hastily he started running towards the bathroom. That was not at all a good choice. He made it about halfway when he stumbled, it was just a small stumble, but it made him loose both his concentration and the grip on himself. His bladder gave out, a stream of hot pee collided full force against his pajama pants, effectively soaking him. Liquid ran down his legs and splashed noisily to the floor. He couldn’t hold back a small sob. Tears were running down his face as he stood miserably in the middle of the corridor, full out wetting himself as a fucking thirteen year old. Well, a thirteen year old in a toddler’s body, but still. How could this happen to him? It was utterly mortifying and he felt dread and humiliation pool the bottom of his belly.
Harry stiffened as he heard a door creak and a bleary eyed Bill Weasley walked out of his room.
“Harry, is that you?” He asked sleepily.
“Are you oka…oh..”
Harry stared down at the wet floor, he couldn’t look up, tears were still running down his face and he was terribly ashamed. He vaguely wondered if Bill would make him go back to the Dursley’s for being such a baby. The thought alone made him feel cold shivers. Of course he didn’t think he would, but he couldn’t be certain.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay Harry. Accidents happen.” Bill said soothingly as he crouched down in front of him. “Lets get you cleaned up and back to sleep, eh?” He said before reaching out and picking him up. For a moment Harry froze. He couldn’t ever remember anyone picking him up like that, but he let it pass, thoroughly too tired to put up a fight.
Bill settled him in his arms before pulling out his wand and vanishing the mess on the floor. Then he carried him into the bathroom, stripped him out of his wet clothes and gave him a quick wash in the bath. All the while Harry just stood there, looking at the ground, thoroughly humiliated by the situation. Bill disappeared for a minute, then came back with a set of clean red pajamas. As he helped Harry into the clean clothes, he started speaking again.
“You know it doesn’t matter, Harry.” He said, giving Harry a quizzical stare. “You don’t need to feel humiliated, accidents happen. You are stuck in the body of three year old, many children aren’t even fully potty trained at that age.” He gave Harry a kind, encouraging smile. His words did make him feel a little better. It was true too, when he thought about it, but he still felt as though he should be better.
He hadn’t been potty trained by the age of three. Well, sort of, but not fully. His aunt and uncle had never bothered to potty train him, just expecting that he should be able to one day. When he was a little over two and a half, he had had some modicum of control, purely self-taught, but still had a lot of accidents. He remembered because they were the reason behind his first smacks and manhandling. It hadn’t been too bad to start with, but as he grew older the smacks turned into full blown beatings, and the punishments grew harsh and nasty. He shook his head, resurfacing from his thoughts, he didn’t want to go down that road.
Carefully he lifted his eyes, looking at Bill through his fringe and whispered a quiet “thank you”. Bill gave him a sad smile before ushering him into bed once again. Harry hadn’t realized before how tired he was, but as his head hit his pillow he felt the full exhaustion of both the day and the night hit him, and he was out like a light.
The next time Harry woke up beams of sunshine filled the room. He didn’t want to open his eyes just yet, it was all too warm and snuggly to be awake. Memories from the night before swirled in his mind like a gust of wind. Thinking of the memories of the night made him blush bright red. It had been embarrassing, and his own reaction hadn’t exactly made it better. He pushed it out of his mind, and instead focused on the noises in the room. He could hear Bill in the hallway beyond, walking silently towards their room.
“Bill?” Ron asked in a small voice barely beyond a whisper.
Bill stepped inside. “Yeah Ron? Everything ok?”
“I...I’m wet” Ron said in an even smaller voice, not daring to look up at his older brother.
“You too, hmm?” He asked his little brother kindly, walking towards him. This made Ron look up at him in bewilderment.
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm? Oh, nothing really. Lets get you changed then, shall we?” He asked as he lifted his small baby brother up, pulling the covers away and cast a cleaning and drying charm on the bed.
“Can’t you just spell me clean too? Like the bed?” Ron asked cautiously, embarrassment making him unusual shy.
“Nah, excessive use of cleaning charms and such on a living being can actually lead to increasing growth of bacteria and germs. Besides it’s not nearly as efficient. Best save it for when one really needs it.” Bill said as he walked out of their room.
Harry sat up in his bed. He felt like a terrible person, but hearing Ron had had the same problem as he in the night made him feel a whole lot better. He looked towards the door. He really needed to use the loo, not nearly as badly as in the night but still. As he weighed his options, he figured there really was no choice. The embarrassment of knocking on the bathroom door was a lot less than risking his pants again.
With that in mind he slid of the bed and trudged to the bathroom. He kind of really had to go. He squeezed himself lightly as he knocked on the door.
“Hey, can I come in?” He asked semi-desperately in a squeaky high pitched voice.
Bill, hearing the tone in his voice quickly shoved the door open, letting the small boy in. Harry hurried towards the toilet, and then realized he couldn’t get up. His face turned red as he stood there semi-starkers, the two brothers in the room with him, and couldn’t reach the toilet.
Bill, always the hero, came to his rescue and lifted him up so he could sit down on the edge. He gave him a grateful smile as he turned to Ron. Ron was standing there in his drenched pajama, red in the face and looking embarrassed. Harry figured that as much as he was glad he wasn’t the only one, Ron didn’t deserve this humiliation. He swallowed his pride and opened his mouth to speak.
“You too, mate?” He asked softly as he slid from the toilet towards the sink. He too was a bit pink in the face as he realized that he had barged in and relived himself in front of the two brothers.
Ron raised his head and looked confusedly at him. He looked like cute baby with that dumbstruck expression on his face.
“What do you mean?” Ron asked him.
Harry full on blushed. As much as he didn’t want his friend to be embarrassed, he didn’t want to spell it out for him either. He settled for giving his friend a look and mumbled; “Yeah... you know.”
“oh..”
“Well, I guess that it’s nice to know it’s not just me there’s something wrong with.” Ron said with a hesitant grin.”
“Yeah.” He grinned back.