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Chapter One: Oops
Harry sighed and shouldered his heavy bag on to his back as he waited impatiently for Ron. "Come on. We're gonna be late for potions if we don't hurry."
No sooner had the words rolled off his lips when a very ruffled Ron appeared from the bathroom. His hair, despite the boys' earlier efforts, was sticking up worse than Harry's (quite a feat) and if you looked closely enough you could see chunks of ginger locks missing.
"Nothing works!" Ron ranted throwing his hands in the air before swiftly grabbing his knapsack. "Bloody Neville and his clumsy feet! My reputation is ruined!"
Harry snorted in amusement as he lead the way to the common room. "What reputation? Look cheer up, I'm sure Hermione will know that counter curse."
His best friend brightened a little. "Yeah she knows everything."
They entered the common room only to see said bushy haired Gryffindor sitting, looking very aggravated by the fire.
"It's about time." She said standing and marching towards the portrait hole. "I was going to leave if you had taken any longer. As it is we'll have to skip breakfast."
Ron groaned. "This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? "
Harry snickered and grabbed Hermione to slow her down in the middle of the hallway. "Do you know the counter charm for Ron's Hair? He's been fussing with it all morning."
Hermione glanced in the direction of Ron before asking "what's wrong with it" and continuing full speed ahead towards the dungeons.
"What's wrong with it? What's wrong with it?" uttered Ron in a deathly whisper. "It's got great bloody chunks of hair missing that's what's wrong with it!"
Hermione stopped her speed walking to turn and get a better look. Immediately she saw what the boys had been talking about and dissolved into a fit of silent giggles before composing herself. "How did that happen?"
"Neville." Said Harry in an almost self-explanatory fashion. "He was walking around the dorm with his wand out and tripped. The rest of us found cover but a stray spell hit Ron right in the head. We've tried everything but can't get it to go back to normal."
Hermione frowned and leaned forward to examine her friend's head more closely. "Yes I think I've read about this in one of my books, but I'll have to look in up in the library at lunch."
"Lunch!" he yelled. "I Can't got to class like this! I look like a complete git!"
"Good." said Hermione "The outside reflects the inner you. Honestly Ron I thought boys didn't care how they looked."
"Whoever told you that never had Neville make them half bald." Ron shot back. "Malfoy will have a field day."
"Fine then." Snapped Hermione. " You go back to the dorm and I'll inform professor Snape that you couldn't come to class because your hair was messed up."
Harry tuned out after that. They were always amusing for a while but then things started to get repetitive.
As the trio descended the stairs to the dungeons they tugged their cloaks closer to their bodies. It was December (most of the student body was busy getting ready for Christmas break just three days away) and the chill was stronger than ever at the bottom of the castle. For once Harry couldn't wait to get his potion started, if only for the small bit of extra heat that the flame would put off.
They arrived in the classroom just in time. Hermione quickly grabbed a seat and Ron took the one next to her. Harry looked around for an empty chair but only spotted one. He checked again before moving reluctantly to the seat after Snape's waiting eyes took and interest. He trudged over and took the chair next to Malfoy, scooting his chair as far away from the blond as possible.
Without a word he pulled out his paper and started taking notes off the board.
Five minutes later the potions master interrupted the silent scrapping of the quills. "The potion you will be attempting to make today is a complex de-aging potion. You were taught a simpler version in your fifth year, however this one has a difficult twist. The following potion contains ingredients to also remove the memory of the person to the age that they changed to, therefore the person is mentally and physically the age that you elected to make them. I spoke to you at the beginning of the year about potions that are potent enough that they can be functionally by a simple touch. This is one of those potions. While not as prolonged effect if not drank, the person administered the potion still gets the desired effect for a period of time. So don't blunder it up! Begin."
There was a rumble of chairs as students stood to go collect ingredients.
Harry set up his cauldron carefully and began to cut his spider legs with practiced symmetry. He had managed so far to get relatively good grades in potions, well good from Snape anyway.
"What's Weasley trying to do, Potter?" said Malfoy to his right. "Perhaps he's now trying to copy your hair style as well as play tag along. I can't see why he'd want to though, it's disgusting."
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry hissed but Professor Snape had heard. "10 points from Gryffindor Potter, I want silence." Snape snapped as he passes by.
The rest of the class went smoothly enough. Harry tried very hard to listen in as Snape helped and corrected any mistakes Malfoy made. The Slytherin's potion was, as usual, one of the best in the classes along with Hermione's.
At the end of the lesson they where to take a sample, bring it to Snape for inspection and clean up the rest of the potion and ingredients at their work table.
Malfoy came back to his desk with a sickening smirk on his face. "Professor Snape said my potion was perfect, I saw your potter. Turquoise? How did you even get in this class?"
Harry's face set. True his potion was far from the desired green but it was far from down right horrible. Seamus Finnigan's was pink!
Harry stepped towards Malfoy to empty the snail shells into the trashcan. "I got in in by hard work and not being given all the answers." He whispered, so Snape could not hear.
It happened in a flash.
Malfoy flicked his wrist and said an innocent "oops" before Harry was drenched head to toe in the green substance. Smoke erupted around him and Snape ran forward.
"Miss. Brown," He shouted to lavender behind the explosion. "Why did you not warn them the cauldron was unstable? 15 points from Gryffindor!"
Before any of the Gryffindor's had a chance to voice their outrage a small voice broke the tense setting. "Where am I?"
As one the class looked down to discover a skinny five-year old boy with a mop of unruly black hair swamped in clothes 10 sizes too big.
"Harry?" aid Hermione, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"How do you know my name? Who are you? Where am I?" the little boy said glancing around at all the people nervously and because of the complete silence they all heard him whisper. "Uncle Vernon will be so mad."
Snape seemed to snap out of his trance. "Granger, Weasley please escort Potter to the headmistress's office. Do not attempt to explain anything until I arrive. Understood?"
Both Ron and Hermione nodded as Snape continued handing out orders.
"Miss. Brown clean up Weasley and Grangers cauldrons…"
Hermione was however for once not listening to her professor. She had knelt down so that she was eye level with her friend and rapped him securely in his cloak because he popped out of his pants when she made to lift him. Ron stood above seeming to have completely lost his voice. Hermione lifted Harry into her arms muttering reassurances because the little boy seemed completely terrified.