The Innocence of Youth
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I probably don't own. Do I look like J. K. Rowling to you?
Chapter One:
"Ron, pay attention to what you're doing!"
"It's kind of hard to do, Hermione, when an idiot like Malfoy is quite obviously talking shit about your family."
It was rather evident who Malfoy was insulting, as the words "pig sty", "filth", and "weasel" could be heard rather frequently in his mockery.
"Ignore him. He's not worth anything. You have to pay attention to what you're doing Ron. You don't want to get in trouble in only the second class this year! Besides, this type of shrinking solution is rather volatile. Not like the ones we did in earlier years. You have to add in the boomslang skin before the aconite, and then stir it four times clockwise! Not following the directions can be dangerous, Ron!"
"Maybe I can create a poison to stuff down Malfoy's throat."
"Ron!"
He threw in more boomslang skin.
"Ron! You already put in too..."
Her words were cut off as an explosion racked the room. The potion bubbled dangerously, spraying and splashing everywhere. When it settled, they saw that Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who had been working at the next cauldron, looked rather shocked, confused, and... different, and Harry, who had been silently measuring and cutting up ingredients for their potion while his friends bickered, was nowhere to be seen
"Weasley! Detention at 7:00 tonight. Don't be late unless you want it every night until Christmas!"
"You guys all look really old," Seamus blurted out. Neville's brow creased in confusion. Dean nodded, frowning.
"What the hell happened?"
"Old? Woah. Wait a minute... come to think of it, you look pretty youn..."
Snape stalked over to where the puddles of potion lay on the floor.
"It seems that through your incompetence, Weasley, you have created some sort of shrinking solution. Finnigan, your age?"
Seamus looked at them questioningly.
"Thirteen, Sir..."
"Thomas?"
"Er, twelve..."
"Longbottom?"
"F-fourteen, professor."
"It seems that my assumptions were correct. Miss Granger, escort them down to the hospital wing so that Madame Pomfrey can check for any other damage."
The three boys grumbled, but allowed Hermione to lead them out the door.
Suddenly, they heard a muffled sob. Only then did they notice the small pile of robes, soaked in potion, that lay on the floor.
Ron's eyes widened as he saw a small head of dark hair poke itself out of the collar of the shirt.
"Aunt P-punia?"
Everyone stared in shock at the baby sitting on the floor. His tears and sobs seemed to go unnoticed by the crowd, but, used to being ignored, the baby's crying didn't escalate.
Snape shook himself slightly, and broke the silence.
"Weasley!Take himto thehospital wing, now!"
Ron bent down, and picked up his best friend. He seemed to be around two years old, but was unnaturaly thin, pale and small. He quickly walked off to thehospital wing.
"Ron! What...?I-is that... H-harry?"
Ronnodded silently. Harry had fallen asleep, with his face buried into Ron's shoulder, but his head of wild hair was unmistakable. A small, pale foot twitched, as its owner rubbed his eyes sleepily,waking up from his little nap.
AN: I know its short, but I was bored, and I looove plots like this.