Authors note. Well I got bored enough to try and write my other recent story, but couldn't get it right. When first watching Nanoha years back I got bored and stopped, but a crossover with it by an author who wrote some stories I like inspired me to watch it again. It was decent enough but my annoying personality which is easily influenced forced me to write something like this. I considered several approaches, settling on this.

...Also I apologise about a mental image you may recieve reading this. It wrote itself in and I couldn't find it in me to remove it. I'm going to go into a corner and cry until I repress it.

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He wakes up suddenly, instantly becoming aware of his surroundings. Emerald eyes dart around the room he's in, recognising an interrogation room. His brow furrows in thought, 'shit, what did I do last night?' He closes his eyes and tries to remember. He went to a bar, picking up that blonde woman on the way. 'That's right, I picked up Fleur last night' he grins 'awesome'. He then remembers going back to his hotel to take a shower, and then, as he was getting out, 'that's right I was attacked by aurors while getting out the shower'. He closes his eyes again and focuses on his core, immediately noticing the magic locking its output, as well as a couple of other spells attached to him. He open his eyes and looks at his body.

"Huh." Is all he allows himself to say, guessing he's being observed. 'Didn't expect them to lock me in a child's body. Someone is paying for this.'

He looks up at the sound of the door opening, revealing a tall ginger man, appearing in his early twenties. The now-appearing child greets him familiarly "Sup Ronald"

The man sighs "Locked in a strange room, no magic and in the body of a child, that's all you have to say? Somehow I didn't expect you to be even slightly fazed, Potter."

The child smirks "Of course not. By the way, do I sense hostility in your tone, Ronald?"

Ron visibly restrained himself and forced himself to calm down. "Do you know, I'm the minister for magic now, Potter?" he asked.

"Holy crap!" Harry exclaimed, "I didn't know they were that desperate."

Ron forced himself to remain calm. Harry was pretty proud, probably having been the major drive for Ron learning that skill.

"Anyway" Harry said flippantly, "What can this humble mage do for you, minister?"

Ron smirked, before replying "Why don't you tell me, after all you've been a naughty child, haven't you Potter?"

Harry's eyes widened 'shit! Avoidance time' "Don't tell me this is about me doing your date to the ball in fourth year! I mean it was Twins!"

His smirk disappeared and his eyebrow twitched. "No."

"Then ditching you during that prank on Snape where you got a months detention? Cause I totally got in on with Daphne."

He took a breath to calm himself. "No."

"Then was it doing your sister in fifth year?"

His eyebrow twitched again. "No".

"Then Lavender in sixth year?"

Another twitch. "No".

"Hermione during the you-know-what hunt? Your engagement party?"

Yet more twitches.

"Your sister in-laws? Angelina? Penny? Fleur?" He should get that twitch looked at.

"Not them. Something you did that you really shouldn't have."

Harry makes a show of thinking for a moment "You really can't be holding a grudge about that rumour of you getting buggered by centaurs in fifth year?"

Ron's eyes shot open, face going a purple he hadn't seen since Vernon "THAT WAS YOU?"

Harry rubs his head sheepishly, smiling.

Somehow Ron calms himself down. "No." He pauses. "Do you know, how hard it was, being the best friend of the boy-who-lived? Constantly being overshadowed by you, outperformed by you, with no real popularity in spite of the association?"

Harry looked him straight in the eyes. "No. I don't. Even if I wasn't the boy-who-lived, I would have still clawed my way to the top. Nothing would have stopped me."

Ron nodded. "I knew you'd say that. You really are as arrogant as Snape said, as much as it pains me to agree with him."

Harry smirked this time. "I'm not arrogant. I fulfilled every boast I made, I know exactly how good I am."

Ron conceded the point with a nod. "Of course, but even so, even as minister I'm nothing more than your sidekick to the public. That's why you're here, to prove once and for all, that I surpassed you, that I am better than you."

Harry quirked an eyebrow "How so?"

Ron smiled, looking in Harry's eyes and said one word. "Roanapur."

Harry masterfully kept the wince from showing, using a life of bullshitting.

Ron continued while pacing, "An entire city, with all life gone in an instant. The muggles called it a biological attack. Of course after the panic no one really cared, the city was a shithole full of worthless shit, but the wizards who went there could tell it was more than that. All the magic, the life was gone. Dead. And you're the master of death. The perfect scapegoat for it, although I personally think you did it."

Ron stopped moving and looked at Harry "You will be the terrorist he killed an entire city, and I will be the one who caught you, I will finally be free from your Shadow, free from your humor" he sneered

'Ouch' Harry thought.

Ron walked over to him and continued speaking. "Now, I will be lenient. Spend some time in Azkaban, hand over the Hallows and you will live. I'll even have the spells on you removed" gesturing to his body. "Refuse, and you'll go through the veil, just like Sirius."

'Low blow' Harry thought. Ron turned and walked off "Have some time to consider it" He said, waving over his shoulders.

"I don't need to." Harry said. Ron turned and looked at him. "You forgot two very important things when you made this plan."

"Oh really. What can you possibly do Potter?" He sneered. A sneer worthy of a Malfoy Harry thought.

Harry tilted his head and smiled innocently. "You haven't seen the prophet this morning have you?" Harry asked.

Ron replied cautiously "No. Why?"

Harry's smile turned devilish "That centaur rumour? I had pictures."

Rons Eyes widened and he charged at Harry screaming.

"and the second thing" Harry's leg shot up, smashing him in the crotch, before his knee met Ron's face "I'm Harry Potter, Bitch."

A quick search of the body on the floor revealed no wand. Cursing Harry walked out the door Ron left open. He felt bad about charming Ron into the Centaur mess, but felt vindicated about it being a good idea now. He of course didn't feel bad about the women, It wasn't his fault he was cursed with too much awesome. 'anyway, I should probably get out of here.' He ducked into an alcove as a pair of aurors ran past. 'the response too a prisoner leaving the cell is as slow as always.' He peered out. Leaving through the front was a bust.

'Master, I am sensing a dimensional gate in the levels below us. Even without your magical power I can use it to vacate this location.' A voice in his head remarked.

'Alright, then into the rabbit hole we go, you shitty book.' He had been surprised when, shortly after uniting the Hallows, they had merged into the form of a book that was capable of speaking to him. Of course after the diary in second year he had tossed it in a vault and gone on his way, but the idiots trying to get the Hallows eventually forced him to retrieve it.

'Resulting in what happened at Roanapur' Even if they were pirates and general scum, he still felt bad at accidentally killing them, after all, a lot of them were simply victims of circumstance who couldn't get out of there.

He made his way into the sub levels of the ministry. He couldn't hear the alarms he knew were going off, charmed so only necessary personnel could hear them. Dodging another set of Aurors he peered down the corridor.

'This is the correct path, my master.'

He rolled his eyes 'of course it's in the department of mysteries.' He carefully crept through the door, relieved that so few wizards were here so early. 'especially Ron' he'd always been a late riser after all.

He eventually found himself in the room with the veil. He stood staring at it.

'That is it, my master'

"Huh. Well, do what you have too to get us out of here. Preferably not to the afterlife."

'Of course, my master. Please place your hand on the arch.'

Walking over he placed his hand on the archway, barely blinking as a magic circle was formed from the wispy veil.

He spun around as he heard footsteps approaching, revealing Ron Weasley and several aurors bursting through the door.

"It's over Potter, just give up and come quietly or…" he trailed off, warily staring at the magic circle that was starting to glow brighter. "What did you do?" he demanded.

Harry smirked, throwing his arms out to the side. He felt a bit silly doing this with his reduced stature, but needs must and all. "Gentlemen. And Susan" he acknowledged a familiar pair of breasts… face in the crowd.

"you will always remember this as the day" he took a step back,

"you almost caught" another step,

"Sir Harry James Potter!" he leapt back into the circle, disappearing in a flash as the spells from the flunkies before him almost reached him.

The people stared as the veil returned to it's former appearance. "God damn it, I want him found!" Ron's voice bellowed. The aurors turned and left, intent on locating the child that was Harry Potter.

With a flash of light, Harry appeared in the middle of a park. Looking around he went and fell onto a nearby bench. Making sure no one was around, he spoke to the voice in his head. "Alright then book, what's the damage?"

'Analyzing… Master. I have detected three separate spells that are currently in effect upon your body. The first is the one that is keeping you in that child's body. So long as it is in effect you will not show the effect of aging.

"Ouch. Alright, next." He said, quietly, noticing a couple walking toward could hear them just well enough to recognise Japanese, a language he was vaguely familiar with in order to talk better with Su.

'Second is the spell that is preventing access to your linker core. While this spell is active, you will not be able to use your magic to create spells. Using the trace manner in the air is a viable option for limited action.'

"Damn. Using that option I may be able to use a little hypnosis, maybe illusions. Tch, I can work with that for now." He closed his eyes, ignoring the people moving closer. "What's the third?"

'Master, the third spell is of vastly superior craftsmanship. I cannot fully analyse the workings of the spell, however I can ascertain that one symptom of the spell is'

"Hey are you alright young girl?" One of the people approaching said.

Harry's eyes snapped open.

'turning your body into that of a female.'

Eyes wide Harry's hand immediately found it's way into the plain trousers he was wearing, instantly aware of the absence of something important.

Birds flew from the nearby trees at the incredibly shrill screech that followed.

Authors note: I may continue this (possibly) while I'm under it's influence. I have some scenes I want to write, but not sufficient to really write an awesome story. Well, I'll see where it goes. As usual, If anyone get's inspired (which I doubt) then feel free to use anything you wish, though a head's up would be nice. Not really much of the Nanoha-verse in this, but whatever. Harry was de-aged because he needed to fit in with the rest of the cast (in other words pre StrikerS) and turned female, pretty much as a joke, and also for something he can complain about, be mocked about and work towards fixing.