Chapter One
Severus Snape prowled up and down between the desks of his 7th year double potions class. How half of these dunderheads managed an E on their owls was beyond him, no doubt blind luck was a deciding factor for most of them. Thankfully the Longbottom child seemed to have failed as well as that boy who had a tendency to cause everything he so much as looked at to explode. The Weasley child was gone, as well as Malfoy's two goons, but that insufferable duo Granger and Potter scraped by, no doubt just barely for the latter. It was barely two weeks into term and Potter had already set a potion on the wrong temperature,causing a toxic gas to flood the room last week. He was forced to destroy his new set of robes.
Today there was no chance for that however, a skin regrowth potion for Madam Pomfrey with a scar and spot removal agent. The brats would have to have empty heads to ruin this particular potion. Of course, as he came to the Gryffindor tables he realized there was one person in his class who, amazingly, did have the rare trait of an empty head but lively body.
"Potter!" He snapped, satisfied when the boy jumped.
"Not only have you managed to completely ruin your potion, you also seem to be the sole reason my stores have been completely depleted. Really now, over pouring in a Newt level class is unacceptable. No matter, I shall manage to get something into that empty head of yours if it's the last thing I do. Detention and 3 feet on the importance of measuring before you pour. Now clean up that mess!"
Stalking away, he did not see as Potter began to pick up his ingredients, leaving his cauldron on its flame. The deep purple potion began to bubble as Potter made his way back to the storeroom. As everyone else's potions began to turn green and shimmer Potters began to hiss and splutter. As Snape turned around to see what the problem was now, the largest bubble popped and splashed onto the table around it.
Sighing, Snape waved his wand to banish it, but the sticky substance seemed melded to the cauldron. Walking over to take it off its flame he mentally cursed Potter for making such juvenile mistakes in his newt classes. Grasping the edges of the cauldron it hissed at him before settling.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
Taking out a vial to collect a sample of the stubborn concoction he did not notice as the liquid inside sunk down in the middle, much like a muggle trampoline when someone has landed on its center. When he turned around the potion sprung up, splashing his face and robes as Granger squawked and ducked behind her table. Though she was quick, the two gryffindor girls in front of her had no warning as they, Malfoy and an unfortunate student passing the desk on their way to the front were also splashed.
As students watched with rapt attention their professor and classmates shrank smaller and smaller until their clothes swallowed them and they disappeared.
"Professor!" Hermione crouched down and gently began to move the fabric around,the professor was moving underneath his cloak. Lifting it as her other classmates picked up the rest of the shrunken students, there were audible gasps from everyone in the room. Just then, Harry came back from the storeroom.
"What happened? 'Mione? Who's baby is that?"