Chapter 4: The Infantiliamus Spell

"Was that a Death Eater?  Is Voldemort here?" asked Harry.  The flash of light had blinded him .  He hadn't seen Ron.  He fumbled for his wand which was in his jeans' pocket.  They were crumpled up around his ankles.  What had happened to his genitals hadn't really sunk in yet.  He was more concerned about Ginny.  He had to protect her.

"It wasn't a Death Eater.  It was my idiot brother, Ron."  She had seen him turn and leave the room.  Then, staring at Harry, her mouth dropped, hanging open for a moment.  "Harry!" she said, "Your -- your penis.  What's happened to your penis?"

Reaching down, Harry grasped his penis with his hand.  Two fingers and his thumb completely covered it.  Putting it all together -- Ron and the spell in Snape's book -- he said, "The Infantiliamus spell.  He used Snape's Infantiliamus spell on me."

"You can counter it, can't you?" asked Ginny, concern evident in her voice.

"I -- I don't know.  I never found a counter spell for it.  That's why we never tried it on anyone.  We didn't know how to counter it."

"Maybe it'll grow back," said Ginny.

"Yeah," said Harry, becoming quite agitated, "in fourteen or fifteen years."  He stroked his tiny penis.  It wouldn't even become hard.  Feeling his bollockbag, he thought he felt something -- two small round balls, no larger than two peas.  Even the hair on his crotch had disappeared.  He was as smooth as he had been when he'd first come to Hogwarts -- before puberty.

"Let's go see Madam Pomfrey," said Ginny.  "Maybe she can do something."

"I don't know," said Harry.  "I haven't been injured.  It's a spell that's done this to me.  I don't think it's something she can do anything about."

"It can't hurt, Harry.  Unless you have something else in mind?"  Ginny stared at Harry's crotch.  Following her eyes, Harry looked down.  It was an incongruous sight, the genitals of an infant hanging from the crotch of a sixteen year-old.  He'd be seventeen, an adult, at the end of the summer, and he had the pecker and balls of an infant.

Unless he could find a counter spell, or unless Madam Pomfrey could help, he wouldn't be able to make love to Ginny -- at least not for another fourteen years.  It'd taken him that long the last time to hit puberty.

It had been embarrassing: to be behind most of the boys.  Ron, entering puberty at twelve, had hair around his dobber two years before Harry.  Harry had been especially proud that his pecker -- once it had grown -- had been longer than Ron's.  Now, he had to search for it, lost as it was, in the expanse of his groin.

A few minutes before, Ginny had put his pecker in her mouth for the first time.  He had been about to get his first blow job.  He didn't want to have to wait fourteen years for another opportunity.

As hot as he'd been, Ron's attack had driven any thought of sex out of his mind, just as it had shrunk his ability to perform.  He pulled up his pants, noticing, as he did, the absence of his genitals.  His balls no longer rubbed against his inner thighs.  There was no need to rearrange his pecker.  He couldn't even feel the genitals he had left.  They made no bulge in his pants.

Ginny had pulled on her shirt and was tucking it in as Harry picked his t-shirt up off the floor.  "Are we going to see Madam Pomfrey?" she asked.

"Let's go back to the dorm first," said Harry.  I want to take another look at Snape's book.  Maybe I missed something.  Maybe there is a counter spell in it."  He didn't really believe it.  He'd searched the book for for a counter spell before, but he wasn't yet ready to go to Madam Pomfrey.  It was bad enough that Ginny had seen what had happened to his genitals.  If he went to Madam Pomfrey, she would tell Professor McGonagall.  Pretty soon, everyone would know he had a baby's dobber.

"Good," said Ginny, pulling out her wand.  "I have some business with Ron.  What was that spell he used on you?"

"No, Ginny.  You can't.  It's against Ministry law to use a irreversible spell on another wizard, and we don't know whether this one can be reversed or not."

"Then Ron's in trouble with the Ministry for this?"

"If word of it gets out.  That's why I want to look at Snape's book before going to see Madam Pomfrey.  If I go to her, she'll have to report it to the Ministry."  As angry as Harry was at Ron for what he'd done, he didn't want to bring the Ministry of Magic down on him.  They had -- until that morning -- been best friends.

"Then I'll give him such a rash down there that he'll have to walk bowlegged for a month."

But Ron wasn't in Griffindor Tower; and Harry could find no counter spell in the book.  In desperation, Ginny woke up Hermione.  They hoped that -- as well read as she was -- she'd come across something that would help.

Hermione walked down the stairs from the girls' dorm into the common room where Harry was sitting on a couch.  She was yawning and rubbing her eyes.  "What happened?" she asked.  "What did you say Ron did?"

Too embarrassed to say, Harry, looking down, stared at his crotch, so Ginny said, "Ron used a spell from Snape's book on Harry."

"Didn't I tell you to get rid of that book, Harry?" said Hermione.  "What spell did he use?"

Under his breath, Harry said, "The Infantiliamus spell."

"What's that?  What does it do?"

"Show her, Harry," said Ginny.

"I don't want to show her.  You tell her."  He didn't want to tell her either.  It would be embarrassing enough to sit there while Ginny did.

"It'd be better for you to show her.  She might gleam some information from seeing it that she wouldn't from hearing about it.  Besides, it wouldn't be like you were showing her the real thing.  I'm sure she's seen what you have now before.  She told me she used to baby sit.  She's changed a little boy's diaper before."

"What are you lot talking about?" asked Hermione.

"Ron caught us having sex and used the Infantiliamus spell on Harry," said Ginny.  "It changed his dobber and his bollocks.  They're now the size of a baby's."

"As small as a baby's?  said Hermione.  "You mean he can't..."

"No," said Ginny.  "It's only this big."  She held her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart.  "Show her, Harry."

Harry still didn't want to show Hermione, but she said, "I do know of a penis enlargement spell," and  it couldn't be much worse than sitting there and have Ginny tell her about it.  Besides, she might be able to help.  Standing up, he dropped his pants.

"Blimey, Harry." said Hermione.  "It is the size of a baby's -- a very small baby."

"All right -- all right," said Harry pulling up his pants.  Can you do anything about it?  Do you know of any spell that would make it big again?

"I read about some penis enlargement spells that will increase the size of a penis, but I think they only work on someone who's been through puberty.  You don't..."  Hermione hesitated for a moment, then continued, "have much to work with.  You don't even have any hair around it.  It doesn't look like you've been through puberty."

"Try it, anyway," said Ginny, desperation evident in her voice.

"You'll have to drop you pants again, Harry," said Hermione, pulling out her wand.  When he had, she pointed her wand at his tiny penis and said, "Enhancementerius."

Harry's penis grew.  When the glow of the spell had dissipated, it was an inch and a half long instead of an inch.  His testicles hadn't changed.  Apparently, the spell didn't affect them.

"Try it again,"  said Harry, encouraged by the improvement, as small as it had been.

"Sorry, Harry," said Hermione.  "The spell only works once.  It won't do any good to try it again."

"Do it anyway," said Ginny. 

Hermione tried the spell again, but this time instead of the "crack" of a successful spell, there was  only a "pop" and a "fizzle."  Nothing happened to Harry's pecker.  It remained only an inch and a half long.

"Crap," said Ginny.  "I thought we had something for a minute.  Do you know any other spells, Hermione?"

"I know one," she said.  "It does something to the penis, but I'm not sure what.  It's popular with older wizards."

"Try it," said Harry and Ginny in unison.

Hermione, pointing her wand at Harry's pecker, said, "Viagramus."

Harry's penis grew once again, but only because it had become hard, sticking straight out from his groin. Erect, it was almost two inches long, four inches short of the six it had once been.

We'd better go see Madam Pomfrey, Harry," said Ginny.

"It'll get Ron in trouble, said Harry.

"Well, he asked for it, didn't he?" said Ginny.

"Yeah, but I guess we provoked him."

"Provoked him?  He has no right to say who I can boff and who I can't.  It's my body, not his."

"But, he is your brother," said Harry.

"That still doesn't give him the right.  Even my parents don't have that right.  I know he's weird about things like this.  Since I'm the only girl in the family, he's always felt he had to protect me, but he's crossed the line.  He made his bed.  If this gets him in trouble with the Ministry, he'll have to deal with it.  We have to get you fixed up.  That's what's important."

Harry pulled up his pants.  Since his pecker stood straight out, he could feel it poke against his underwear.  The three of them walked off to the hospital wing.  It was after midnight and Ron still hadn't appeared.

Harry was standing in Madam Pomfrey's office, flanked by Ginny and Hermione, with his pants down around his ankles.  His pecker, still hard, stood straight out.  Madam Pomfrey had asked the girls to wait outside, but Ginny had said, "That's all right.  Harry doesn't mind.  We've already seen it."

Harry did mind.  He'd rather not have anyone see his genitals -- not even Ginny -- but he said nothing.  When Madam Pomfrey asked him what had happened, he told her about the spell in Snape's book and how Ron had used it on him.  He didn't add that he'd been having sex with Ron's sister at the time.  "That's an unauthorized spell," said Madam Pomfrey,  "I'll have to notify the Ministry of Magic."

"Well, Mr. Potter," she said, after examining him, "I see you've used the Enhancementarius and Viagramus spells on your penis --" still sticking straight out, it was erect -- "I can reverse them, but the other I can't do anything about.  Technically, there's nothing wrong with your genitals."

"What do you mean, nothing's wrong with them?" said Harry.  "Look at them!"

"Actually," she continued, "physically there's nothing wrong with them.  They're your genitals -- attached to your groin.  They've just regressed in age by about sixteen years.  They'll grow normally.  You should reach puberty again in thirteen or fourteen years.  I would go easy on the enhancementarius and Viagramus spells though.  You don't want to interfere with the natural growth process."

"You can't do anything?" said Ginny.

"No, as I said, technically, there's nothing wrong with Mr. Potter's genitals, and I know of no way to age them.  It's never wise to interfere with the natural growth process."

Back in the boy's dorm, Ginny crawled into bed with Harry.  Ron wasn't in his.  Harry said, "What about Ron?"

"To hell with Ron." said Ginny.  "It's past midnight.  He doesn't know the new password.  He won't be able to get in."

The pair lay naked, bodies entwined.  "Let's do it," said Ginny."

"Are you crazy?" said Harry, pulling down the covers, "Look at me."  He hadn't reversed the two spells, so his pecker, still hard, stuck out about two inches.  "You wouldn't even feel it.  It's hardly long enough to enter your vagina."  Although, Harry loved holding Ginny's naked body in his arms, there was none of the usual excitement he felt before having sex with her -- no stirring in his groin, no rapid beating of his heart.

"What can it hurt to try?" said Ginny.  Reaching over with her fingers, she began pumping Harry's dobber, running her tongue into his mouth as she did.  When Harry rolled onto his back, she climbed on top of him.  He felt his penis slide into her vagina.  There was no resistance.  Before, he'd had to take it easy entering her, to keep from hurting her, but now, he couldn't even feel her vagina around his dobber.  He could feel her warmth, but that was all.

Ginny didn't seem to mind.  She began grinding her pelvis against his pubic bone.  He could feel her pubic hair against his bare skin.  Before long, Ginny began moaning.  Harry felt a sense of pride.  Even with a two inch pecker, he'd brought her off -- or she'd done it for her self.  He had done little, other than lie there. 

He hadn't had an orgasm -- not even a twinge in his groin.  Still, it had felt good.  He could still bring Ginny to orgasm.  Although he missed being able to come himself, at least he could satisfy Ginny.  If he could, maybe she would stick by him for the next fourteen years -- until his genitals matured.

Collapsed on top of him, Ginny whispered in his ear.  "See, Harry.  It's still good.  Was it good for you?"

"Yes," Harry lied -- although it wasn't entirely a lie.  It had been good.  That he had been able to please Ginny had been great, even if he hadn't come.

Rolling her over on her back, he kissed her, then worked his way down, first to her breasts, where he paused to kiss both her nipples, then lower, stopping at her navel to run his tongue into it, then to her vagina.  He rubbed his face in her pubic hair, loving the sensation of her curly hair against his lips; then his licked her vagina, taking in her musky scent as he did, tasting her essence.  He loved the taste of her.

First, Harry licked Ginny's vagina from bottom to top, than ran his tongue into it as far as he could.  The clitoris, he remembered.  That's the most sensitive part.  Finding it with his tongue, he licked it in a circular motion.  Ginny moaned and pressed her pelvis to his mouth. Before long, she was in the midst of another orgasm, this one more intense than before.

"Harry," she said afterward,  "you don't need a dobber."