For Harry it was just another day at Hogwarts. He was hurrying down to the dungeons for potions (his least favourite lesson) for no other reason than to enjoy Professor Snape's callous company. His robes flapped about his ankles as he hurried down the final corridor. If he didn't hurry he was going to be late. And the last thing Snape needed was an excuse to be pissed at Harry.
"Not so fast!" He heard echo down the corridor. Harry jumped. As far as he had known, he was alone. Apparently not...
He whirled around to see who had shouted his way, but only caught a glimpse of a female figure behind a white, flash of light.
"Regresso Infantalis!"
Harry's vision blurred as he fell this knees and passed out in the potions hallway. Everything went black...
*
When Harry awoke he was back in bed. He felt the comforting cushion of his mattress beneath him. That whole situation had just been a bad dream. Now he could start his day afresh with no worries.
"Good morning, little one."
Harry jumped as he heard the female voice. He opened his eyes and realised things were not quite as they seemed. He was in bed, that much was true. But it wasn't his bed. He was lying on a blanket splayed over a thick plastic mattress. Around the bed were tall plastics bars that reached far up over his height. He sat up in disbelief.
"Oh my God..." He cried. "I've been shrunk!"
The female figure loomed over him, casting a long black shadow across the crib. Her hair dangled down over Harry.
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