Summary: If you were the most feared wizard in the world, and one day you found out that you've been turned into a child again. What would you do?

And if you were looked after by a mudblood at Hogwarts…

Chapter three: Careless mistakes

But, taking into account that nobody would ever know that… Maybe I could reconsider my options. I smirked dangerously. I was going to turn this boring class into a very interesting one and a little bit of candy wasn't going to avoid it.

I could be delightfully bad, even being a child, and by the way, a very pretty child.

The whole class was dank, something quite normal if you take into account that the room was near the dungeons. In normal situations he would enjoy it. Sinister walls, dimly lights, scared people… but there was something that he didn't like. The feeling of tension in the air was not by him.

- What's wrong? Why are you like if the Dark Lord was going to appear here? – He asked sardonically. Who said that he didn't have sense of humour?

- Once again, our Defence against the Dark Art's teacher has resigned and until Dumbledore doesn't employ someone else the classes will be divided. So, we will be half an hour with Snape. Can you imagine? We will have to bear him in potions and DADA.

Filthy brats. Snape?. Snape is not a problem to him; after all he is his master. As soon as the other teacher, whose name is not worth knowing it, left the room the students drove crazy.

- He is coming!- a stupid blond boy shouted five seconds later, running towards his place. I couldn't do anything else but raise my elbow. All the students were making a big mess running around me trying to tidy up all their things. It was almost annoying. He didn't even provoke so much agitation and he was the dark lord. Bloody Snape.

The door was closed by a big slam. Professor Snape had arrived. He walked step by step enjoying seeing the face of his students. His cloak made a funny noise moving it. He turned left smiling.

- My dear students. Most of you are pathetic witches and wizard and you will be lucky if someone bestows a pacific death on you; otherwise, you will end dying in the Diagon alley. I'm not here to waste my time and how I'm sure that your boyish minds are too short to understand what I'm suppose to explain to you I've decided to do an exam.

Shouts didn't take longer to be listened.

-And of course, who don't pass the exam will not be allowed to come to my classes. So good luck, you'll need it. Instructions are on the blackboard- He finished hissing his words.

Quite funny. He had enjoyed the show, the perfect speech, well done prepare, the glance of superiority and of course the "bad-boy-smile". His performance was almost as scary as his. Although his "bad-boy-smile" was a simple copy of his.

- Great – Hermione said ironically- it is our first week at Hogwarts and we are told to do a Vraiden potion! He's crazy. Tom never do this potion is dangerous is dark and why the hell are we doing potions if we are in DADA?- She whispered quickly.

Calm down witch! Five minutes with you and I have headache. You are supposed to be the cleverest at Hogwarts.

After a while she was focused on the potion leaving him all the required time to plot his revenge.

It didn't took me a long time find my next victims. Oh yes! Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. He was genius. He would play a joke on them. Why them? The first one had dared to copy his smile! It took him years to perfect this smile and I was not going to tolerate that a Professor copied it, and the second; well… I could never put up with blond people.

Let's begin. My lovely child if you have done your homework you will know that the Vraiden potion is quite similar to Veritaserum potion and you have to be careful not to mixed the ingredients in the wrong time because you can get Veritaserum instead of Vraiden.

Tom jumped from his seat smirking when Hermione was not paying attention to him so he was almost free to start his little game.

He went next to Malfoy, it was a great perk the fact of being invisible, and with a quick movement he put back his clock.

That would be enough. After all, he was "the prince of Slytherin" title that in his student days belonged to him.

Moving across the room he observed his follower correcting some exams. He could never do such a thing. Professors are humans, so they are used to making mistakes, so they don't have problems in correct other's mistakes, but; he was perfect. It was easy to understand. He doesn't make any mistake.

As I was saying Snape was correcting exams, which were in a big heap in a corner of the table. Smiling he got closer to Snape's table. It would be terrible if "someone" flung something at the table and "who- knows-why" all the papers spread out noisily on the ground. Unluckily the only one who was near enough to do it… it was Malfoy!.

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