Conversation amongst various students in the theater club:

The script says there's one year olds in the sandbox and children playing on the playground. There are little kids in a few other scenes too. How are we going to pull that off?"

"Short first years?"

"My little sister's three. Could she be one of the kids on the playground?"

"Your sister is obnoxious."

"All toddlers are. Isn't there a way we could play the parts?"

"What about polyjuice potion?"

"Huh?"

"You know, that stuff that makes it so you can look like another person. You just have to put their hair or fingernail clippings in it. Maybe we could have our parents send us a lock of our little brothers' and sisters' hair to use in the potion, then we'd turn into a toddler or a little kid for a few hours."

"You can really do that?"

"And you won't get stuck in that body?"

"Sure. My aunt's an auror. They use it all the time."

Snape begrudgingly brewed a large batch of polyjuice potion and turned it over to the theater department for the play.

The theater department didn't keep things quite as secure as Snape would. During all the hubbub of practice Harry managed to fill a vial and hide it in his robes.

"Potter," Snape snarled, "Why are you not in class?"

"Good afternoon Professor Snape. Ms. Patil passed out in Care of Magical Creatures due to the intensity of the smell emanating from the creature Hagrid was showing us. I escorted her to her dormitory and am returning to class now, sir."

"Detention. 7PM."

Harry and Snape had been playing this little game for a few months now. Snape would show up out of nowhere and ask Harry a question to test Harry's lying skills. If he did a poor job of lying he had a real detention, if he pulled the lie off he'd have a defense lesson detention. Tonight would be defense and Harry would get the hair he needed for the potion.

A spell whizzed by the back of Snape's head as he was bent over the list of spells to teach Potter. Snape's head snapped up and he glared at the teen.

"Sorry, sir. I was practicing last week's tactic, attack while they are distracted."

Snape's eyes narrowed, but he made no comment. He started this week's lesson: use your terrain.

Near the end of the lesson Harry used an augamenti followed by a freezing charm on the floor. Snape slipped and while he was focused on melting the ice and evaporating the water Harry snagged the hairs from the wall behind where Snape had been standing when he'd cast the spell earlier in the evening.

Snape knocked on McGonagall's door. "Minerva, could you give me an update on my Slytherins?"

"Come in Severus."

It only took a few minutes for McGonagall to inform Snape of who was not doing well. Slytherins knew better than to get on the wrong side of Snape and failing to live up to potential would quickly earn his wrath. "Minerva, I need to pick up an order at the apothecary. May I use your floo?"

"Of course Severus."

"Diagon Alley." Snape disappeared in the green flames.

Ten minutes later McGonagall came upon Snape in the hall. "My, that was fast. Did the apothecary have your order?"

Snape hid his lack of comprehension of the question, "The idiots ordered the wrong item. I shall have to return in a few days. You lost our last chess match. Up for a rematch?"

"Your memory is failing you Severus, I won that match. But if you are up for losing again, by all means."

Snape led the way to his quarters and the two spent the next few hours battling on the board.

Meanwhile, "Snape" walked in to Gringotts and approached a teller. "Could I meet with an account manager?"

"This way."

"Snape" rushed back to The Leaky Cauldron. He needed to make it back to the castle before the potion wore off. The goblins were thrilled with his idea for a new company. (They had used blood to confirm his true identity.) According to the goblins all they needed was his signature agreeing to allow them to handle the details. They also assured him that they only agreed to investments that would make money and they were certain Harry's idea of McTacozzia was a real winner.

McGonagall's office was empty when he returned. He decided to stay hidden in the office until he returned to his own body.

Harry retrieved his goal folder from his pocket and un-shrunk it.

Privilege: I've never had a McDonald's dessert. I will try all of them once I achieve the goal.

Goal: Fast Food Night at Hogwarts

Plan: Open a McTacozzia. The Grand Opening will be Fast Food Night. The restaurant will be located in a diner truck with the same charms as the Knight Bus. That way it can be a mobile business at professional Quidditch games, at concerts or at special functions and can travel between the different magical villages. It will also have boxes like those at Edesia's so food can be delivered quickly to homes.

Risky Idea: Use polyjuice potion with Snape's hair to go meet with Gringots about the investment.

Problem: How does the food get to the restaurant?

Harry wrote done next to plan. He drew a thick dark line through the risky idea, because there was still a risk of Snape seeing the plan. Then wrote, being handled by the goblins next to the problem. Then he wrote:

New Problem: How do you make fast food appealing to pure bloods?

Potential Solution: Modify the packaging.

Picture of solution: Harry drew a fry packet with brooms zipping around and a burger wrapper with snitches zooming. (Harry had learned how to make images move in art class.) He drew five taco wrappers, one with griffins, one with badgers, one with snakes, one with ravens and one with all four creatures. Each had an icon trigger at the top so customers could switch from one House's symbol to another, or could have all four symbols if they were too young to have been sorted. Last he sketched a pizza box. On the top he put a big question mark that lifted to reveal a card, similar to the chocolate frog cards, but with the idea that the famous people on the cards would be Quidditch stars or famous musicians.

Harry's stomach grumbled and he suddenly realized where he was and that he should leave. He had prepared an excuse incase McGonagall came back and found him there, but it was better to simply leave now that he was in his own body.

Harry made his way down to the Great Hall for dinner, but was waylaid.

"Potter!" Snape approached him. "Where have you been?"

"I was in the owlery visiting Hedwig, sir. I haven't been giving her enough attention of late."

"Detention, Potter. Now."

Snape stalked toward his office in the dungeons and Harry followed.

"There was a major flaw in your plot today, Potter."

"Plot, sir?"

"This is not one of our games. You screwed up. Do you know how?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

"Then you can stand in the corner until you figure it out."

"But.."

Snape's eyes snapped dangerously.

"Yes, sir." Harry blushed as he headed to the nearest corner. Five year olds were supposed to be given corner-time, not thirteen year olds. He needed to figure this out quickly. What if one of the Slytherins came to Snape's office for some reason and saw him standing there? Harry shuddered at the thought. As quickly as he could he replayed the events in his mind. Suddenly his eyes grew wide, "I didn't confirm your where abouts. McGonagall must have run into you after I left."

"Out of the corner. I distracted her for you, kept her out of her office with a few hours of chess."

"Thank you, sir."

"When you plot you must take into consideration not only your own actions, but those of others. What will you do to ensure you remember this lesson?"

"I'm not sure sir. May I think about it?"

Snape pointed to the corner.

"Crap," thought Harry, "I hadn't meant to end up back in the corner. Maybe that is part of what Snape meant, I need to anticipate others actions before I act. I should have known he'd send me back here before I said that. What am I supposed to do to remember this? Write five hundred lines of, 'I will consider the actions of others before I act?' Write an essay on historical plots that failed and why they failed? Please don't let anyone walk in here right now." Harry blushed bright red as his internal monologue continued, "If anyone saw me standing here I'd never forget this day."

"It appears you have come up with something," stated Snape. "What was it?"

"Please sir, I need some more time."

"I think not."

"Two hundred lines of: I will consider the actions of others before I act."

"That was not what made you blush. The truth Potter."

"Getting caught standing in the corner, sir," Harry turned bright red again.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged."

"Please, sir."

"You didn't take into consideration my location when you acted. Why should I take into consideration yours?" Snape called out, "Aria."

A house elf popped into the room. "You called, Master Potions Master, sir."

"Yes Aria, could you inform Mr. Malfoy that I need a word with him."

"Yes, Master Potions Master, sir." The elf disappeared.

Harry was desperate now. "Three detentions."

No response.

"Five potions essays."

Nothing.

"No allowance for a month."

A knock came at the door.

"One moment," Snape called to the person on the other side. Snape walked over to where Harry stood in the corner.

"The lines are due Monday at the start of class. The first essay is due Monday at 7PM when you arrive for detention. The essay will be of A or O quality or it will not count toward the five. You will continue to inform me of your expenditures and savings and the balance will not go up on either for the next four weeks. Always consider the reactions of others before you speak or act Potter, particularly when devising your own punishment."

Harry blushed again, "Yes, sir."

"You may leave."

Harry swallowed with difficulty, "Thank you sir." Then he vacated the room as calmly as he could, so as not to make Draco curious. "Merlin," thought Harry, "Three detentions, 200 lines and five essays." Then a whoosh of breath, "But no one saw me in the corner, so it's worth it."