How will you act if you suddenly found yourself as a baby, and not just any baby .
A potter ?
Well as confusing and amusing that may be , this is what happened to me.
Hi !! My name is Camelia Cerelia Potter , and I'm the baby who wasn't supposed t...
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"How can anyone not like you? " Astoria gasped at Rolf who made a comical face and rested his arm of her shoulder
"I know, I'm so awesome. People don't seem to appreciate my awesomeness" he sighed
" I can see exactly why they don't like you " Draco grumbled making us all laugh
"Does anyone want to see the Crumple-Horned Snorkack " Luna hummed and none of us had the heart to tell her such creatures didn't exist.
This would perhaps be the only time, I was actually glad Moody came to us and saved us from answering Luna's question. He limped towards me with Harry by his side.
“Come with me, Potter,” he growled.
“others, off you go.”
I followed Moody into his office. He closed the door behind us and turned to look at Harry, his magical eye fixed upon him as well as the normal one.
“That was a very decent thing you just did, Potter,” Moody said quietly.
Harry looked like he didn’t know what to say.
“Sit down,” said Moody, and we sat, looking around.
The office was full of a number of exceptionally odd objects that I supposed Moody had used in the days when he had been an Auror. On his desk stood what looked like a large, cracked, glass spinning top; I recognized it at once as a Sneakoscope, because Harry owned one himself, though it was much smaller than Moody’s. In the corner on a small table stood an object that looked something like an extra-squiggly, golden television aerial. It was humming slightly. What appeared to be a mirror hung opposite us on the wall, but it was not reflecting the room. Shadowy figures were moving around inside it, none of them clearly in focus.
“Like my Dark Detectors, do you?” said Moody, who was watching us closely.
“What’s that?” Harry asked, pointing at the squiggly golden aerial.
“Secrecy Sensor. Vibrates when it detects concealment and lies . . . no use here, of course, too much interference — students in every direction lying about why they haven’t done their homework. Been humming ever since I got here. I had to disable my Sneakoscope because it wouldn’t stop whistling. It’s extra-sensitive, picks up stuff about a mile around. Of course, it could be picking up more than kid stuff,” he added in a growl.
