Disclaimers: Yes, I have finished primary school, middle school, high school and university. Yes, I have written ten books, and had each published. Yes, I have hade millions from these blockbuster books. Yes, each of these books has been made into fantastic movies. NOT. I am really in middle school, curly haired brunette-blonde, who wears glasses when she doesn't wear contacts and attends a catholic school and who has an odd fascination with Twilight, Harry Potter, Michael Jackson, Archaeology, Paleontology, movie special effects, directing, movie editing, computer nerding, and mini coupe cars. SO no, I am probably not JK Rowling. Oh, and I borrowed ONE SENTENCE from Stephanie Meyer's The Host. If anyone gets it, the first person I think can choose an event or pairing or something. Oh, but I swapped 'she' for 'he' in the sentence.

Warnings: Same as last chapter. Slash, HP/SS, SB/RL, swearing, grotesque injuries and Vindictive!DeathEaters, Silly!DumblyDorey, Nearly!Normality, dead!Riddle.

A/N Okaaayyy… I think this story won't be too long. My stories tend to be fast-paced. Like the ones I write a school, cos obviously this is my only story on here…

Oh, and in this, this is Harry's sixth year, but instead he defeated voldemort the same way as in DH, but in the department of Mysteries in fifth year. Sorry if there a bit OOC

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The inside of Severus' head felt as though a herd of hippogriffs had enjoyed a party inside of it and had eaten his mind as refreshments. He felt groggy, sore, stiff, and had an awful taste in his mouth. Everything was dark. Well, as far as he knew. Though the fact that it was dark probably had something to do with his eyes being closed. He wondered where his eyes were. In opening his eyes, he found where they were. However, he instantly closed them again. Ouch. Too much light. It was painful. And that wasn't all that was painful. His entire torso and a back felt raw and very, very, very sore. His back felt as though he would never move again, and his face and throat felt very tender. It was also slightly difficult to breathe. His left side felt horribly painful, excruciating, and his stomach was in turmoil. Just then, he felt an insane need to cough. Oh… so that was what the disgusting aftertaste in his mouth was. He'd been coughing up blood. Just then he noticed that he felt quite a bit smaller than usual. Almost… shrunken. And he was most definitely NOT wearing his robes. He seemed to only be wearing a pair of black sleep pants. The indignity! Whoever dressed him in this was going to pay. Painfully.

But there was a presence beside him. And hands cleaning up the blood and dabbing at his side with a cloth. Severus decided to make sure that the fact that he was conscious known.

"What the fuck?" He groaned out. The hand paused.

"Madam Pomfrey! He's awake!" A voice that sounded very familiar shouted out. That same voice then addressed him. "Good Morning, Professor. Are you okay?"

"What the fuck happened?!"

"I think Dumbledore could help more, sir."

"Indeed I can, Harry, Severus." Dumbledore entered the infirmary and said with a nod. "It is good to see you awake, Severus. Apparently during your duel training a particularly nasty spell caught you and took effect. It's an unauthorized curse which causes severe injuries and excruciating pain, as I'm sure you've found for yourself."

"Yes, funnily enough, I noticed," Replied the potions master sarcastically, "but exactly how long have I been unconscious?"

Dumbledore and Potter looked at each other quickly, then back at Severus. Nervously, Harry replied,

"Two weeks."

Severus bolted up from the bed.

"TWO WEEKS?!" he shouted, furious.

"It was an unauthorized, barely known spell, Severus. We thought for your and everybody else's safety, it would be easiest to treat you unconscious. Not only that, We couldn't wake you up." Dumbledore paused, the twinkle gone from his eyes, and continued, "The rogue magic also had another effect, Severus."

"This does not sound good, Albus." He replied icily, obviously tensing and trying to keep control of himself.

"Yes, well, good probably isn't a nice way to describe it. This spell seems to have had an anti-aging effect, no doubt in attempts to make the opponent incapable of fighting."

" Potter," the furious potions master growled very, very lowly, "What have you done to me?"

The boy bowed his head, and Albus shot Severus a sharp look.

"You have de-aged to the same age as Harry here, Severus. You are sixteen again."

"WHAT?!" Severus Jumped up, only to collapse again. Harry jumped forward and supported him back to the bed. Madam Pomfrey came rushing in, apologizing about falling asleep. Nobody paid any attention to her.

" Get OFF me, Potter. This is your fault in the first place."

Harry just grinned and backed off, settling down again in his chair.

"Severus, we need to figure out what we are going to do."

"Well, Headmaster, I want to be back to normal as soon as possible, though you should know that. What is the cure?"

" That's the problem, Severus. There isn't one."

Until now, Harry and been sitting quietly on his chair, listening. Now, however…

"What? There's no cure? He's stuck like this forever?" At this he gestured towards Professor Snape.

"Potter, SHUT UP!" Croaked out the professor, still in shock. "Headmaster, I will have to get down to my potions lab. I need to brew a cure as soon as possible."

" You are being quite calm about this, Severus. Thank you. But you cannot possibly brew an antidote in your state, or at all, for that matter."

"Yes, well, Potter stole my lines. And god help me, if you do not let me down to my potions lab then I will not be calm for much longer!"

"Severus. I don't think it would be a good idea if people knew what has happened. Harry would be cursed many times by the Slytherins, and you would be cursed by everybody else, I imagine. In any case, I shall set Horace and Minerva onto finding a cure as soon as possible. Until then, I think it would be best if you attended sixth year again, with Harry here!"

"NO!" shouted the professor, so loudly a few windows smashed.

"Professor, what else are you going to do?" asked Harry, after sharing a look with Dumbledore.

"Brew my potions!" he snarled loudly.

Harry and the headmaster shared a grin, then said in unison,

"OUTVOTED!"

Severus began muttering under his breath something neither Harry nor Dumbledore could hear, though both picked up on certain words such as 'imbecile', 'insane', 'juvenile', 'nitwit', and 'dunderhead'. Both chuckled. Dumbledore then said,

" You shall be an exchange student from Australia. You may choose a fake name, and you will be re-sorted. I always thought we Sorted too young."

"What's the point in having me re-sorted? I am a slytherin by nature, and that hasn't changed."

"Slytherin by nature, Severus? No, I don't believe so. Maybe once, but not now."

At that point Madam Pomfrey scurried over, saving Dumbledore from a hex from the very shocked looking Snape.

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A/n. Okay, still short, but it turns out I work better with short chaps but quick updates. Anyway, so yeah….. I don't think I can write very well. And it's the last day of the weekend, but I will be working on this at school and everything.

Yeah, Severus is very out of character, but I intend on making him cuddly later on, so he will be OOC a lot I think. Well, I'll try and make them longer, and update quick!

PLEASE REVIEW! CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS APPRECIATED! USELESS flames will be used to make lovely slashy marshmallows.

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