"Problem?" Harry asked, "What's the problem?"

"We were getting to that," said Regor, "The problem is…"

"The problem is that we ran out of potion," said LaRaine.

"The aging potion?" Hermione asked, "And that is very difficult to get! And especially make!"

"Yes," said LaRaine, "We thought we had enough. But we got so many people for this class that…we ran out."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, "They can't stay this age." He lifted the redheaded toddler onto his lap.

"We know," said LaRaine, "We have been getting the potion from the Ministry of Magic…and we can't possibly ask for more."

"Why not?" asked Hermione, "They're supposed to have a very large supply of it."

"We took half of that," said Regor, "If we do ask for more…we'd have to pay for it. And we don't have that kind of money."

"How much?" Harry asked.

"At least ten Galleons a bottle," said LaRaine, "But if we have the children skip a few ages I'm sure we'd be able to get through the lesson with only ten bottles."

"So about one hundred Galleons?" Harry asked, "I can pay for it."

"We couldn't ask you to do that," said Regor, "You're a student."

"We can all pool our money," said Hermione, "That way we're all paying for it."

"Why don't you just go back to your lessons while we think about it," said LaRaine, "So go ahead. You are dismissed."

The groups left whispering in panicked tones.

"How could they run out?" Hermione asked disdainfully, "That's not very professional if they're teachers!"

"Hermione, cool it," said Harry with a laugh, "It'll be fine."

She did calm down. Then they went back to Potions after meeting back up with Seamus, Parvati, and Lavender. They went back to making the Draught of Forgetfulness.

"Do you have a game coming up?" Parvati asked.

"Um…" thought Harry, "Next week with Hufflepuff I think."

Hermione wasn't listening. She was watching Ron, who was looking up at her with a pained look, as though he understood the problem as much as she did. Hermione then continued stirring the potion as Harry and Seamus worked out a strategy for the game against Hufflepuff…since they had a new seeker.

"They have a new seeker?" Hermione asked, "Who?"

"Some person named Josh Richardson," said Seamus, "He's a first year but he's way good."

"More or less better than Harry, of course," said Parvati.

"Less, of course," said Seamus, "But he's up there."

"He's kind of cute," said Parvati.

"Parvati," said Seamus in an exasperated tone, "He's a first year. He's six years younger than you."

"He's an exception," sniffed Parvati, "I mean…he's way better looking than you."

Seamus glared at her.

"Back to quidditch?" asked Harry in a pleading tone.

"Right, quidditch," said Seamus.

Hermione shook her head. When it came to guys at Hogwarts and quidditch…she could really get annoyed. Seconds later a crash interrupted the lesson. Everyone looked around and saw Neville standing over a large mess of glass.

"Clean it up, quick!" a girl exclaimed, "The babies will get cut!"

Hermione quickly checked on Ron and Lavender, they were fine. She breathed a sigh of relief as Professor Slughorn cleaned up the mess. She went back to stirring the potion, but then a shriek split through the air, followed by crying. Hermione looked down. It was Lavender.

"Parvati!" Hermione said, "Lavender is hurt!"

Parvati quickly got to her knees. Lavender was holding a piece of glass, her hand was covered in blood.

Hermione quickly ran over to Professor Slughorn and told him what had happened. He hurried over to the scene and healed Lavender's hand quickly.

"Thank you," said Parvati, still trying to calm Lavender down.

Hermione picked up Ron and set him on the table. That's when she noticed the blood. For a few seconds she thought it may have been Lavenders, but it was Ron's. He had gotten a hold of a shard of glass, also.

"How could he get hurt like that and not cry?" Harry asked in shock, taking the glass from the toddler.

"I don't know," said Hermione, then called Slughorn over, "I mean…he can't be that tough. Not at this age."

Professor Slughorn healed Ron's hand. Hermione sighed.

"He's just…too quiet. I mean…I wish he would cry. Not that much, but I wish he would just talk."

Harry shrugged.

"He's just…different," he said.