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"Gryffindors and Slytherins! Pay attention or the consequences will be horrible," said Professor Snape. He glared at the crowd of students. "Today's potion is very simple… but if you mess it up, the results will be… altering. To say the least."

Some male students looked down at their crotches in suspicion. Of course, since that one incident with Neville and a certain organ disappearing for a while, that's always been the case when he says that.

The girls all looked at the guys, giggling to each other.

"Shut up!" snapped the professor. "Pay attention. Now. First, you should add powdered hens' teeth, and the hippogriff blood I have supplied for you. Stir evenly." The students, taking this in, carefully began to do as he said. Hermione, of course, tried to help Neville discreetly.

Snape, of course, knowing how she was always trying to be righteous in that manner, caught her. "And everyone should work ALONE, especially you, Ms. Granger," he sneered.

Hermione gave an irritated sigh and then looked over at Harry and Ron to see how they were doing. Harry was looking at the hippogriff blood suspiciously. "I bet he's thinking of Buckbeak," she thought. Ron, on the other hand, was happily mixing everything in, for a change.

Snape interrupted her thoughts again. "Now, if it's even, carefully add in the mixture of powders from the bones of various creatures, and stir with your basilisk feather."

Harry cringed. Basilisks were not, of course, his favorite thing in the entire world. Draco was smirking at Harry. "What's the matter, Potter? Afraid of messing it up?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" whispered Ron. "Oh, so now Weasley has the guts to stand up to me? How cute, our ickle Ronnykins is growing up!"

"Oh, do be quiet!" snapped Hermione. She was trying to mix in her next ingredients. Snape looked up. "The famous Gryffindor trio up to it again? 10 points from Gryffindor!" he smirked. Hermione almost began to speak in protest but was stopped by a glare from Harry.

Draco smiled in triumph. Ron sighed and got back to work. She was interrupted once again by Snape. "NEVILLE! Child, do you EVER listen to me? You idiot!" he snapped. Neville bowed his head in shame. "Take your cauldron over here, in the center."

He carefully carried his cauldron and set it in between the aisles. Ron and Harry were on one side of that aisle, and Hermione was on the other side. Draco walked up next to it to see what was going to happen.

"Everyone watch carefully," ordered the professor. "Longbottom almost ruined this by leaving lumps in the blood. Now, watch as I put in the next ingredients." He turned to Neville. "Boy! Get the ingredients."

"Y-yes sir!" he stuttered. He ran over to him with the stuff and Hermione whispered, "Be careful, Neville!" But it didn't help. He tripped over his own clothes.

His ingredients fell into the cauldron, containers and all. A loud boom was heard and a purplish-blue smoke filled the room.

"Students! Class dismissed. All of you leave, IMMEDIATELY!" Snape barked. That wasn't needed. Everyone had already ran out.

The smoke began to clear. Snape waved his hand around. "Is everyone gone?" he demanded.

"Uhm… no, professer," squeaked a tiny voice. A young girl, looking no older than 8 or 9, with bushy hair that almost looked like a small afro, and very, VERY large clothes stood in front of him. Her huge teeth were wrapped in braces. He had thought they were big when she first came, but now that he saw how they used to be… Snape had to keep from laughing. "Something wrong?" she piped up again. He regained his composure. "Look for yourself, Ms. Granger," he said. "Accio mirror."

A mirror flew into his hand and he held it up. She screamed. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF—I look like I'm a kid!"

"Correction, Ms. Granger, you are a kid," he said quietly. "So are the others." As if they were summoned, the others had popped up.

Ron looked just the same, except much shorter and with longer hair. Harry's glasses were too big for his eyes and his hair went down over his eyes. Neville looked more worried than ever, and his hair was almost as long as Harry's. Draco, smug looking as ever, had a bowl cut.

Ron laughed uncontrollably. "Look at Malfoy! He's got a BOWL CUT!" he said in a high pitched, before puberty voice before he and Harry were sent into giggle fits. Neville laughed nervously.

Draco stared at them. "You two aren't much better! And look at the girl!" At the mention of that, they looked at her and laughed even harder. "Just don't get near us, okay? You'll give us cooties," said Neville, and cringed his nose.

Hermione said in protest, "You believe in COOTIES!" They all started arguing until Snape got irritated and boomed, "SILENCE!"

They stopped immediately. "D-don't yell at me…" said Hermione, sniffling. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh crap. I forgot that they still react like children, too," Snape thought. He sighed. "Whatever."

"Who are you anyway!" yelled Ron. Draco added, "My daddy always tells me a Malfoy takes orders from no man!"

"I'm your teacher!" snapped Snape. "And you'll do bloody well to remember that too!" Harry said quietly, "My uncle acts like you, sort of…" Neville nodded. "He acts like me aunt."

Snape felt a migraine coming on. "For the love of… ugh. Listen. You still are teenagers. You are just stuck with the minds of eight year olds."

He explained about the potion and what happened. "Apparently, the result of the explosion was that you… grew into children."

They gaped at him.

"Well why aren't YOU young too?" asked Hermione, still a brainy child at that age.

Snape stared at her. "Can any of you imagine me as a child?" They were all silent. "Exactly. No disaster is strong enough to even think of it."

"So… what are we gonna do?" asked Neville quietly. Snape sighed. "I don't know yet, Longbottom—"

He was interrupted by massive fits of giggling from the others. "L-L-L-LONGBOTTOM?" They shouted between their laughs. Neville blushed. "Don't be mean to me!"

They couldn't help it. What eight year old couldn't? "Shut up!" said Neville again. "Why should we… LONG BOTTOM!" teased Malfoy. They were all laughing even harder now.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" yelled Snape. "You're still teenagers! Act your age!" Draco decided to be a smartass and said, "But our age is eight!"

"Shut up, brat! All of you, come with me!" he yelled. Ron said, "Nuh-uh!" Snape glared at him with such feriocity Ron was afraid that he might die. He squealed and quietly followed behind him, and so did all the others.

Akikko: Can I just say that I was really, REALLY bored:0