Chapter 1: Accidental Magic

Harry had always known he was different. He hadn’t been allowed to play with the neighborhood children when he was young. The only time he ever even really saw them was in Daycare or school.

One time, Harry had been watching the girls at daycare playing with their dolls. Harry had always wanted to play with toys of any kind but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia said he wouldn’t take care of them and that they’d break so he didn’t deserve any.

He had asked the girls if he could play with them, but they had crinkled their noses and said dolls were for girls, “Not stinky boys.” It made Harry sad. He saw how Dudley ruined all his toys, he always promised his aunt and uncle that he would take good care of a toy if he could just have one, but they just laughed at him and called him a freak

Now, staring at the girls giggling and having fun playing with their dolls, he contemplated just pushing them down and taking one, like Dudley would do. He really wanted a doll. He even stood up and began to walk back over to the girls. Halfway there, he stopped. He didn’t want to be like Dudley.

Harry turned around and sat back down by himself in his corner. He was so frustrated and sad and lonely. He really, really wanted a doll.

The air crackled with a strange energy. Everyone except Harry seemed to notice. I want a doll too! Harry practically screamed in his mind. A shock-wave burst from Harry’s body. The Daycare began to shake. Everyone except Harry felt a deep rumbling in their bones that made them nauseous. There were creaks and cracks as the walls began to splinter.

The minders began to panic scooping up children in a mad dash to escape the collapsing building. In the ensuing chaos, only Harry noticed one of the girls get engulfed in a pale light and, before Harry’s astonished eyes, shrink down to the size of a doll.

Harry acted without thinking. A small part of him knew that this was somehow a cruel and unusual fulfillment of his wish, but the rest of him was just worried for the safety of the very tiny little girl who could easily get trampled by a minder or child in the panic.

Harry covered the little girl with his body. He was occasionally trodden on or tripped over, but none of the minders tried to take him out. Harry picked up the scared and screaming little girl, cradling her gently and putting her in the overlarge pocket of his pants.

Harry made it out of the Daycare house just in time for him to escape the loud crash as it came down. Terrified parents were screaming, minders sat drinking coffee, looking severely traumatized. Children were crying. Strange men in powder blue robes were interviewing people. One came up to Harry.

“Hello, are you alright son? Did you get in a fight with one of the mug— er… the other children?” The man looked gruff and had a gruff voice, but there was a twinkle of gentleness and concern to it as well.

“I-I j-j-just wanted to play dolls with them, b-but they said boys weren’t allowed and then everyone looked sick and the house was coming down and nobody noticed her, there was this weird light, but nobody was gonna save her… I-I—“Harry felt sobs coming on.

“It’s okay, there there…” The man in the powder blue robes smiled soothingly and patted Harry’s back. “Happens to the best of us, not to worry. In future, try to control yourself, okay lad? You don’t want to hurt anyone, do you?” Harry shook his head. He didn’t want to be like Dudley.

The man ruffled his hair. “Good lad.”

After an hour the tumult was cleared up and everyone looked relieved and a bit dazed. The men in blue disappeared without a trace. When his uncle Vernon picked him up, the large man gave one astonished look at the demolished house, then the guilty look on Harry’s face. He frowned and his face threatened to go purple.

“Get in the car boy, we’ll talk about your punishment for… this,” Vernon began gesturing to the destroyed remains of the daycare house, “when we get home!”

Harry got in the car. Vernon was raving and barely coherent. Harry slumped in shame and put his hands in his pockets. He felt the tiny girl he had saved wrap her arms around his fingers, quivering in fear. I almost forgot. Oh no! What about her parents?

Harry was frantic for a moment, trying to remember if anyone was still looking for their daughter when Uncle Vernon had picked him up, but he didn’t think there was. I guess her parents abandoned her… I suppose I could take care of her.

Harry hid his smiling face. He had really wanted a doll to play with. Now he had one. He would always be careful, he knew she was still a person and no ordinary doll, but she would need him to take care of her. He would never let anyone take her away, she was his doll.

Vernon roughly threw Harry into his cupboard. It was all Harry could do to protect his new doll from being harmed when he fell. Once the cupboard was locked and bolted and Harry was sure no one would bother him, he took his hands from his pockets, carefully grasping his most precious possession in one of them. He opened his palm and gazed at the tiny little girl.

“Hello.” Harry whispered, hoping not to hurt her little ears or be overheard by the Dursleys, they would surely take away his precious doll if they saw her, and would probably hurt her just to teach him a lesson, or even worse, give her to Dudley.

The girl had long blonde hair that fell in ringlets and wore a cute pink pullover with a pink ribbon woven into her hair. The girl shook like a leaf as she gaze up into Harry’s gigantic face.

“H-h-hi, I’m sorry I w-wouldn’t play with you, p-p-please don’t hurt me!” the girl squeaked in fear. Harry frowned. He didn’t want her to be scared of him, he wanted to be friends. He was sure if he kept her secret, Dudley wouldn’t be able to make her not be his friend anymore.

“I’d never hurt you. I’m going to take care of you. I’ve never had a doll before, or any toy, or even a friend. I hope you’ll be my friend. What’s your name?” Harry babbled, as children were often wont to do.

“I’m L-Lisa, I’ll be your friend, but I’m not a doll! I’m a real girl!” Little Lisa shouted, almost as if she had to prove it to herself. Harry scoffed.

“Well, of course you’re real. I’m not stupid, you know. You’re special, but you’re still my doll.” Harry stated firmly, then grinned broadly. “I’m so glad you want to be friends. I promise I’ll take good care of you, I’ll never let my aunt and uncle and Dudley find you or hurt you.”

“What about my mummy and daddy?” Lisa asked tearfully, worried she really was going to live the rest of her life as a doll. Harry frowned sadly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see them, none of the grown-ups seemed to be looking for you,” Harry replied. Lisa broke down into loud, (for her) wet sobs. Harry felt bad that he had forgotten and not looked very hard for her parents, but didn’t want to give up his new friend and doll. He gently stroked her hair and back hoping that would help to soothe her. It actually seemed to work, because after a minute or two, she sniffed and looked up at Harry’s massive face. His eyes are so pretty! Lisa thought, then blushed.

“Thank you for saying you’ll take care of me, you’re Harry right?” Lisa began. Harry nodded. “I’m really tired, is it okay if I go to sleep now?” she asked looking expectantly into her giant friend’s intense, caring gaze.

“Yeah, I’m tired too.” As if on cue Harry yawned. Lisa had to clap her hands over her ears at the loud noise. “Sorry.” Harry looked down into his palm sheepishly.

Harry laid down on his nasty cot and pulled his ratty old blankets tight. He kissed Lisa little head, much to her spluttered indignation. Harry didn’t notice he had left her face coated in spit. He tucked his new doll, safely in his arms against his chest “good night Lisa, I love you.”

Lisa’s heart melted. Harry was the first person outside her family to say that. If it was Harry playing with her and taking care of her, maybe being a doll wouldn’t be so bad after all. Tucked against her giant friend’s body heat, with the pleasant rhythm of his heartbeat, Lisa fell asleep before Harry did. Both of them had warm smiles on when Harry drifted off.

Hermione had always known she was different. The other kids would never let her forget she was the buck-toothed bookworm, the teacher’s pet, the weirdo freak. More often than not, Hermione would return home in tears after being bullied at school. She hid her pain well, but her parents still saw.

Admittedly a six-year-old that reads Kafka and Salinger is not exactly normal, even Hermione knew that. But, she couldn’t help herself. Whenever she saw a book, it was like being gripped with an insatiable hunger. Sometimes it was scary, but it was also an escape from a world with no friends and no one who understood her, so she gave in with gusto, devouring book after book.

Hermione never cared whether a book was well written, old, new, reference or novel. Just the simple act of reading the printed word was a balm to her aching pride and loneliness.

“Whatcha readin’ Know-it-all?” Simpered Annie Smith, leader of Hermione’s tormentors. Her two flunkies giggled stupidly. Hermione ignored them, growing tired of the same permutations of the same conversation over and over, day by day. “Oi, Bookworm, I was talkin’ to you!” Annie shouted again, tearing the book from Hermione’s grasp.

“Give that back!” Hermione huffed, her face going red. She had really had it with this same routine. The cruel group just giggled and tossed her book around in a childish game of keep away until in one gut-wrenching moment, it fell.

Hermione was stunned into silence as the book, a very rare first edition her father had tracked down for her birthday, fell into a nasty puddle of mud. The idiot children just laughed at Hermione for caring so much about a stupid book as she stood stock still, her rage building and her muscle’s tense.

Hermione wished very hard for something, what exactly she wasn’t sure, all she knew is that she wanted these girls to suffer.

The sky rent open as a swirling storm of black clouds appeared, crackling with lightning. The Earth shook around Hermione but she stood blind in rage, unfazed by the carnage around. She was the eye of her own personal storm. Annie and her flunkies stared into the face of the bookworm they had tormented and felt fear.

Then the world sprung up around them as if everything were growing to abominable heights. When the transformation was complete, tears had fallen down Hermione’s cheeks. She stared down at her former bullies in shock. Then she smiled a very wicked, unsettling smile.

Before the little girls could come to their senses and attempt escape, Hermione bent down and scooped up her new toys. Her evil grin never faded as she thought of more and more ways to take advantage of her new power over them.

Hermione deposited her five new dolls in her backpack, intent on waiting until she got home to begin playing. She picked up her book and looked at it sadly, but then a thought struck her. I managed to shrink Annie and the others just by wishing it, I wonder…

Hermione screwed her eyes shut and focused on how much she wanted her book to be better again. After a while she felt a strange tugging from her stomach and a tingling rush over her body that left her exhausted. She opened her eyes to see her book in perfect condition once more.

Hermione merely grinned.

Chapter 2: Stockholm Syndrome

Lisa hummed quietly to herself as she stretched out and began her daily walk from her doll bed at the foot of Harry’s cot to the sleeping face of the boy himself. It had become a ritual of theirs to compete in who could get up the earliest and wake the other. Harry usually won by scooping up little Lisa to put her into his pocket in the morning. Today was different, he had woken her up by shifting in his sleep and knocking her out of bed.

The tiny girl grinned mischievously as she walked up her protector and friend’s gigantic face. She grabbed a goose down feather from her belt and began to tickle his nose. The giant doof would pay for disturbing her beauty sleep.

Harry stirred, and with him, Lisa’s entire world. Over the course of nearly five years as Harry’s doll, Lisa had figured out how to keep her feet in such situations and where to stand to avoid dangerous flailing body parts. She still got the occasional bruise or broken bone, but Harry’s mysterious powers were quite effective at healing her injuries before she even had a chance to sniffle.

“Hmmmm? Lisa?” Harry mumbled, hand reaching blindly for his friend and toy. When his fingers knocked her over, to her usual huffing protest, and softly gripped her body, Harry yawned loudly and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Yep, it’s me, giant doof, time to get up for breakfast.” Lisa spoke the word with a bite of distaste for what she had quickly learned that meant for Harry. Her parents could be mean sometimes, but Harry’s aunt and uncle were just plain evil.

“Thanks, Lisa, you’re the best.” Harry smiled and kissed her face. She frowned at the now all too familiar sensation of having her face covered in saliva, but gave no protest, she had grown to sort of enjoy Harry’s kisses, probably more for what they represented, than anything else.

Harry yawned again and placed Lisa on a shelf which served as a sort of vanity room for her, with stacks of clothes and personal care products Harry had shrunken for her with his powers. She dressed in a simple smock and jeans then began to brush her hair while Harry dressed for his day as well. It saddened Lisa greatly that she could have basically anything she wanted, courtesy of Harry shrinking and stealing it for her, but he was not allowed to wear anything but oversized cast-off rags.

“You ready, Lisa?” Harry asked, once he had finished. She nodded her head making her ringlets bounce. Harry scooped her up once more and carefully deposited her in one of his pockets before exiting his cupboard to begin work on the Dursleys’ breakfast.

That day began mostly as usual, though there was more excitement among the Dursleys on account of it being Dudley’s eleventh birthday. When the ungrateful lump had the nerve to complain about having only twenty-five presents, including a new play station and mountain bike, Lisa was astonished and angry. She had known Dudley as long as Harry and found the boy repulsive, but had never guessed just how depraved, selfish, and spoiled he was. Even she would not have predicted such a ridiculous tantrum, or that the Dursley’s would immediately agree to purchase two more gifts for him.

Harry, as always, fed Lisa little bits of everything from his plate for breakfast, and though his portion was meager, he still was able to feed her quite well without decreasing his own meal by a noticeable fraction.

Harry and Lisa were excited. Because this year, Dudley and his friend were going to the zoo for his birthday, which meant Harry and Lisa went to Miss Figg’s. Though the old cat lady was rather dull, she also had bad eyesight and never seemed to notice anything strange about Harry’s tendency to talk to his doll when he played with her, so Harry and Lisa were mostly free to play as they wished there. Even when Miss Figg’s cats decided they wanted to play, they seemed oddly intelligent and gentle with Lisa, though it didn’t stop the girl from being nervous.

As breakfast finished and Harry began clearing the table, The phone began ringing and Vernon answered gruffly.

“Yes, what is it? No, you can’t be serious!?” Vernon shouted, suddenly angry. “What could possibly be so important, you… We had plans today! Well, thank you for nothing, goodbye!” Vernon hung up the phone, still grumbling under his breath. “Lousy, no good spinster… honestly who just breaks their hip like that? Serves her right for keeping all those mangy animals… no respect for others' plans, none at all, that woman…”

“I suppose the boy will have to come with us then,” Petunia sighed. Dudley immediately began throwing a tantrum, but ultimately failed to get his own way for once in his life. Harry was cautiously optimistic that the trip to the zoo might be an enjoyable one. Even Vernon's threats that Harry engage in “no funny business at all” didn't dampen his spirits much. After a car ride in Harry's pocket, squished between his and Dudley's bum, Lisa was considerably less enthused.

The zoo was an exciting place filled with all kinds of animals large, small, and everywhere in between. Lisa enjoyed the experience as well, feeling almost like she was at the zoo as a normal kid again and not just Harry's doll. Her view, peeking out of Harry's pocket, was a whole new perspective on the familiar setting, however.

Harry managed to wander away from the Dursleys and found himself at the reptile house. Inside, he found all manner of lizards and snakes. He was fascinated by watching one get fed.

“Better be careful, Lisa,” Harry joked jovially, drawing her attention to the struggling mouse being swallowed whole. “That mouse is just about your size.”

Lisa chuckled nervously, not really seeing the humor in the idea of being eaten alive or being as small as a mouse. Even if she had become comfortable at her new size, she still wished Harry could figure out how to turn her back. She had mostly given up on that though, as Harry's magic seemed rather random and unpredictable at times, the only thing he seemed able to do on cue was shrink things. Plus, she knew Harry needed to really wish for something to make his magic work, and Lisa held no illusions Harry would ever truly wish to make her big again. From his perspective she wasn't really a person, just a toy or pet at best.

Lisa was wrenched out of her thoughts by whiplash as without warning, Harry suddenly ran over to the largest tank in the exhibit. It held a huge Boa constrictor that was currently relaxing in a torporous state that Lisa envied.

Lisa was about to tell Harry off for not warning her, but she saw Dudley and his friend, Piers Polkiss enter the building and dropped down into Harry's pocket to hide from view. Her heart nearly stopped as Harry was shoved to the ground by a snickering Dudley, avoided squashing Lisa flat by sheer luck. He frantically reached into his pocket, sighing in relief when he felt Lisa was still whole and squirming with life.

“Come on,” Dudley shouted, banging on the glass of the constrictor's enclosure. “Move!” Harry merely rolled his eyes, waved goodbye to the snake and left the reptile house. He snuck his way to a secluded corner of the zoo and looked around cursorily before sighing, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a spluttering and disoriented Lisa by the leg. He had to stifle giggles at how silly she loooked dangling from his fingers before he set her down gently in his palm. She took a second to unruffle her clothes and hair and regain enough composure to glare at Harry.

“What?” Harry asked, still attempting to stifle his giggles. Lisa fumed in frustration, stamping her foot ineffectually. Ultimately saying nothing she just sat with her back to harry and pouted. He sighed and shrugged and was reaching to replace Lisa in his pocket when he turned to see a woman. She was staring directly at him with wide eyes. She was in her late teens or early twenties with hair died blue and had shaved the sides of her head. She also had a ring through her lip.

“Oh my god!” She suddenly said, her eyes becoming big and round. “This is amazing, you have a real-life tiny person! I just can't—” She cut herself off and took a steadying breath. “I'm sorry, I'm just… I need to know where you found it. Is it a him or a her? I have so many questions.”

At first the woman's demeanor and her style of dress was tremendously intimidating, but the more she gushed, the more harry thought she was just like him, enthusiastic about the idea of a living person turned into a doll. Harry decided to take the shrunken girl back out of his pocket. The woman stopped talking crouching over Harry's open palm in awe.

“Her name's Lisa. I accidentally shrunk her with these weird magic powers I have,” Harry stated, blushing at how ridiculous it sounded. Lisa waved nervously at the giant female.

“This is unreal...” the woman said, eyes wide and intent on Lisa who fidgeted under the intense gaze. “Do you think I could hold her?” Lisa was about to shout no, when she felt Harry tip his had, spilling her in the surprisingly soft hands of the older girl. She shook like a leaf as the woman plucked grabbed her around the waste with thumb and forefinger, lifting Lisa up to her face to examine even more closely.

Lisa squealed and kicked her feet ineffectually when the woman began poking, prodding and tugging at her. She bit her lip as Lisa hung in various positions until there was no part of the girl's tiny form that had gone unexamined.

“That's so kick-ass,” The woman said returning the traumatized little girl to Harry, who promptly smiled and dropped her into the pocket of his pants. The woman paused for a long moment, thinking something over before she began again. “If, say, there was someone who wanted to be a doll like Lisa… I mean you said you did this to her with some kind of mystical power… Could you, would you consider, maybe… Could you shrink her for me?” The woman blushed as she finished, her boot playing with some piece of rock or dirt.

Lisa was trying to tell Harry not to listen to this weirdo. She had violated Lisa, without Harry there, who knew what the woman would do to whatever unfortunate person, she wanted shrunk and in her possession. Harry either didn't hear her or didn't understand what she was saying, though.

“Sure,” Harry replied brightly. “So long as they're okay with it, I don't see why not.” Harry smiled at the woman who breathed a sigh of relief.

“I'm Vicky,” the woman replied, much more calm and sure of herself. She pulled a pen and notepad from her bag and turned back to Harry expectantly. “Give me your phone number and I'll give you a ring, once I've convinced her this craziness is for real.”

“I don't really know our phone number,” Harry replied awkwardly. “And Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn't like it if someone was asking for me on the phone...”

“Hmm… Yeah, I am a bit old for you,” Vicky stated with a smug look and an odd waggle to her eyebrows. Harry rolled his eyes and thought for a moment.

“What if we just arrange to meet somewhere before summer hols end?” Harry suggested.

“Hmm, that could work. Do you think you could get back here?” Vicky asked, tapping her chin. “Say… the first Friday in August?”

Harry nodded jubilantly, before shaking Vicky’s hand and bouncing off, happy to have made a friend. Vicky watched as the magical little boy skipped off, She couldn’t wait to tell her girlfriend that their fantasies could be made real. It would take some serious work to convince her, that this was for real and not just some bullshit, but she knew Helen would eventually be too tempted to ignore even the slimmest chance that shrinking could actually be real. Vicky was itching with anticipation that so many of the games they had played over the years could become their real life, it was beyond belief.

Harry barely noticed Dudley and Piers attempting to bully him on the ride back home, he was too happy about making a real person-sized friend. Rachel wanted to tell Harry off for promising to shrink some unsuspecting person. There was something she didn’t trust about Vicky. But even once they were alone in his cupboard, she didn’t have the heart to say anything, Harry was just so happy to have made another friend.