Harry Potter, the one-inch-tall boy who lived, felt a sharp pain in his chest as he squeezed himself through a minuscule crack in the wall. He had been in tough spots before, but this just took the cake. It all started when he volunteered to help Professor Snape with a Potions class experiment, little did he know it would end up with him being shrunk down to the size of a gnome. The shrinking potion had accidentally spilled, and somehow it found its way into his robe pocket. As he crawled through the castle's walls, he found himself in a Slytherin girl's room. The room was meticulously organized, with books neatly arranged on shelves and a tidy bed adorned with silk sheets.
A hint of vanilla filled the air, and Harry could see a familiar symbol etched into the wooden bedpost: the symbol of the Serpent. Suddenly, he realized where he was. This must be Pansy Parkinson's room! He couldn't help but wonder what she would do if she found him crawling around on her floor. Would she scream in terror? Or would she find him cute and keep him as a pet? Time would tell.
As he continued to explore the room, he noticed a small box on the dresser, decorated with intricate gold lettering that read "Pandora's Box." Curiosity getting the better of him, he tried to open it, but it was locked. "Well, well, well," he heard a familiar sneering voice say. "What do we have here?" Harry turned around to see Pansy standing in the doorway, her emerald eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Ah, hello, Pansy," Harry said, trying to appear nonchalant. "Fancy meeting you here."
Pansy Parkinson narrowed her emerald eyes even further. "What are you doing in my room, Potter?" she hissed.
Harry took a deep breath. "Well, you see, Pansy, it's a long story. I was helping Professor Snape with a potions experiment that went horribly wrong, and I somehow ended up being shrunk to the size of a gnome. I managed to make my way through the castle's walls and ended up here in your room. I was just hoping to find a way to contact someone and get myself back to normal size," he explained, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
Pansy looked at him skeptically. "I see," she drawled. "And why should I believe you?" She took a step closer, looming over him. Harry felt a shiver of fear run down his spine.
"Look," he said, trying to sound more convincing, "I know it sounds crazy, but I really am Harry Potter. And if you don't believe me, you can always ask Professor Snape. He'll vouch for me."
Pansy considered this for a moment, her emerald eyes darting back and forth between Harry and the door. Finally, she seemed to reach a decision. "Very well, Potter," she said, her voice cold and distant. "If you really are who you say you are, and you can prove it, then I might be willing to help you. But if you're lying, I won't hesitate to turn you over to the school authorities."
Harry nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Pansy. That's very brave of you. Now, to prove it, why don't you take me to Professor Snape and ask him?" She raised an eyebrow, skepticism still etched into her features.
"Alright, Potter. But you're on your own after that. I'm not promising anything," she warned, scooping him up gently in one finger. "Alright Potter why we walk I will have to hide you so none of the other students discover you." "Ok but where?" Harry asked.
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