A/N Hey! This is my first HP fic, so, take it easy on me. Well, anyway,
this fic is a Snape and Harry thing. NOT SLASH!!! This is partially based
off a fic called "Child of Mine". During a potions lesson, Snape has
ordered them to brew a de-aging potion, but, one potion doesn't turn out
the way it's supposed to...
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own any of the characters at all...so don't going suing me
Chapter 1 Potions and Accidents...
"POTTER!" The seventeen year old Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived looked up from his cauldron as he heard Snape shout his name. Pursing my lips as I saw the familiar sneer upon his greasy-haired professer. I gripped the edge of the desk as I knew what was coming next. Snape smirked at me, as he came gliding down the rows of desks. He came to a dead halt in front of my desk.
"It seems to me, that Potter has volunteered to test his potion." Snape smirked again at the glare I gladly gave him, before continuing, "Let's hope you did it right this time Potter." I gave him one last glare with as much hatred before reaching down and furiously picking up a spoon and dipping it into the concoction. Around me, I could hear several of the Slytherin's sniggering, most of them coming from Draco's direction. Drooping my eyes just a bit, I sighed inwardly, knowing full well that Draco only did that to keep up an act. Draco has lost both of his parents the year before, and Draco, shamed of what his parents did and forced him through, left the side of Voldemort and teamed up with the Order. It was only at the end of last year, that Voldemort met his demise.
"We're all waiting Potter. You wouldn't want to disappoint us all, now would you?" I narrowed my eyes at the sarcasm that was etched in that greasy git's voice. I moaned silently, and brought the greenish-gray potions to my lips. It slid down my throat, leaving a none too good aftertaste. Crinkling my nose, I grimaced as the potion hit my stomach and began to spread throughout the rest of my body. With both hands now clamped to the desk, I waited for the remark Snape would soon pour forth from his "snake-tongued" mouth.
"If Potter did this correctly, which I highly doubt, he should de-age in appearence a few years or so. It will only take a few moment for the potion to take affect. If Potter did this wrong, he will most likely be poisoned." I cast a glance quickly to my right where Ron and Hermione were seated, their eyes watching me worriedly. From the directions, the potion should be taking affect in about ten seconds, but I was praying that I had made it right. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...
The moment the number 1 came across his mind. My insides jerked in protest as I doubled over in pain. A soft moan escaped my lips as my stomach did a flip-flop. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and my breathing increased to panting. The pain went up ten-fold, and I let out a scream, that instantly made my throat hoarse. I dimly heard my friends call out to me in panic, but I paid no heed as I felt my body becoming...smaller. I looked up at Snape in question, and for once in the Potion Master's life, worry was sketched very clearly on his face.
I clamped his eyes shut and fell from my seat, hitting the stone floor, hard. I clutched myself, screaming and twitching in pain. My scar burned, skin tingled and my insides were doing gymnastics. I felt my glasses fell off the bridge of my nose, and again I opened his eyes just a bit, looking up at the blurry figures around. Watching them as my screamed over and over, I barely noticed that my voice was becoming higher pitched. It was then that I lost them in a sea of black...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Snape's POV)
I watched as Potter became...younger by each second that passed. His screams echoed all around the dungeons, as it became more...infant like. His body became small, his hair shortened, teeth disappearing, and clothes becoming loose and far too big for him. I admited that I was horrified, what would happen to him...to me...was unbearable to think about. As the Potter fell from his seat and I lost sight of him in his robes...the screaming stopped abruptly...
I stared at the lump that was covered by the black robes that were the boy's. I held my breath as I watched, hoping that it would move. My hoping was paid off as the lump gave a jerk and began to whimper. I bent down, and scrabbled through the mass of the robe and came across...AN INFANT! There on the floor of the classroom, was a very young, baby Harry Potter. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped him in his robes, and picked him carefully. I swept my eyes across the sea of faces that were gathered around me. I scowled and began to snap at them.
"Get back to your seats! Granger! Bottle up Potter's potion! Weasley! Go to the infirmary and get Madam Pompfrey, NOW! Any who gets out of their seats, or so much as daddle, will lose their house one hundred points each!" I ran out of the classroom, holding the baby that was Potter madly as I made my way to Albus' office. Up the stone steps I went, out into the painting covered halls, where several of the paintings gave me odd looks. I didn't care at the moment, I stop to hex a staircase to keep it from moving, and continued onward. Threes more flights of stairs I had and two hallways before I came to the gargoyle gaurding the entrance to the headmaster's office. I muttered "fizzing whizbees" and the gargoyle came to life and jumped aside, revealing the staircase to Albus' office. I flew up the stairs, grabbed the handle to the and swung it open. Albus looked up in surpise as I ran into the room, still clutching Potter. He didn't get a word out before I poured forth the whole story of what had happened in my seventh year potions class. I took in a sharp gulp of air and slumped into a chair. I watched Albus with a tired eye as he sat at his desk, deep in thought. I tilted my head back into the chair, still gasping, and waiting for Albus' answer. Yet again, he couldn't say a word before Poppy came dashing into the office, her medical bag in her hands and Weasley trailing behind her.
"I heard what happened!" she gasped as she directed a finger towards the red-head, "Mr. Weasley here told me the whole thing. Is Harry all right?" She took a step foward, her eyes upon the boy, who, somehow fell alseep through all this. Glaring at Poppy, I told her to see for herself. Just as she placed down her medical bag, I handed the child over to her.
The moment Potter left my arms, he woke with a start and began to wail at the top of his lungs. I winced at the volume of his scream, wondering how he was pulling it off. Poopy scrunched her face up at sound as well and quickly handed Potter right back to me. I just about to shove him right back to her, when Potter stopped his screaming. I looked down in surprise at the boy who was unsurprisngly looking right back at me. His curious green eyes watched me for several moments, before fluttering closed and once again, Potter was asleep.
"Well, Severus, it seems he becomes attached to you" Said Dumbledore with a small smirk on his face, "Ron, could you please leave us to discuss this matter?" The Weasley nodded his head before quickly leaving the room and down the staircases.
"Now," continued Albus as he rubbed his hands toghether, "it seems we have a bit of a problem" I restrained myself snorting, a "bit" was an understatement. Shifting Potter's weight in my arms, careful not to wake him, lest he start screaming again. I patiently stood there as Poppy began to inspect the boy.
"So, what do we suggest we do Albus?" Said Poppy as she waved wand over Potter's forehead, producing the number 98.2, "He seems to be fine. No fever, rashes, bruises or anything of the sort. All I can tell is that he is just tired..." She looked up me with a small grin on her face. I scowled at her, and she quickly removed it, replacing it with an exasperated look.
"What we can do, Poppy," Abus replied with serious face, "Wait to see if the potion will run its course, or try and find a way to reverse the process. In the meantime, someone will have to take care of him..." Albus sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before continuing, "I believe the one to that would be you Severus." I opened my mouth to coomplain about this but Albus held up a hand. "Severus, you, being the one who was supposed to watch over the students and what they were brewing should be held responsible for this, the latter being that Harry has grown...fond of you. Now, I suggest you take him you, for now, I'll send the needed supplies that will required for taking care of him this evening. Good day Severus." Albus casually waved his hand and sat back down.
Pursing my lips tightly, I looked down at the sleeping boy, who had to be no more than eight to nine months. I cursed at my own luck and started to walk out, Poppy, following behind me. Before I left, I could have sworn that Albus had a rather large smile on his face.
This is like one of the longest chapters I've written, but hey, it was worth it. Now, please click the purple button below and leave a review.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own any of the characters at all...so don't going suing me
Chapter 1 Potions and Accidents...
"POTTER!" The seventeen year old Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived looked up from his cauldron as he heard Snape shout his name. Pursing my lips as I saw the familiar sneer upon his greasy-haired professer. I gripped the edge of the desk as I knew what was coming next. Snape smirked at me, as he came gliding down the rows of desks. He came to a dead halt in front of my desk.
"It seems to me, that Potter has volunteered to test his potion." Snape smirked again at the glare I gladly gave him, before continuing, "Let's hope you did it right this time Potter." I gave him one last glare with as much hatred before reaching down and furiously picking up a spoon and dipping it into the concoction. Around me, I could hear several of the Slytherin's sniggering, most of them coming from Draco's direction. Drooping my eyes just a bit, I sighed inwardly, knowing full well that Draco only did that to keep up an act. Draco has lost both of his parents the year before, and Draco, shamed of what his parents did and forced him through, left the side of Voldemort and teamed up with the Order. It was only at the end of last year, that Voldemort met his demise.
"We're all waiting Potter. You wouldn't want to disappoint us all, now would you?" I narrowed my eyes at the sarcasm that was etched in that greasy git's voice. I moaned silently, and brought the greenish-gray potions to my lips. It slid down my throat, leaving a none too good aftertaste. Crinkling my nose, I grimaced as the potion hit my stomach and began to spread throughout the rest of my body. With both hands now clamped to the desk, I waited for the remark Snape would soon pour forth from his "snake-tongued" mouth.
"If Potter did this correctly, which I highly doubt, he should de-age in appearence a few years or so. It will only take a few moment for the potion to take affect. If Potter did this wrong, he will most likely be poisoned." I cast a glance quickly to my right where Ron and Hermione were seated, their eyes watching me worriedly. From the directions, the potion should be taking affect in about ten seconds, but I was praying that I had made it right. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...
The moment the number 1 came across his mind. My insides jerked in protest as I doubled over in pain. A soft moan escaped my lips as my stomach did a flip-flop. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and my breathing increased to panting. The pain went up ten-fold, and I let out a scream, that instantly made my throat hoarse. I dimly heard my friends call out to me in panic, but I paid no heed as I felt my body becoming...smaller. I looked up at Snape in question, and for once in the Potion Master's life, worry was sketched very clearly on his face.
I clamped his eyes shut and fell from my seat, hitting the stone floor, hard. I clutched myself, screaming and twitching in pain. My scar burned, skin tingled and my insides were doing gymnastics. I felt my glasses fell off the bridge of my nose, and again I opened his eyes just a bit, looking up at the blurry figures around. Watching them as my screamed over and over, I barely noticed that my voice was becoming higher pitched. It was then that I lost them in a sea of black...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* (Snape's POV)
I watched as Potter became...younger by each second that passed. His screams echoed all around the dungeons, as it became more...infant like. His body became small, his hair shortened, teeth disappearing, and clothes becoming loose and far too big for him. I admited that I was horrified, what would happen to him...to me...was unbearable to think about. As the Potter fell from his seat and I lost sight of him in his robes...the screaming stopped abruptly...
I stared at the lump that was covered by the black robes that were the boy's. I held my breath as I watched, hoping that it would move. My hoping was paid off as the lump gave a jerk and began to whimper. I bent down, and scrabbled through the mass of the robe and came across...AN INFANT! There on the floor of the classroom, was a very young, baby Harry Potter. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped him in his robes, and picked him carefully. I swept my eyes across the sea of faces that were gathered around me. I scowled and began to snap at them.
"Get back to your seats! Granger! Bottle up Potter's potion! Weasley! Go to the infirmary and get Madam Pompfrey, NOW! Any who gets out of their seats, or so much as daddle, will lose their house one hundred points each!" I ran out of the classroom, holding the baby that was Potter madly as I made my way to Albus' office. Up the stone steps I went, out into the painting covered halls, where several of the paintings gave me odd looks. I didn't care at the moment, I stop to hex a staircase to keep it from moving, and continued onward. Threes more flights of stairs I had and two hallways before I came to the gargoyle gaurding the entrance to the headmaster's office. I muttered "fizzing whizbees" and the gargoyle came to life and jumped aside, revealing the staircase to Albus' office. I flew up the stairs, grabbed the handle to the and swung it open. Albus looked up in surpise as I ran into the room, still clutching Potter. He didn't get a word out before I poured forth the whole story of what had happened in my seventh year potions class. I took in a sharp gulp of air and slumped into a chair. I watched Albus with a tired eye as he sat at his desk, deep in thought. I tilted my head back into the chair, still gasping, and waiting for Albus' answer. Yet again, he couldn't say a word before Poppy came dashing into the office, her medical bag in her hands and Weasley trailing behind her.
"I heard what happened!" she gasped as she directed a finger towards the red-head, "Mr. Weasley here told me the whole thing. Is Harry all right?" She took a step foward, her eyes upon the boy, who, somehow fell alseep through all this. Glaring at Poppy, I told her to see for herself. Just as she placed down her medical bag, I handed the child over to her.
The moment Potter left my arms, he woke with a start and began to wail at the top of his lungs. I winced at the volume of his scream, wondering how he was pulling it off. Poopy scrunched her face up at sound as well and quickly handed Potter right back to me. I just about to shove him right back to her, when Potter stopped his screaming. I looked down in surprise at the boy who was unsurprisngly looking right back at me. His curious green eyes watched me for several moments, before fluttering closed and once again, Potter was asleep.
"Well, Severus, it seems he becomes attached to you" Said Dumbledore with a small smirk on his face, "Ron, could you please leave us to discuss this matter?" The Weasley nodded his head before quickly leaving the room and down the staircases.
"Now," continued Albus as he rubbed his hands toghether, "it seems we have a bit of a problem" I restrained myself snorting, a "bit" was an understatement. Shifting Potter's weight in my arms, careful not to wake him, lest he start screaming again. I patiently stood there as Poppy began to inspect the boy.
"So, what do we suggest we do Albus?" Said Poppy as she waved wand over Potter's forehead, producing the number 98.2, "He seems to be fine. No fever, rashes, bruises or anything of the sort. All I can tell is that he is just tired..." She looked up me with a small grin on her face. I scowled at her, and she quickly removed it, replacing it with an exasperated look.
"What we can do, Poppy," Abus replied with serious face, "Wait to see if the potion will run its course, or try and find a way to reverse the process. In the meantime, someone will have to take care of him..." Albus sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before continuing, "I believe the one to that would be you Severus." I opened my mouth to coomplain about this but Albus held up a hand. "Severus, you, being the one who was supposed to watch over the students and what they were brewing should be held responsible for this, the latter being that Harry has grown...fond of you. Now, I suggest you take him you, for now, I'll send the needed supplies that will required for taking care of him this evening. Good day Severus." Albus casually waved his hand and sat back down.
Pursing my lips tightly, I looked down at the sleeping boy, who had to be no more than eight to nine months. I cursed at my own luck and started to walk out, Poppy, following behind me. Before I left, I could have sworn that Albus had a rather large smile on his face.
This is like one of the longest chapters I've written, but hey, it was worth it. Now, please click the purple button below and leave a review.