A/N: To Vash and Maria, who especially liked 'Remus' and 'Silver'.
Two ideas in one story, both based on the same cliché, with a dark twist of course.
Cliché: A potions accident changes Harry into a baby/child. At Death's DoorPart 8: From the Cradle to the Grave
Rated: PG 13
Warnings: Child abuse
1.
"Neville NOOOOO!!!" Harry shouted and made a lunge for the larger boy to try and stop him from adding the mouse toenails to their potion too soon, but it was already too late and with loud BANG the cauldron exploded, throwing Harry against the wall, covered in the failed potion.
The first thing Neville checked was, not Harry, who wasn't moving, but Snape and as he looked at the potions master he almost whimpered. Snape looked furious.
"One hundred points from Gryffindor!! Longbottom, get this mess cleaned up. Miss Granger, escort mister Potter to the infirmary. The rest of you finish and bottle your potions." He actually growled before making his way to the victim of the latest potion disaster and checking on the boy-who-lived, who wasn't looking very lively at the moment.
Right when Snape and Hermione reached the apparently unconscious boy completely covered in the red potion, his eyes snapped open and he inhaled sharply, immediately breaking into a coughing fit.
"Po...." Snape started, but he was interrupted by a loud scream, Harry's scream.
The boy was writhing on the ground, his arms hitting against everything around him and the screaming made it very clear he was in a lot of pain.
Snape sprang forward and grabbed his suffering student, trying to stop the seizure or at least make sure he didn't hurt himself while flaying his limbs around.
Just as the professor was about to let Harry go when it seemed the seizure had ended, he noticed something changing under his hands. His eyes sought out the boy's face and he noticed that indeed something was changing, but he didn't really see what exactly was different yet. At least not until he felt the gryffindor beneath him shrinking.
Harry's head was becoming smaller and his body was hidden away by his now much too large robes.
A few seconds later all that was left of him was a screaming baby. Snape couldn't do anything but watch as the infant shrank further into a foetus, before dissolving into nothing.
And with a shrill scream from Hermione, Harry Potter was no more.
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2.
He was ready to scream.
He had already been snapping, shouting and yelling, now he just wanted to scream.
This child was absolutely impossible. Nothing he did could calm it down, nothing. He was sure of that, he had tried everything, even a stunning spell, but noooooo, the boy-who-lived just had to special again and had woken up a few minutes later. It went the same with his sleeping draughts.
Why the hell did he have to take care of the brat, it wasn't his fault that this had happened. Yes, he had threatened Potter into taking his own potion and yes, he had known the potion had failed, but if the annoying pest had just followed the book nothing like this would have happened.
Severus Snape, potions master and professor at Hogwarts was now stuck taking care of a four year old Harry Potter until he could find the cure, as if he could work in these conditions. The horror of a child wouldn't sit still for a second, it kept running around and had already broken several priceless artefacts in his quarters and ruined his most difficult research in his lab.
To say that he was frustrated would be a joke, murderous would be much closer to the truth. He wasn't a babysitter, he'd been, and in some way still was, a deatheater. He had killed people in cold blood for being less annoying than this.
"I've had enough." He hissed at Harry, who just looked at him with big startled, green eyes.
He grabbed the boy roughly, ignoring the cries and whimpering, and dragged it into the bedroom. Throwing the brat on the bed, he grabbed a pillow and pushed it down forcefully on the small face, cutting off the supply of air. He almost let out a sigh of relief at the silence.
Of course the child under him panicked, its small limbs hitting him without any real force and a minute later they stopped moving altogether. At last, the brat would be unconscious for at least a little while and he would finally be able to search for a solution in his books. Snape pulled the pillow off the unmoving boy and threw it next to the bed. Without checking Harry's breathing he left the room and went to work in his finally peaceful lab.
Without really intending it, he had cut of the oxygen too long and Harry potter was no more, having suffocated under the hands of his potions master.
When Snape came back a few hours later to check on the boy, he only found the corpse of a sixteen year old, nothing he could do was able bring it back to life and all he could think was...
Shit, Albus is going to kill me, or worse.... fire me.
End.
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