Second Chance at Saving Them {Harry Potter}

Bloody Hell I'm Ten!

So, here is the story, guess the lyrics below, get a dedication for the next chapter.

"Hope is a four letter word, make that money, watch it burn"

Answer: Counting Stars

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Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all gathered on the Potter's back porch, sipping lemonade. It was a cool September day, September second to be exact. Both the Potters and Weasleys had just sent their last child off on the Hogwarts Express. Lily had joined her brothers in Gryffindor, and Hugo, true to Weasley tradition, joined her. The only Weasleys who hadn't become Gryffindors were Rose and Victoire, who were, or had been in Victoire's case, Ravenclaws.

The friends sat there for a few hours, talking about their own eventful first years, guessing how much trouble James and Fred, George and Angelina's child who was definitely channeling his namesake, would get into this year, and Ron was still grumbling about his daughter and Scorpius Malfoy's friendship. Finally, Ron and Hermione had to go home, leaving the Potters to enjoy the sunset alone, before setting off to bed.

When Harry woke the next morning, he was in a small, dark room. This put him on guard, and he reached for his wand, only to discover it wasn't there. He felt around quickly and felt his hand hit a door knob. He turned it slowly and stepped out. Harry immediately realized where he was, it was a place he hadn't been to in many, many years. He was in the Dursley's house on Number Four, Privet Drive.

He looked down and had to brace himself against the wall to stop himself from falling. He was really short, wearing pajamas he hadn't worn since he was twelve, and when he turned around, he realized he had just stepped out of his old cupboard. It hit him, I'm ten years old again!

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Hermione had just woken up in her childhood bedroom, Well that's strange, I could have sworn I fell asleep in my own bed... She looked around and saw that the room was very different than she remembered. It was tidy, the bookshelf was full of new books, and children's books, very unlike the wizarding books that had replaced those years ago. The ink splatter she had gotten on her sheets Christmas of first year was gone, and when she looked in the mirror, she nearly screamed, her teeth were huge and a bit crooked, her hair was frizzy and puffy, and her face was adolescent.

When she looked down, she was barely over a meter tall, as tall as she was when she was - Bloody hell, I'm eleven again! she thought with shock, then she thought, I've been spending too much time with Ron.

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Ron slowly opened his eyes the next morning and was immediately blinded by a bright orange light. It took him a moment before he realized he was in his bedroom at the Burrow, which was strange, not only because he had fallen asleep next to Hermione last night, but because his mum had remodeled his room after he moved out years ago. Maybe his mum missed him and had kidnapped him in the middle of the night then redid his room. He stood up and stretched, Maybe I'll get a big breakfast out of this. He thought with delight, even though he usually had dinner with the family at least once a week, he missed his mother's breakfasts, especially the bacon.

He walked down the stairs, oblivious to the fact he was nearly two feet shorter than when he went to bed, that was, until he ran into Ginny.

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Ginny, still half unconscious, rolled over, only to have her hand flop off the bed. Her eyes snapped open, where was Harry? He was always there in the morning. She bolted up a second later and looked around at her surroundings. Her eyes widened, she noticed in seconds that was in her old bedroom. She looked down, and realized she was wearing her ratty old nightgown, which was even weirder, she usually wore shorts and an old T-Shirt (Usually Harry's) to bed.

She jumped out of bed and looked in the mirror. She stared, open mouthed, at her reflection. She looked nine years old again! What was going on? Was she dreaming? She pinched herself a few times and even walked to the bathroom to splash cold water on herself. She pinched herself again and even slapped herself once before she had to face the truth: she actually was nine. If she was nine, that meant... FRED! She bolted out the bathroom door, plowing into Ron, and he jumped back,

"Ginny? Why do you look so young?"

"I don't - wait. What do you mean?" Ginny asked, not daring to get her hopes up.

"You look like you're nine again!"

"Look at yourself!" Ron looked down and staggered again, "So, you're actually from my time? You... You're not actually eleven?"

"I was thirty-eight when I went to bed." Ron confirmed.

"I was thirty-seven. Do you think we time traveled?"

"No, we would still be our age when we time-traveled." Ron pointed out, remembering what Hermione had told him about her third year.

"Ron, if we didn't time-travel, then we are really ten and nine years old again. But either way, that means Fred is..."

Ron's eye widened, then both of them ran to the twins room, flung open the door and ran to Fred's bed. This caused both Fred and George to wake up,

"Oi! What's with the sibling love all of a sudden? And why aren't I being included?" George asked indignantly.

This was said on deaf ears, however, Ginny and Ron were busy hugging a confused Fred (yes, it was actually Fred). George shrugged and jumped onto his twins bed, pulling all three into his arms. Bill and Charlie found them a few minutes later, and ran to drag Percy into the room with them before joining in. Mrs. Weasley found them like that ten minutes later,

"What's going on?" She asked, pleasantly surprised.

"No idea." Most of the group chorused in response.

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That took longer than expected, mostly because of Wattpad being stupid and I was trying to figure out the right words.

EDIT: Yes, I've started editing chapters. For those of you just starting, the chapters get longer from here on out, averaging around 2000 - 2100 words. So please don't be put off by the shortness of this chapter. I would have added more, but I don't want to mess with the plot too much for my existing readers.

~PH