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~*Chapter 2: Harry is two*~
Professor McGonagall now went to look for Ron or Hermione, who, she knew, would take very good care of Harry until he was sixteen again. She carried the sleeping bundle that was Harry up to the Gryffindor common room. She found them playing a serious game of wizard chess. Ron was beating Hermione by a landslide. Professor McGonagall set the still-sleeping Harry on the most comfortable couch they had and walked over to them. "Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. There is a matter of which I must speak with you immediately," said she. Ron looked up from where his knight was wrestling Hermione's bishop and said, "What's the matter? Has the Heir of Slytherin returned again? Or is Quirrell after something else?" "Oh, dear. I did not intend to worry you. I think I should explain before you panic even more," she answered. "You see, there was a. a little accident down by Professor Binns' classroom this afternoon. Your friend Harry and Professor Snape bumped into each other, and, well, a potion somehow got into Harry's mouth, so he ended up drinking it. If you will please go over to the couch on the far right, you may see for yourselves just what happened when Mr. Potter drank the potion." She guided them over to the couch, where Ginny was clinging to a just-awoke Harry. Ginny had her arms around him in a tight hug, and was kissing Harry every two seconds. She looked up then and saw the small crowd in front of her. She blushed, then smiled at her brother, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall. "Oh, my goodness! Miss Weasley, let the poor child go! Hand him to me; I need to show Miss Granger and your brother."
Ginny reluctantly handed Harry over to McGonagall, who showed Hermione and Ron what happened. At that moment, Harry squirmed, desperate to get out of Hermione's grasp. She set him down and he toddled off to Ron, who hoisted Harry into his lap. Harry smiled. Ginny, however, wanted Harry all to herself, but Professor McGonagall wouldn't have any of it. Whenever Ginny made a grab for Harry, McGonagall would glare at her.
Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Snape was pacing back and forth across his office, worrying about Harry. Who would take care of the little brat? He wondered. Could it possibly have to be him? He wasn't sure. All he knew for sure is that he needed to find out-and fast. He began his search by looking through every potions book he owned. Nothing. Then, he went down to the library, hoping to find the answer. Sadly, there were no books to help him, because all the potion books had been checked out. At last, he went to Dumbledore's office, hoping that he'd have an answer to all Snape's questions. "Ah, Severus, come in," said Dumbledore. "What brings you here? Did one of the students do something?" "No, sir. I came because I need an answer to a couple of questions," he snapped. "Do you know anything about Aging Potions?" "Yes. I happen to know lots of things about them," answered Dumbledore. "Have you heard of an Aging Potion where the drinker is turned into a one- year-old baby?" he questioned. "Hmm. Now that you mention it, yes, I have. It is called the Draft of Backwards Time, and is very powerful. The drinker must be taken care of by the person who gave him or her the potion. If you gave someone this potion-- and I'm not saying you did-- you'll be the one taking care of the child until he or she is however old he or she was before drinking the potion, Severus." "I see." Snape's next stop was visiting Professor Flitwick. He was able to conjure all the little clothes Snape needed for Harry. Finally, Snape went to Gryffindor Tower, where Ginny was cuddling Harry. When Harry saw Snape, he tried to get away from Ginny and to Snape.
~*Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger, but that's just the way this story is, ok? Please R&R ASAP!!!!*~
~*Chapter 2: Harry is two*~
Professor McGonagall now went to look for Ron or Hermione, who, she knew, would take very good care of Harry until he was sixteen again. She carried the sleeping bundle that was Harry up to the Gryffindor common room. She found them playing a serious game of wizard chess. Ron was beating Hermione by a landslide. Professor McGonagall set the still-sleeping Harry on the most comfortable couch they had and walked over to them. "Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. There is a matter of which I must speak with you immediately," said she. Ron looked up from where his knight was wrestling Hermione's bishop and said, "What's the matter? Has the Heir of Slytherin returned again? Or is Quirrell after something else?" "Oh, dear. I did not intend to worry you. I think I should explain before you panic even more," she answered. "You see, there was a. a little accident down by Professor Binns' classroom this afternoon. Your friend Harry and Professor Snape bumped into each other, and, well, a potion somehow got into Harry's mouth, so he ended up drinking it. If you will please go over to the couch on the far right, you may see for yourselves just what happened when Mr. Potter drank the potion." She guided them over to the couch, where Ginny was clinging to a just-awoke Harry. Ginny had her arms around him in a tight hug, and was kissing Harry every two seconds. She looked up then and saw the small crowd in front of her. She blushed, then smiled at her brother, Hermione, and Professor McGonagall. "Oh, my goodness! Miss Weasley, let the poor child go! Hand him to me; I need to show Miss Granger and your brother."
Ginny reluctantly handed Harry over to McGonagall, who showed Hermione and Ron what happened. At that moment, Harry squirmed, desperate to get out of Hermione's grasp. She set him down and he toddled off to Ron, who hoisted Harry into his lap. Harry smiled. Ginny, however, wanted Harry all to herself, but Professor McGonagall wouldn't have any of it. Whenever Ginny made a grab for Harry, McGonagall would glare at her.
Meanwhile, in the dungeons, Snape was pacing back and forth across his office, worrying about Harry. Who would take care of the little brat? He wondered. Could it possibly have to be him? He wasn't sure. All he knew for sure is that he needed to find out-and fast. He began his search by looking through every potions book he owned. Nothing. Then, he went down to the library, hoping to find the answer. Sadly, there were no books to help him, because all the potion books had been checked out. At last, he went to Dumbledore's office, hoping that he'd have an answer to all Snape's questions. "Ah, Severus, come in," said Dumbledore. "What brings you here? Did one of the students do something?" "No, sir. I came because I need an answer to a couple of questions," he snapped. "Do you know anything about Aging Potions?" "Yes. I happen to know lots of things about them," answered Dumbledore. "Have you heard of an Aging Potion where the drinker is turned into a one- year-old baby?" he questioned. "Hmm. Now that you mention it, yes, I have. It is called the Draft of Backwards Time, and is very powerful. The drinker must be taken care of by the person who gave him or her the potion. If you gave someone this potion-- and I'm not saying you did-- you'll be the one taking care of the child until he or she is however old he or she was before drinking the potion, Severus." "I see." Snape's next stop was visiting Professor Flitwick. He was able to conjure all the little clothes Snape needed for Harry. Finally, Snape went to Gryffindor Tower, where Ginny was cuddling Harry. When Harry saw Snape, he tried to get away from Ginny and to Snape.
~*Sorry 'bout the cliffhanger, but that's just the way this story is, ok? Please R&R ASAP!!!!*~