Flwish! Flwash! Zip! Zap! Hex after jinx after hex were being thrown about. And the two usual culprits were at fault. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, at it again.

Malfoy gave a smirk at Potter after dodging a jellylegs jinx. "Still can't shoot straight Potter?" He laughed, but his laughter was cut off by a last minute dodge of the same jinx. Harry scoffed. "At least my aim is better then your attention span."

Back and forth it went. At this point the teachers had lost care, so long as nobody else joined in or got hit.

It was beginning of 8th year and these two buffoons were still at it.

Headmistress McGonagal had decided to add on 4 years to the original 7. Making it 11 whole years at Hogwarts, of course, you could decide to graduate after your 7th year. The other 4 years were more like a college type of deal. They also didn't separate your houses after 7th year they mix you up into dorms of about 6 - 8 people. You keep your house robes of course, and your house does still affect some things, just not your housing. You're only separated by year and that's it.

Problem is, the sorting hat got upset when he hear about the lack house separating, so McGonagal told him he could sort the students into their dorms. That hat just.... why?

"Harry Potter

Blaize Zambini

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Pansy Parkinson

Ronald Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy!"

He declared before moving on to the next room. McGonagal swears up and down the hat did that on purpose.

Still, what's done is done. Harry and Draco flinging Hexes at each other was incredibly normal. Even their friends had lost interest. While total trust was a ways away, the 6 out of the 8 or them were actually getting along quite well.

Pansy and Hermione were getting way too close. Those two made a dangerous duo. Neville and Luna were always good friends, but now Blaize seems to have joined their dynamic. Hermione and Ron were social butterflies as ever and had gotten along with everyone. Though it did take a while for Ron to become open to the idea that not all Slytherins were evil, he'd done it the day Pansy saved him from a green-wart curse that a Ravenclaw had flung at him.

Fwish! There goes another jellylegs jinx. "Honestly Malfoy, do you know anything new?" Harry asked slinging a leglocking Hex at the blonde. "I could ask you the same!" Malfoy yelled, still... He had been learning this new spell. He was sure he got it down and it was ready to try out. Why not? Potter always made good target practice anyways.

"Aetas Reduci-" He yelled, but was cut off by a Sirpin-sorcia. The half said spell realised and hit Harry. After the snake disappeared, Draco ran to the unconscious boy.

"Potter! You alright?!" Draco asked.

Harry sat up. He yawned and looked around. He didn't have a clue where he was. "Wh-where am I?" He asked.

Draco saw Harry sit up and yawn. "Wh-where am I?" He asked in the most precious little voice. Harry Potter had been hit with an age reducing spell, instead of a vocal age reducing spell. One makes you talk like whatever age the caster decided on, the other actually makes you that age.

"Oh! Headmistress!" He said, seeing the old woman running toward him. He explained what had happened. Though it didn't happen often, in fact it was quiet rare, it wasn't the first time the spell had been half said at Hogwarts. In fact, last time it happened was between a young Lucius Malfoy and James Potter. In that case though, it had also gone off course and hit Miss Lilly.

"To my office." She said, handing Potter, who had been swalded in his own robes, to the blonde.

Following the old woman's long strides, Draco looked down at Harry. If the spell worked correctly, he should be about 4 years old.

If the spell worked correctly, he should be about 4 years old.

Even Malfoy had to admit, Harry made an adorable 4 year old. That's not weird, right?

"W-who awr you?" Potter asked. "I'm Malfoy." "Helwo Mr, Mafowy. I'm Hawwy. Where awr wa going?" "To the Headmistress's office. Quiet now." "Okay. I'm sowwy." Harry said dropping his head.

He remained silent the rest of the walk.