Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sat in potions two class together
arguing over which potion bottle to use next. The bottles around them
contained green bubble mixtures to orange slosh. In front of them the black
caldron was only missing one ingredient from their A.
"The black ooze will back a bat I promise you Ron listen to me!" Harry analyzed while running over the words in the text book.
"But the orange will make your hair fall out, I don't think our teacher would be too pleased if he drank that." Ron argued sticking a plastic stir stick in the ooze.
"Yes but the purple goop isn't it either, that's some frog potion." Harry thought aloud as he turned to watch Hermonie walk by their table.
"Having trouble again?" she asked looking at their confused and desperate faces.
"Yeah a little." Harry admitted.
"I was never good at potions." Ron pointed out.
Hermonie looked over her shoulder cautiously and picked up the purple ooze and spilled a little so that the potion coughed out a puffy white cloud. She then winked and walked off to wash her hands and get rags to clean up.
"She's good." Ron said to Harry as he lost his stir stick in the orange mixture.
"We are done Professor!" Harry declared as the Professor looked up from his test tube and walked over to the caldron. He sniffed it a bit and dipped his wooden spoon in the mixture that was bubbling under the bunton burner.
Harry held his breath, thought he didn't doubt Hermonie one bit. The professor took the bubbling florescent mixture to his mouth and sipped a little bit so that it splashed up on his mustache. Ron and Harry looked eagerly at their teacher but suddenly the teacher threw down the spoon and grabbed his neck.
"Oh, that can't be good," Ron flinched.
"Professor?" Harry asked but it was too late, the professor shrank down to a small size of a pea on the floor.
"Potter you killed him!" Draco cried looking around the room.
Hermonie dropped her beaker she was working on so that it shattered on the floor in thousands of tiny pieces. "Oh dear was it purple or red."
"Red, where have you been Hermonie?" asked another student as Hermonie's face flushed.
"Hermonie!!" Harry cried.
"Bloody hell! What in the world do we do!" Ron panicked.
As if Ron had said the magic words the professor shot back up into a gigantic size and hit his head on the high ceilings of the room. As he rubbed his head his body started twisting like gelatin and he shrank and twisted into the form of a pink frosted cake.
"Wicked!" Ron cried but that remark bought him strange looks from the class. "I mean. . .in a bad way. . ."
"Oh I really screwed up this time Harry!" Hermonie cried looking over the teacher. "I am sorry if you can hear me professor!"
Harry just sighed, "I knew he shouldn't have tasted everyone's potions. We are only second years."
"Well are you happy for what you did Potter?" Draco sneered crossing his arm.
"He actually tastes pretty good." Ron admitted as he licked icing off his fingers.
"RON!!!" Everyone cried so that Ron jumped back and swung his hand behind his back.
"I'll go get someone to reverse this, make sure Ron doesn't eat anymore of the professor." Hermonie ordered as she walked to the door but there was suddenly a loud thunder that rang from the other potions first year class.
"Oh!! Maybe the first years turned someone into a hamster again!" cried one of the students.
"Better yet a ill-tempered crow that craps on everyone's heads!" another answered back as the massive class flowed out of the room by the little tiny door.
Hermonie sighed as she looked back at Ron and Harry. All three of them stood there staring at one another knowing that it was now their duty to return the professor back to form.
"You go, I'll stay here with Ron." Harry offered.
"I don't think that is a good idea, Ron might tie you put and eat the professor." Hermonie pointed out as she nodded towards Ron dipping his fingers in the cake.
"Ron!" Harry shouted.
"It's a cake Harry. . .it's so good. . ." Ron wined.
"We better come with you." Harry sighed dragging Ron out with him.
A few minute latter the teacher the three had summoned to help entered the room and looked around for the blue icing cake. All she found was a pink icing cake, and that day being her birthday, she thought that it was all a plot to get her in the room to enjoy the cake they had baked for her. She smiled as she picked up the cake on it's doily and carried it in the teachers lounge to share with the teachers.
"The black ooze will back a bat I promise you Ron listen to me!" Harry analyzed while running over the words in the text book.
"But the orange will make your hair fall out, I don't think our teacher would be too pleased if he drank that." Ron argued sticking a plastic stir stick in the ooze.
"Yes but the purple goop isn't it either, that's some frog potion." Harry thought aloud as he turned to watch Hermonie walk by their table.
"Having trouble again?" she asked looking at their confused and desperate faces.
"Yeah a little." Harry admitted.
"I was never good at potions." Ron pointed out.
Hermonie looked over her shoulder cautiously and picked up the purple ooze and spilled a little so that the potion coughed out a puffy white cloud. She then winked and walked off to wash her hands and get rags to clean up.
"She's good." Ron said to Harry as he lost his stir stick in the orange mixture.
"We are done Professor!" Harry declared as the Professor looked up from his test tube and walked over to the caldron. He sniffed it a bit and dipped his wooden spoon in the mixture that was bubbling under the bunton burner.
Harry held his breath, thought he didn't doubt Hermonie one bit. The professor took the bubbling florescent mixture to his mouth and sipped a little bit so that it splashed up on his mustache. Ron and Harry looked eagerly at their teacher but suddenly the teacher threw down the spoon and grabbed his neck.
"Oh, that can't be good," Ron flinched.
"Professor?" Harry asked but it was too late, the professor shrank down to a small size of a pea on the floor.
"Potter you killed him!" Draco cried looking around the room.
Hermonie dropped her beaker she was working on so that it shattered on the floor in thousands of tiny pieces. "Oh dear was it purple or red."
"Red, where have you been Hermonie?" asked another student as Hermonie's face flushed.
"Hermonie!!" Harry cried.
"Bloody hell! What in the world do we do!" Ron panicked.
As if Ron had said the magic words the professor shot back up into a gigantic size and hit his head on the high ceilings of the room. As he rubbed his head his body started twisting like gelatin and he shrank and twisted into the form of a pink frosted cake.
"Wicked!" Ron cried but that remark bought him strange looks from the class. "I mean. . .in a bad way. . ."
"Oh I really screwed up this time Harry!" Hermonie cried looking over the teacher. "I am sorry if you can hear me professor!"
Harry just sighed, "I knew he shouldn't have tasted everyone's potions. We are only second years."
"Well are you happy for what you did Potter?" Draco sneered crossing his arm.
"He actually tastes pretty good." Ron admitted as he licked icing off his fingers.
"RON!!!" Everyone cried so that Ron jumped back and swung his hand behind his back.
"I'll go get someone to reverse this, make sure Ron doesn't eat anymore of the professor." Hermonie ordered as she walked to the door but there was suddenly a loud thunder that rang from the other potions first year class.
"Oh!! Maybe the first years turned someone into a hamster again!" cried one of the students.
"Better yet a ill-tempered crow that craps on everyone's heads!" another answered back as the massive class flowed out of the room by the little tiny door.
Hermonie sighed as she looked back at Ron and Harry. All three of them stood there staring at one another knowing that it was now their duty to return the professor back to form.
"You go, I'll stay here with Ron." Harry offered.
"I don't think that is a good idea, Ron might tie you put and eat the professor." Hermonie pointed out as she nodded towards Ron dipping his fingers in the cake.
"Ron!" Harry shouted.
"It's a cake Harry. . .it's so good. . ." Ron wined.
"We better come with you." Harry sighed dragging Ron out with him.
A few minute latter the teacher the three had summoned to help entered the room and looked around for the blue icing cake. All she found was a pink icing cake, and that day being her birthday, she thought that it was all a plot to get her in the room to enjoy the cake they had baked for her. She smiled as she picked up the cake on it's doily and carried it in the teachers lounge to share with the teachers.