*A/N:
First of all, I do not own Harry Potter. Harry, Ron, etc. are the property
of J.K. Rowling and nobody else.
If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't be writing this story, right?
Second of all, this story is slash, meaning that, in this case, two men are
in love: Harry Potter, and Severus Snape.
Third, everything is welcome. I don't care if you flame me. Just, if you do
flame me, make it fairly polite, ok?
Ok, I think that's everything, now for the story.
~*Chapter 1: The Accident*~
The door opened and Harry Potter emerged from his most boring class, History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been sitting by the staff room fire, when he'd fallen asleep. He had gotten up the next morning to teach, and had left his body behind. The only good thing about History of Magic was the fact that the sixth and seventh years had History of Magic together, meaning Harry's crush, Cho Chang, was in the class with him. Harry had spent the majority of the class looking at her, and daydreaming about how pretty she was. He left the class, thoughts of Cho still lingering in his mind. Harry was in such deep thought that he didn't see where he was going, and bumped into Professor Snape. Snape felt very upset because Harry had knocked the entire lot of potion bottles out onto the ground. One potion had somehow managed to get into Harry's mouth, so Harry had drunk it. The potion tasted horrible, kind of like overcooked cabbage. It was. an Aging Potion, which had the power to make the drinker into a baby. That is exactly what had happened to Harry. He was now no more than a year old. He couldn't talk, walk, or do anything for himself.
Harry reached his tiny arms out to Snape, who was busy trying to pick up all his potion bottles. Snape turned, saw Harry, and just left him there. As Snape was getting ready to leave, Harry opened his mouth and let out such a screech that Snape had to pick him up. He could at least hand Harry over to Ron or Hermione. Harry leaned against Snape's cloak and fell asleep. Snape ignored it and headed off toward Gryffindor Tower. Halfway there, he ran into Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a stack of very heavy books. "Ah. Professor," he snapped, "please take this load of slime off of my hands!" "All right, but don't EVER let me hear you criticize an innocent child AGAIN!" retorted Professor McGonagall. Later on, Professor McGonagall had the time to see exactly who the child was. There was no mistaking that famous scar; it had to be Harry Potter.
~*This is all 4 now. Let me know how you like it, ok? Thank you!*~
~*Chapter 1: The Accident*~
The door opened and Harry Potter emerged from his most boring class, History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been sitting by the staff room fire, when he'd fallen asleep. He had gotten up the next morning to teach, and had left his body behind. The only good thing about History of Magic was the fact that the sixth and seventh years had History of Magic together, meaning Harry's crush, Cho Chang, was in the class with him. Harry had spent the majority of the class looking at her, and daydreaming about how pretty she was. He left the class, thoughts of Cho still lingering in his mind. Harry was in such deep thought that he didn't see where he was going, and bumped into Professor Snape. Snape felt very upset because Harry had knocked the entire lot of potion bottles out onto the ground. One potion had somehow managed to get into Harry's mouth, so Harry had drunk it. The potion tasted horrible, kind of like overcooked cabbage. It was. an Aging Potion, which had the power to make the drinker into a baby. That is exactly what had happened to Harry. He was now no more than a year old. He couldn't talk, walk, or do anything for himself.
Harry reached his tiny arms out to Snape, who was busy trying to pick up all his potion bottles. Snape turned, saw Harry, and just left him there. As Snape was getting ready to leave, Harry opened his mouth and let out such a screech that Snape had to pick him up. He could at least hand Harry over to Ron or Hermione. Harry leaned against Snape's cloak and fell asleep. Snape ignored it and headed off toward Gryffindor Tower. Halfway there, he ran into Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a stack of very heavy books. "Ah. Professor," he snapped, "please take this load of slime off of my hands!" "All right, but don't EVER let me hear you criticize an innocent child AGAIN!" retorted Professor McGonagall. Later on, Professor McGonagall had the time to see exactly who the child was. There was no mistaking that famous scar; it had to be Harry Potter.
~*This is all 4 now. Let me know how you like it, ok? Thank you!*~