De-ageing Hermione and Her Prankster Friend!

Chapter One: Running Late and Potions Accident


Hermione Granger was studious if not slightly stuck up, workaholic of a student who currently attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school was a school like no other; it was a school of magic, the best school of magic in the entire world. Unlike most school's magic or non-magical Hogwarts was a castle. It was an incredibly old, perfectly preserved castle which had been standing for over a thousand years. The school, built on a sheer cliff; bordered on one side by The Forbidden Forest and another by the Black Lake, both of which held any number of monstrous creatures. The other two sides of the castle, as well as the lake and forest, were bordered by towering mountains, often topped with snow even during the hottest of months. A winding path led from the large castle to the only village for miles, Hogsmeade which was set in a valley far below.

Hermione had been attending the school for the last four years. At the age of fifteen, Hermione was one of the oldest in her year, almost an entire year older than her best friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. She didn't mind been older or been a girl, but she sometimes found it difficult to interact with people her age. Not many people wanted to be friends with a brainy, bushy-haired-bucktoothed-girl. She had always found it difficult to interact with people in her year because strange things always seemed to happen around her. Of course, she knew now that the peculiar things were manifestations of her accidental magic. As a child, Hermione had sort comfort in books as they couldn't hurt her the way playground bullies often did.

On discovering that she was a witch and attending Hogwarts, Hermione had hoped to be accepted by those who were like her, but her bookworm persona had stuck. It had turned out magical children didn't like know-it-all's either. For the first two months of her Hogwarts career, Hermione had been an outcast, until the day Harry and Ron had saved her from a mountain troll and became her friends.

At first, she was unsure of whether they were her friends because they were sorry for her or because they liked her. After the fiasco of getting the Philosophers Stone Hermione had realised that they cared for her and had come to think of her two friends as annoying little brothers. After becoming friends with Harry and Ron, the rest of Gryffindor quickly warmed up to Hermione, and she had gained many friends.


Hermione was running late, she had slept in this morning, and not one of her dorm mates had bothered to wake her up. She had stayed up late the previous night with the rest of Gryffindor's because the Weasley Twins had thrown a small start of term party in the Common Room. She wouldn't usually stay up so late, but there had been a storm outside, and she had been jumpy ever since the disaster that was the Quidditch World Cup. The thunder had sounded just like the explosions the Death Eaters had made as they had sort out Muggle's and Muggleborns for their drunken entertainment.

Contrary to popular belief Hermione was not a morning person. She despised waking up and often slept in on weekends until well after lunch. School days were different and she usually forced herself out of bed at 8:30 so that she could be ready when classes started at nine. Today, however, her alarm hadn't gone off and when she had awoke it was already 8:55. This was beyond acceptable for her especially on the first day of term.

She had rushed around her room pulling off her Pyjamas and shoving on her uniform. When she left her room two minutes later her usual immaculate appearance was gone. She wore her skirt lopsided so that it rode up far higher than it was meant to, revealing her shoved on black panties. Her white Shirt was only fastened by the first three buttons at the bottom, leaving the top two wide open to reveal her recently developed breasts which were overlapping the too small bra of Ginny's which had accidentally ended up in her trunk when packing up to go to Hogwarts after staying at the Burrow. Her tie hung loosely around her neck and her robe draped off her shoulders as she ran down the corridors, her mismatch shoes hastily shoved on her feet, her legs bare of the tights or knee high socks that wrere part of her unifor. Her hair was more bushy than it had been in her first year, a hairbrush was tangled within it and toothpaste dribbled down her chin. As she ran she carried her half-open potions kit in one arm and her book-filled bag in the other, passing no one in her hasty descent to the first floor where she would collect her timetable.

Hermione did not see when a tapestry in front of her moved, nor when a tall red-headed boy stepped out closely followed by his identical twin but she felt it when she collided with the first of the twins. As they collided the bottle in his hand smashed along with the potions kit in hers, the contents mixing together as they toppled over the twin landing atop of her. She felt the cuts form on her skin from the broken glass as well as all the air leaving her body from his weight on top of her. Looking up she herd her name leave his surprised lips as a bright white light flashed around them and everything went blank.

In the place where both the twin and Hermione had landed were two small unconscious children with one utterly bewildered teenage twin looking down at his de-aged friend and twin.