Summary: Severus Snape is now stuck in his eleven year old body thanks to someone. Soon Ginny is following him and he doesn't mind. But how will laptops, anonymous screen names, and a jealous nerd change everything? Especially when Snape has to go back to teaching! SS/GW
Author's Note: This is my first Severus/Ginny story so please be nice in your reviews! Critiques are helpfully and reviews that say you absolutely love my story are even more helpful! Lol…Anyways, onto the story:
(Btw: Pronounce Kale as: K ail like in pail)
Severus, The Young
Snape sat in the dungeons, rubbing his chin. A book lay in his hands and he seemed to be deeply concentrated. He didn't blink. Slowly, he shut the book and pulled out a few ingredients, setting them next to his cauldron. One by one, he mixed, chopped, pulled apart, and spilled all of the items into the bubbling pot. He stood back and a silvery mist began to cloud the room.
He walked over to the cauldron after the steam had waned and peeked inside.
He smirked. "Perfect."
He put everything away and bottled up the potion, left it on a shelf, then headed to his dorm to sleep. A bearded man walked in after Snape had left and grabbed the bottle on the shelf then fled to a dorm.
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Snape woke up the next morning, stretched then went to wash. Today was the first day of school and soon students would be piling into the Great Hall.
-Maybe this year Potter won't make it!- He thought happily. -Maybe the Dursleys will be smart enough to make good use of him and turn him into a slave…or perhaps that little round boy has beaten him up already! Yes, Albus was right, optimistic thoughts are so much better than pessimistic ones!-
He took a shower, brushed his teeth, "fixed" his hair, put on his clothes, and got ready to head down. He walked up to the mirror and looked himself over.
His jaw dropped and he began to prod himself, making sure it was him standing in front of the mirror. He pinched his arm and, to much of his disbelief, he wasn't dreaming.
"POTTER! It had had to be him! Who else would be in their right mind to do this?! But…Potter isn't at the school yet. Or…is he? No, Potter wouldn't have been allowed on school grounds at the moment. Then, who did this?" He thought aloud. "Ugh, look at me! I look…I look...treacherous! I'm a midget! I'm a…ch-ch-ch-child!"
He then paused, and thought about what he just said. "I'm a...child. A little, annoying, bratty, obnoxious, CHILD! God help me! I must go see Albus!"
"You rang?" came Dumbledore's fairly young voice from the doorway.
"Albus, I cannot teach in this state!" squeaked Snape. "My voice! What has happened to my voice?!"
"I believe you're un-maturing, Severus," Dumbledore pointed out.
Snape began to panic. "I'm a little kidagain, Albus! A kid! I refuse to enter the presence of any staff member in this form!"
"Calm down, Severus. No need to get angered. I will find a replacement until you find out what is the matter. But for now I suggest you join the first years since I'm guessing your age to be around an eleven year old," Dumbledore suggested.
"You suggest that I attend class with a bunch of kids?" Snape explained.
"Well, you are a kid now, too! We can just say that a potion went awry and you ended up in this state. Or we can change your name. It's your choice," Dumbledore said.
"I prefer to change my name."
"To?"
"Hmm…Kale? Kale Kingsway?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Perfect. We'll you on the list with the rest of the first years to be sorted."
"But…but what if I'm sorted into," he paused and shuddered, "Gryffindor?"
Dumbledore shrugged. "Then you're sorted into Gryffindor."
"I WILL NOT ALLOW MY PRECIOUS SELF TO BE SORTED INTO THAT…THAT…HOUSE!" Snape roared.
"We must stay come, Kale, and go with what comes," Dumbledore said. "I will be leaving now and I'll send some house-elves with school robes and necessities for you. Good day." Dumbledore quickly got out before Snape could complain some more.
Snape walked over to the mirror and looked himself over again. His long black hair was still long but it wasn't as oily and messy as it had been when he was a professor. His black eyes seemed more entrancing and he was quite tall.
-Maybe being a kid won't be so bad after all. Oh my god, I'm talking like a little kid!- He gasped. -What if I become as stupid as one, too?! My lord, I've got to fix this up and fast!-
Soon five house-elves entered the room with Snape's items, placed them on the bed, and then scurried out. Snape quickly changed into his school robes as the students would be arriving any minute, grabbed the rest of his things, and headed quickly to the Slytherin dorm. He placed everything on a bed, and then dashed through the hallways heading to the Great Hall.
-I can't believe I'm going through this! I mean, I'm going to have to spend a year being a child again! And some other guy gets my job! I hate this!-
Snape gasped and his hand flew to his mouth. -I said guy! I'm turning into a kid!- He sighed, frowning, then ran out of the doors to where the rest of the students were lining up and stood with them.
Snape dazed out as Prof. McGonagall spoke to the students about what was going to happen once they got inside. He looked around, observing the kids.
Two looked familiar. There was a blond haired girl that looked like the daughter of some staff member on the Quibbler. And the other was a red-headed girl.
-Must be a Weasley. We don't have many other red-heads in the school. What was the girl's name? Gem? Jewel? Ginger? Ginny? Oh, yes, Ginny! Short for some state in the U.S. or something. I said something! My vocabulary is decreasing! The humiliation!-
The Great Hall doors opened and the students filed in, queuing up in front of the Professor's Table where Snape would've been seated. He looked around and quickly but couldn't find Ron or Harry anywhere. Hermione was there, but the boys weren't!
-Maybe the Dursleys did decide to use him as a slave! This is so cool! Cool, I used the word cool! Somebody help!- Snape thought silently. He looked up and saw Dumbledore looking at him, the twinkle in his eyes.
-Hey, what if Albus had something to do with it? Would he really do this?- He thought for a while, and then the answer finally came. Yes, he would.
"Hurry up please," Prof. McGonagall said as she pushed Snape forward.
"Hey, watch it Minerva!" Snape growled, and then quickly clamped his mouth shut. She didn't know what had happened. Uh-oh, he was in for it.
She bent over and whispered into his ear. "I suggest you watch yourself, Severus. You gave the students quite a startle there! They don't know what happened, remember?"
Snape sighed out of relief and nodded. So Dumbledore had told the professors. That was a good idea. It got him out of trouble, didn't it?
Soon the sorting began.
"COLIN CREEVEY!"
A blond little boy with a camera around his neck walked up to the hat and quickly got placed into Gryffindor. As soon as he sat down Snape watched as he snapped pictures of everything around him.
"LUNA LOVEGOOD!"
The blond girl he had been observing earlier walked up and got placed into Ravenclaw. He had been right; she was related to someone on the Quibbler's staff. The last name reminded him of someone; he just couldn't quite put his nose on it.
"GINEVRA WEASLEY!"
The red-headed girl walked up and, as most already guessed, got sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of her family. Again, Snape had been right, she was a Weasley. But her name wasn't short for some state in the U.S.
Soon came Snape's turn.
"KALE KINGSWAY!"
Snape first stood there, observing the Great Hall. Then Prof. McGonagall announced the name again and he quickly scrambled to the front.
-Getting used to my new name is going to be hard.- Snape thought. -I hope its Slytherin or I'm going to have to murder someone…most likely Potter.-
"SLYTHERIN!"
-Yes! Slytherin! I won't have to kill anyone! But then again, killing Potter wouldn't have been that horrid after all…-
Snape walked up to the Slytherin table waiting for the sorting to finish. He noticed Harry and Ron still hadn't arrived. What had happened to them?
His thoughts had been interrupted as he sensed someone was watching him. He turned around and found a pair of caramel eyes fixed on him: Ginny Weasley's eyes. When he looked over at her, she quickly turned around.
-What's the matter with her?- Snape thought. But soon that thought had been cut off as Harry and Ron joined the Gryffindor table. He tried to overhear their conversation to find out what had happened.
"Where have you two been? I've been worried sick!" Hermione began. "I mean, god knows what might have happened to you two! Especially you, Harry! With you-know-who after you and all! Thank god you two are alright! You missed the sorting! Ginny got sorted into Gryffindor, aren't you proud? And-"
"Hermione, don't you want to know what happened?" Ron cut her off.
Hermione's eyes brightened. "Oh yes! What did happen?"
"Well, this house-elf met up with me at the Dursleys and…"
Snape tried to listen further but soon the oohs and ahhs flooded the room as the food appeared. -Now how will I figure out what happened? I will have to ask Albus.-
Snape quickly ate silently then everyone walked up to their dorms, quickly changed into his pajamas, and dropped onto his bed.
"So, you're new here?" came a very familiar voice.
"You could say," Snape replied,
"What's your name?" Draco asked.
"Sev-Kale Kingsway. And I believe you're Draco Malfoy?" Snape said. I have to watch myself. I almost slipped there.
"Yes, I am. Your father a Death Eater?" Draco asked.
Snape thought for a moment. Should he say yes or no? If he said yes then Draco would tell Lucius and Lucius would try to look for some Death Eater with the name Kingsway and would find none. But if he said no, would Draco tell his father nonetheless? He decided to play around.
"Why are you interested?" Snape asked.
"Just because I am."
"I feel that's personal. Good Night," and Snape closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.
"Humph, how hostile," Draco commented as he walked over this bed and fell asleep.
Snape groaned as he remembered something. Class starts tomorrow. Then his mind wandered to earlier that day at the Great Hall. -Why had she been looking at me? Am I making too much out of this? Maybe she was just looking around like I was. But…maybe she wasn't…-
He shrugged off the thought and was about to fall asleep when someone fell on top of him startling him into a sitting position.
"Get off of me!" Snape growled in a low whisper to accommodate those who were sleeping.
"Aww, you're so cute!" giggled the girl. He knew her: Pansy Parkinson, Draco's "girlfriend".
"Get off I said!" Snape repeated. He was in no mood to be told he was cute.
Pansy pinched his cheeks. "But you're so adorable! Don't you want to have some fun?"
"I SAID NO!" He yelled, losing his patience. -How disgusting! Doesn't she know who I am? Oh well, then again, she doesn't. But still! The nerve!-
Pansy quickly got off and walked away.
"Cranky," she said, "but so cute! We'll try again tomorrow, okay honeybunches?" she cooed.
Snape rolled his eyes as he snuggled back into bed and tried not to puke. -If she does this again and I loose my temper Potter might never see day two of Hogwarts Snape thought. You know, plotting murder is much more fun than I thought!-
With the "pleasant" thought of Harry Potter being killed by him, Snape fell asleep.
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A/N- So, did you like it? Please review to know if I should update! Do you like the "comedy"? Please review!!! And please be nice, this is my first SS/GW!
