Chapter Thirty-One
"Today you will be working on your projects for the Parent Teacher Night," drawled Professor Snape, "I will be confiscating anything I feel is below par, and you will receive a D grade for them. Begin."
"What are you going to do?" whispered William to Harry.
Harry shrugged, "no idea. You?"
William shook his head.
"I can't really think of anything good enough," he replied.
Ron flicked through his textbook.
"Maybe I could invent something that would make Seamus take a hint," he mumbled, glaring at the staring Irish boy as he did so.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but before he could articulate even a single syllable, there was a massive BOOM! And the entire class found themselves covered in a thick apricot coloured gloop.
"Oppps," said Neville/Alex.
Severus glared at the unfortunate boy.
"What," he hissed, "were you attempting to produce, with such dismal results?"
Neville/Alex swallowed nervously.
"Age-Reversing Potion," he said quietly.
Severus scanned the goo-covered class.
"Thankfully," he snarled, "it appears you have failed."
"Ummm, sir?" said Ron.
"What?" snapped Snape.
"Harry's gone,"
The class began to search the room frantically.
"He's here!" cried William. "But he's …"
Will held up a small black-haired boy.
"… about six years old," he finished.
"I want juice!" squeaked Mini-Harry.
Severus groaned.
"I feel funny …," moaned Draco.
The rest of the class nodded in agreement.
Severus rubbed his brow slowly as he viewed his class.
"And I thought they were immature previously," he muttered.
"The Sixth Year Potions Class have been turned into six year olds!" announced Dumbledore during Lunch. "The Seventh Year students will look after them until Professor Snape can find the anti-dote!"
"This must be some sort of joke," muttered a pale Slytherin boy.
"And it's not a joke!" added Dumbledore, treating his students to a Level Three eye twinkle. "Although it is terribly funny!"
"We've got to do something," declared Marietta Edgecombe, "they're driving us all insane!"
The rest of the Seventh Years nodded as they murmured their agreements.
"That's why I've called this meeting," declared Cho Chang, "there has got to be something one of the teachers can do to make them normal again."
"We could feed them Aging Potion," suggested Marcus Flint.
"Tried it on Seamus," said Katie Bell, "just gave him the hiccups."
Angelina Johnson checked her watch.
"We should go," she said, "they'll be awake soon."
The group shuddered in unison.
"Who knew that small people could be so scary," muttered Cedric Diggory.
Cho Chang scanned the Great Hall.
Food plastered the walls and floors. Messy stick figures decorated any available surface. Toys littered the room. And, constantly, there came the pitter-patter of little feet, and the squeaked questions that could only come from the six-year old mind.
"What's that?"
"Can I have it?"
"Is that yours?"
"Do you love girls?"
"How do cats catch mice?"
"Why?"
"Do you have cooties?"
"Do I have to?"
"Why?"
"How does it work?"
"Can I have some?"
"Who's that?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
Cho stood up from the Ravenclaw Table.
"I can't take it anymore!" she screamed. "When will they be back to normal?!"
Dumbledore checked his watch.
"Well, well," he said, "it's been almost two weeks! I guess they should grow up now."
And, with a wave of his hand, the Sixth Years were back to their original ages.
"You could turn them back all along?" demanded Cho.
Dumbledore twinkled happily.
"Yup!" he said.
"Why didn't you do it earlier then?" said Cho, slightly exasperated.
Dumbledore shrugged.
"Just for shits and giggles, I guess,"