What's My Age Again?
written by: House-elf
Rated PG-13 for semi-violence (Cuz there's obviously going to be some with the group of kids I have!), naughty langauge (O.o...), and names like: Quirky-- how very wrong it is to let me write.. oh dear god--
Summary: In hopes to rise two particular teacher's spirits, Dumbledore casts a spell to.. "Bring out the child in them"-litterally. Little does he know he's cast the spell wrong. *grins* VERY wrong..
Eleven year-old Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Gildroy Lockheart, Quirky Quirrle, and Tom Riddle arrive at a present-day Hogwarts.. *evil smile* This will be fun.
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. That's right. I'm JKR. *sighs* These things really are pointless.. Oh- I also own Blink 182's song- What's My Age Again. *sarastic grin*
A/N: The title obviously came from Blink's song! It's where I got the idea for this ickle fic! I'm basically writing this as it comes to me so.. I'm up to ANY suggestions you can give me! It's also meant to be a *tad* on the odd side. Quirky Quirrlle, eh? Pretty damn queer if you ask me.. But oh well. I had to think of a name fast for it to work out. And- Quirrle DOES have a turban on.. he wouldn't be himself without it.. O.o;; I know the characters may seem a *bit* OOC, but they're kids! They change a LOT while growing up.
The things insomnia can do to a person... *eyes get all glassy*
(BTW- constructive critasm and such will be GREATLY appreciated! Also- flamers are welcome.. I flame a lot so.. might as well get what's comin' to me! *snickers and walks off*)
Last Thing I SWEAR!- if anyone knows the CORRECT spelling of Gildroy(?) and Quirlle(?), and they TELL me.. I'll.. give you a.. present?
Chapter One: Six New Old Wizards and a Witch Meet
"Dammit!" A small girl yelled, followed by, "SHIT! Move, or I'll kill you!" Minerva McGonagall was an extremely short girl with waist-length black hair- which she kept tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head.
She was unbelievably louder than she looked, and rather agressive too. Minerva hoisted her cat's basket higher under her arm and looked around for the right platform. "Nine and three-quarters.. Nine and three quarters.." She mutterd looking around. There was no sign that the platform existed at all.
She shook her head. 'Bloody mum! Always forgets to tell me where to go!'
When Minerva had just about lost hope of ever finding the platform she heard something that made her crack a grin.
"Muggles everywhere.. I swear.. Hogwarts should find us a decent place to board the train.. Platform nine and three-quarters my a- HEY! You there! You going to Hogwarts?"
Miverva ran towards the source of the voice and saw that it was a boy not much taller than herself with sholder-length greesy-looking black hair. He was carrying an owl cage under his arm, and pointing what had to be a wand at a blond-haired boy in robes only two steps a head of himself.
"Excuse me!" She said, grabbing the boy's arm, "But did I hear you say Hogwarts?"
The boy spun around and rose an eyebrow, "Yes.. Who are you?"
Minerva tried to extract an arm from under her cat's basket, but failed an the basket fell to the ground, opened, and her cat jumped out and hissed.
"Dammit!" Minerva swore, and tried to grab the hissing ball of fur. "I'm Minerva," she spat, as she grabbed Pumpkin's (the cat) tail and shoved him back into his basket.
"Severus." The boy helped her up and asked, "New to Hogwarts?"
"First year, yup! What about you?"
Before he could answer a swish of deep velvet shot between the two, and seemed to trip, because whoever it was landed on the ground between the two platforms nine and ten with a loud, THUMP!
What Minerva reconised as Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans spilled out from under the heap on the floor, along with a handfull of Chocolate Frogs.
Severus raised an eyebrow and just shook his head, but Minerva dropped Pumpkin's basket and ran over to the heap on the ground.
"Are you okay?" She asked, nudging the person.
The person-boy- who sat up had twinkly blue eyes, a rather long nose, and wispy blond-white hair.
"Albus Dumbledore!" He shouted, recieving odd looks from passing Muggles.
Minvera only looked at him with her head cocked to the side, with much the same expression the Muggles had.
"Excuse me?"
"Albus! That's my name! Yes, I'm feeling wonderful! Now what's your name?" He said this all very fast.
"Minerva McGonagall."
"Severus Snape." So Severus had joined them.
"Good to meet you both. I suggest we get on the train before it leaves!" Albus looked down at his spilled sweets. "Oh no.. I've dropped all my candy. Suppose I'll have to buy more later!" He sprinted towards the wall seperating platforms nine and ten, and for a split second Minerva thought he would crash again, but he went right through.
Severus and Minerva exchanged shrugs then followed suit.
*
"So you two come from wizarding families too?" Severus asked, looking impressed.
"Yes! One hundred percent wizard!" Albus smiled proudly.
"Almost one hundred percent for me," Minerva sighed. "My sister is a squib!" She shudderd, "I almost felt guilty coming here without her.. Almost," she flashed the two wizards a huge grin.
At that moment there was a knock at the compartment door.
"Come in!" All three called at once.
A tall, pale, extremely thin boy stepped in, closing the door behind him. "I'm Tom Riddle. Do you mind if I sit with you? Everywhere else is full.."
"No problem!" Severus smirked and moved over so Tom could sit next to him. "So.. you a pure-blood too?"
Tom sneered, "No. My bloody dad's a Muggle." And that was all they got out of him.
Untill...
"Oh no, NOT YOU! Get OUT!" Tom screamed and lept to his feet, pointing his wand at a blond-haired boy who had just pushed open the door to the compartment and walked in with an enormous smile. It seemed like he had about fifty teeth, and the braces didn't help too much.
"Ah! Tom my good fellow! Mind if I stay a bit?" The blond boy walked past Tom and sat in his spot.
Tom's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he looked at Minerva and Albus with a look that plainly stated, "What the fuck?!"
Minerva was trying to hold back laughter at the look on Tom's face.
*
"Quirky Quirrle," said the boy, eyeing them all nervously as if they were about to bite him. "Th-that's my name. M-mind if I sit here?" He had a small studder- and was so obviously trying to hide it Minerva was biting her lip trying not to giggle.
"Right-o good chap! Sit down here next to me and dear Severus!" Severus shot Gildroy Lockheart the coldest glare possible, but Gildroy merrily motioned for Severus to move over. "And don't look as though we've grown three heads!"
"In your case it might be an improvment.." Tom mutterd, sending a dark look at Gildroy.
Gildroy ignored him and smiled his toothy grin at the boy with the overly- large turban on his head, who sat a good deal away from Gildroy, giving him a look as though he were insane.
The six sat talking untill the lunch lady appeared. Tom and Minerva were in a heated discussion about which house was the best (Minerva cheering Gryffindor on, while Tom growled that Slytherin supassed them all. "How do you know about Slytherin? I thought you grew up in an orphanage?" Tom had just shrugged and Minerva strongly suspected Severus had something to do with it- considering he had a large grin on his face).
"Anything off the trolly- What the?" The plump witch stopped and stared wide-eyed at the six young wizards. "My god you all look so familliar.." She rememberd evedry student she ever served and this lot reminded her of several much older wizards...
Minerva rose an eyebrow, as did Tom, and Albus gave her a questioning smile.
She shook her head and put a smile on her face, "Sorry about that! Anything of the trolly kids?"
********************
A/N: There you go! The first chapter! Tell me how you liked it!- or DIDN'T like it. I swear it will get better! It's hard to START fanfics.. I'm off to write the second chapter!
May the Chezzyful Hoons bless you with Wormish Pleasure!
~House-elf
written by: House-elf
Rated PG-13 for semi-violence (Cuz there's obviously going to be some with the group of kids I have!), naughty langauge (O.o...), and names like: Quirky-- how very wrong it is to let me write.. oh dear god--
Summary: In hopes to rise two particular teacher's spirits, Dumbledore casts a spell to.. "Bring out the child in them"-litterally. Little does he know he's cast the spell wrong. *grins* VERY wrong..
Eleven year-old Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Gildroy Lockheart, Quirky Quirrle, and Tom Riddle arrive at a present-day Hogwarts.. *evil smile* This will be fun.
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. That's right. I'm JKR. *sighs* These things really are pointless.. Oh- I also own Blink 182's song- What's My Age Again. *sarastic grin*
A/N: The title obviously came from Blink's song! It's where I got the idea for this ickle fic! I'm basically writing this as it comes to me so.. I'm up to ANY suggestions you can give me! It's also meant to be a *tad* on the odd side. Quirky Quirrlle, eh? Pretty damn queer if you ask me.. But oh well. I had to think of a name fast for it to work out. And- Quirrle DOES have a turban on.. he wouldn't be himself without it.. O.o;; I know the characters may seem a *bit* OOC, but they're kids! They change a LOT while growing up.
The things insomnia can do to a person... *eyes get all glassy*
(BTW- constructive critasm and such will be GREATLY appreciated! Also- flamers are welcome.. I flame a lot so.. might as well get what's comin' to me! *snickers and walks off*)
Last Thing I SWEAR!- if anyone knows the CORRECT spelling of Gildroy(?) and Quirlle(?), and they TELL me.. I'll.. give you a.. present?
Chapter One: Six New Old Wizards and a Witch Meet
"Dammit!" A small girl yelled, followed by, "SHIT! Move, or I'll kill you!" Minerva McGonagall was an extremely short girl with waist-length black hair- which she kept tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head.
She was unbelievably louder than she looked, and rather agressive too. Minerva hoisted her cat's basket higher under her arm and looked around for the right platform. "Nine and three-quarters.. Nine and three quarters.." She mutterd looking around. There was no sign that the platform existed at all.
She shook her head. 'Bloody mum! Always forgets to tell me where to go!'
When Minerva had just about lost hope of ever finding the platform she heard something that made her crack a grin.
"Muggles everywhere.. I swear.. Hogwarts should find us a decent place to board the train.. Platform nine and three-quarters my a- HEY! You there! You going to Hogwarts?"
Miverva ran towards the source of the voice and saw that it was a boy not much taller than herself with sholder-length greesy-looking black hair. He was carrying an owl cage under his arm, and pointing what had to be a wand at a blond-haired boy in robes only two steps a head of himself.
"Excuse me!" She said, grabbing the boy's arm, "But did I hear you say Hogwarts?"
The boy spun around and rose an eyebrow, "Yes.. Who are you?"
Minerva tried to extract an arm from under her cat's basket, but failed an the basket fell to the ground, opened, and her cat jumped out and hissed.
"Dammit!" Minerva swore, and tried to grab the hissing ball of fur. "I'm Minerva," she spat, as she grabbed Pumpkin's (the cat) tail and shoved him back into his basket.
"Severus." The boy helped her up and asked, "New to Hogwarts?"
"First year, yup! What about you?"
Before he could answer a swish of deep velvet shot between the two, and seemed to trip, because whoever it was landed on the ground between the two platforms nine and ten with a loud, THUMP!
What Minerva reconised as Bernie Botts Every Flavor Beans spilled out from under the heap on the floor, along with a handfull of Chocolate Frogs.
Severus raised an eyebrow and just shook his head, but Minerva dropped Pumpkin's basket and ran over to the heap on the ground.
"Are you okay?" She asked, nudging the person.
The person-boy- who sat up had twinkly blue eyes, a rather long nose, and wispy blond-white hair.
"Albus Dumbledore!" He shouted, recieving odd looks from passing Muggles.
Minvera only looked at him with her head cocked to the side, with much the same expression the Muggles had.
"Excuse me?"
"Albus! That's my name! Yes, I'm feeling wonderful! Now what's your name?" He said this all very fast.
"Minerva McGonagall."
"Severus Snape." So Severus had joined them.
"Good to meet you both. I suggest we get on the train before it leaves!" Albus looked down at his spilled sweets. "Oh no.. I've dropped all my candy. Suppose I'll have to buy more later!" He sprinted towards the wall seperating platforms nine and ten, and for a split second Minerva thought he would crash again, but he went right through.
Severus and Minerva exchanged shrugs then followed suit.
*
"So you two come from wizarding families too?" Severus asked, looking impressed.
"Yes! One hundred percent wizard!" Albus smiled proudly.
"Almost one hundred percent for me," Minerva sighed. "My sister is a squib!" She shudderd, "I almost felt guilty coming here without her.. Almost," she flashed the two wizards a huge grin.
At that moment there was a knock at the compartment door.
"Come in!" All three called at once.
A tall, pale, extremely thin boy stepped in, closing the door behind him. "I'm Tom Riddle. Do you mind if I sit with you? Everywhere else is full.."
"No problem!" Severus smirked and moved over so Tom could sit next to him. "So.. you a pure-blood too?"
Tom sneered, "No. My bloody dad's a Muggle." And that was all they got out of him.
Untill...
"Oh no, NOT YOU! Get OUT!" Tom screamed and lept to his feet, pointing his wand at a blond-haired boy who had just pushed open the door to the compartment and walked in with an enormous smile. It seemed like he had about fifty teeth, and the braces didn't help too much.
"Ah! Tom my good fellow! Mind if I stay a bit?" The blond boy walked past Tom and sat in his spot.
Tom's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he looked at Minerva and Albus with a look that plainly stated, "What the fuck?!"
Minerva was trying to hold back laughter at the look on Tom's face.
*
"Quirky Quirrle," said the boy, eyeing them all nervously as if they were about to bite him. "Th-that's my name. M-mind if I sit here?" He had a small studder- and was so obviously trying to hide it Minerva was biting her lip trying not to giggle.
"Right-o good chap! Sit down here next to me and dear Severus!" Severus shot Gildroy Lockheart the coldest glare possible, but Gildroy merrily motioned for Severus to move over. "And don't look as though we've grown three heads!"
"In your case it might be an improvment.." Tom mutterd, sending a dark look at Gildroy.
Gildroy ignored him and smiled his toothy grin at the boy with the overly- large turban on his head, who sat a good deal away from Gildroy, giving him a look as though he were insane.
The six sat talking untill the lunch lady appeared. Tom and Minerva were in a heated discussion about which house was the best (Minerva cheering Gryffindor on, while Tom growled that Slytherin supassed them all. "How do you know about Slytherin? I thought you grew up in an orphanage?" Tom had just shrugged and Minerva strongly suspected Severus had something to do with it- considering he had a large grin on his face).
"Anything off the trolly- What the?" The plump witch stopped and stared wide-eyed at the six young wizards. "My god you all look so familliar.." She rememberd evedry student she ever served and this lot reminded her of several much older wizards...
Minerva rose an eyebrow, as did Tom, and Albus gave her a questioning smile.
She shook her head and put a smile on her face, "Sorry about that! Anything of the trolly kids?"
********************
A/N: There you go! The first chapter! Tell me how you liked it!- or DIDN'T like it. I swear it will get better! It's hard to START fanfics.. I'm off to write the second chapter!
May the Chezzyful Hoons bless you with Wormish Pleasure!
~House-elf