oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 1

Harry Potter slammed into consciousness in the pitch black dark. He felt more nauseous than he had ever felt in his life. He gulped in air, trying to keep the strangely absent contents of his stomach down. The darkness surrounding him spun as vertigo ravaged his body. He grabbed the plastic mattress below him in confusion. The thin blanket that barely covered him made him feel uncomfortably hot. Harry was too sick to think.

A few minutes later, the room stopped spinning. He gulped air into his lungs and felt his stomach start to settle. He sat up, his head splitting in a terrible headache. He groaned and grabbed it, massaging the temples to try to ease the pressure.

He reached over to the side to try to find his glasses or his wand and just touched the bare wood floor instead of a side table. Harry was confused. He felt around until he found the wall, if you could call the bare studs that. Harry started to feel dread. His hands felt very small for a sixteen-year-old. He followed the wall around until he felt the edge of a crack. No one would call it a proper door. It was just the door to a cupboard after all. Harry banged his head against the stud.

When Harry undertook the ritual Hermione had found, the one that was supposed to send him back in time, he'd meant to be sent back to his sixteen-year-old self. At best, he was now back in his eleven-year-old body.

"I can work wif eleven," the boy said to himself. He stopped at the sound of his own voice. He didn't sound eleven. He fell back on his bottom once he realized he was standing inside the cupboard and didn't even reach the top of the door.

Harry sat, stunned. Quickly, he jumped unstably back onto his tiny feet. He swung his arm around wildly and felt for the string that turned on the light. He had to stand on his tip-toes to reach it. The light turned on with a soft snick. Harry looked down at his body and groaned.

"Damn." Harry was no teenager ready to do anything to defeat the dark lord. He was a bloody baby!