This choice: Miniaturized Flight From Privet Drive • Go Back... "Ouch," Harry cursed as Hermione yanked out a tuft of his hair. She handed it to Moody, who dropped it into a bubbling vat of Polyjuice potion. Instantly, it was clear something was wrong. The liquid began to smoke, and then it congealed into a tar-like substance. Moody swore loudly.
"Where did you get the boomslang skin I asked you to buy last month." The menacing wizard had his magical eye trained on Mundungus, who tried to stutter an excuse. "Never mind," barked Moody. "We will have to move forward with plan B." He produced a small bottle from his trench coat. It contained acid-green liquid. "Here, Potter, drink this."
Harry opened his mouth to ask what it was, but the look from Moody told him he better keep quiet. After a moment's hesitation, the boy swallowed the potion. It was bitter and made him shutter. Harry just had time to set the bottle down before his skin began to tingle. Then the room appeared to grow around him.
As Harry shrunk, his clothes became too big and slipped off his body. Harry saw Ron sniggering before his boxers completely engulfed him. Then, in shock, he just stood in the darkness. "Miss Granger, would you please grab Mr. Potter," boomed Moody. It felt like an earthquake as his clothes were picked up. Harry slipped and landed on his butt. Thankfully the thick carpet in the living room of # 4 Privet Drive softened his fall.
Two huge sneakers were in front of him. Harry craned his neck to see Hermione kneeling over him. Her expression was somewhere between concern and bemusement. Gingerly, the giantess scooped up the tiny boy. Her hands were soft and warm, with a flowery scent. Everyone was looking down a Harry.
"Look at the size of that little rocket," teased George.
"I have a mosquito bite big than it," retorted Fred with a chuckle. Feeling conscious, Harry tried to cover himself up.
"Enough," barked Moody. "Potter, sorry for doing this to you, but it was the only option. Since Mundungus bungled operation Seven Harry's, we had to move to operation Tiny Harry. The Death Eaters will never expect it. Plus, it is much easier to hide you this way. However, we don't have time to lose. Miss Granger, please secure the package, and then we can leave."
Hermione carried her tiny friend into the kitchen, away from the other witches and wizards. "Harry, I am really sorry about this, but you will be safest if I...
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