Harry woke up with the strange feeling that something was different, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. Putting it out of his mind, Harry started to get ready for Thursday classes. He put on his robes. Had those sleeves always been that long? They must have been, there was no way he could have shrunk two... whole... inches... in a day. Uh-oh.

He called out, "Ron!" to wake the bleary-eyed boy up fully.

"Huh? Whatzit Harry? I'm trying to slee..." Ron trailed off, falling back asleep.

"Ron! Wake up! This is serious!" Harry berated him.

"Fine!"

"How tall am I on you?"

"What? Why in the blue blazes do you want to know that?"

"I just do, now come over here so I can check!" Harry exclaimed impatiently.

"Geez, okay mate! What's got your panties in a twist?"

"Ron!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Ron made his way over to his friend.

"See? You're exactly the same size you were yesterday, now can I go back to- What the hell?" He broke off. Harry only came up to his shoulder, 2 inches shorter than he had been the following day.

"It's starting..." Harry said ominously.

"What is, Harry? What's going on? You shrunk two inches, and you've been acting strange all week." Ron asked.

"Hm? Oh, get Hermione to tell you." Harry replied absently. It had started, and he only had twenty-five days left to get Malfoy to kiss him, or else.