Harry shifted in his seat. He could feel the dungeons cold atmosphere surrounding him when he entered. Hermione sat next to him and she looked extremely nervous. Harry couldn't blame her. He was just as scared as he was.
Suddenly the door flew open and a man dressed in black head to toe walked in.
There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class!
I can teach you how to be witch the mind, I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.
Then he glanced over at Harry, who was weighting this down in a notebook.
Than again there are some students who come to Hogwarts with such confidence to not...pay...attention!
Hermione took a quick glance at Harry and turned back.
My my, Mr.Potter, our new celebrity.
Tell me, were would I look to find a beezore?
Harry shrugged, I don't know, sir. He said, truthfully.
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Later that year Harry was sitting in the same class well Professor Snape was giving a lecture about some type of potion.
Well they were making the potion, however, Sandy's potion exploded. That was how this adventure began.
Harry looked over at the Professor when the yellow and purple smoke went away. He was know were to be seen. Some kids left the class to go get some help. Harry was about to leave with them when he herd some moaning sounds from under the Professors cloak. Harry slowing approached it. Carefully patting it he herd a small shriek. Harry slowly lifted the cloak to come face to face with a small, skinny, greasy haired child.
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One week later
Professor Snape had turned into a three year old, and Harry was left to take care of him. They were given their own privet quarters.
Young Severus was hard to take care of. Especially when he'd flinch every time Harry touched him. Harry had gotten the young kid to talk about his home life.
Big mistake...
