Potions problems

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
Summery: Neville screwed up another potion that has dire consequences for Harry and Snape.


Chapter 1.


Potion’s class was excruciating for one half of the class. The Gryffindor half were all thinking about ways of making Snape’s life a misery. Well almost everyone. Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, killer of the most evil dark lord ever, was not thinking about harming the professor. He was instead day dreaming about all the things he would like to do to Snape with his mouth. He would run his tongue all over his pale skin stopping to nip at the skin.

Harry sighed he could almost taste Snape. He was sure that this was the reason as to why he was so bad at potions. His nice smelling, sexy, dark and brooding potions master always distracted him. A hissing noise drew Harry’s attention to the cauldron next to his.

The potion that they were working on was supposed to be a light blue but Neville’s was more of a muddy brown and it was hissing. Not only was it hissing it was bubbling as well.

“Longbottom what is going on here?” Snape demanded as he stormed toward them. Neville retreated until he hit the work desk behind them. Harry on the other hand was still standing right next to the cauldron when it gave a large pop before exploding. The scolding liquid hit the walls and ceiling while the occupants of the room ducked under their tables. Harry watched as the brown goo made it’s way down and dived beneath the table before any of it hit him. But Severus Snape was not as lucky. He was soaked in the potion and all he could think was that he was going to kill Longbottom before he lost consciousness.


Harry was standing outside the hospital wing nervously chewing on his bottom lip. Once the commotion of the exploding cauldron was over Harry had stayed back to help Draco get Snape to the hospital wing.

“Harry you need to calm down. I’m sure he’s fine.” Draco said from his position on the wall.

“I don’t see why you care.” Ron’s voice said as he turned the corner. He stopped when he saw Draco leaning casually against the wall. “What the hell is Malfoy doing here?”

Harry sighed. He really didn’t want to go through all of this again. It was bad enough that he found that Ron and Hermione had originally become his friends for the fame but to have him always fighting with his true friend was just too much.

“I’m here Weasel because my head of house is in the hospital wing and am keeping a friend company.” Draco drawled.

“Oh please don’t act like you’re here out of the kindness of your heart.” Hermione said. This always shocked Harry. Hermione had always preached about house unity but when Harry made peace with Draco she had blown.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you.” Harry said reminding his two former friends about what they had done.

The two Gryfindor’s were saved from answering by the infirmary’s doors opening to allow Dumbledor to leave.

“Ah hello.” He greeted the four teenagers with a twinkle. “I’m sure you’re all wondering about Professor Snape’s condition I’m afraid that it is in his best interests to only allow two of you in.”

“I’m going.” Draco said leaving no room for discussion.

“I imagined as much.” The head master said. “Harry why don’t you accompany Mr Malfoy.”

Harry nodded before moving into the ward with Draco.

“So what do you think happened to him?” Harry whispered.

“I don’t know but I hope it’s not anything serious.” Draco replied allowing his concern for his godfather to show.

The two teens stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the figure sitting in the bed that was supposed to be occupied by Snape.

“No way.” Was all Harry was able to say. This drew the attention of the person on the bed to the two.

“Uncle Sev?” Draco asked as he went closer to the bed. He couldn’t believe that this was his godfather, the man who had taught him all he knew about potions.

“Uncle?” The person questioned. Draco nodded at the young man who he assumed was his godfather. The only thing was that this man was not really a man but a teenager. He couldn’t have been older then them Draco reasoned.

“Professor what happened to you?” Harry asked. Onyx eyes snapped to him reminding him of the older version of the man. The person in the bed however was not at all like that man. He was the Snape Harry had seen in the pensive. The man still had his lanky black hair and hard eyes but his nose was straight and his skin wasn’t as pale as it had been an hour ago.

“Mr Potter I would assume that it is obvious what has happened to him. It appears that the potion that landed on him has de-aged him.” Madame Pomfrey told Harry and Draco. “Now against my better judgement Professor Dumbledor wishes for the two of you to get Mr Snape up to speed with what is happening now.”
With that the matron left two slightly apprehensive teens to deal with a de-age Snape.


Okay so I know it’s a little cliché but hey
Tell me what you think
This is my first attempt at Harry/Snape.
Jinx.