It was a normal day in the potions room and the potion master was just as cruel as ever, today they were making temporal youth potions, so far there had been nineteen failures and one success and there was only one student left. Snape moved over to Hermione’s caldron, "Well miss Granger are you going to live up to your expectations or should I call madam Ponfrey to prepare another crib" He paused and in a strained voice he said "and of course as this is such a difficult potion, I... personally... award... a.... large...nnnummber... oooofffff.... points tooooo... ttthhheee house that suc...suc...succeeds" A colossal gasp came from all, and while snape turned round to settle the class no one noticed Draco malfoy pulling a blue vial from his pocket, he unscrewed the lid and while the room was still in confusion, he tossed the vial and all the potion fell into Hermione’s caldron. He knowing what was going to happen next he smiled.
Snape walked back to hermiones caldron, "Know miss Granger" he said "If you have got this potion right it should temporally reduce you to half your age for about three minutes, are you ready? Or are you going to admit it won't work, here and know and save yourself a week or two in a crib or nursery school?" Hermione paused for a moment, she had second thoughts about this, but she would show him, her potion was going to work. Granted she didn't want to become eight and a half again but it was only for a few minutes. "I'm ready" she said "and don't worry it will work", she put her cup in to the caldron and taking it out, held her nose and swallowed the whole mixture, and then she waited.
And waited and waited, but nothing happened, even snape looked surprised, while everyone was starring, no one noticed the purple liquid in the caldron turning clear, after twelve minutes, snape looked down into the caldron, and a cruel smile came other his face, “Attention everyone" he said, "The bad news is miss Granger hear has made the worst youth potion in nine hundred years and as such I am deducting forty points from Gryffindor and a extra ten for over confidence", several portions of the class started laughing, but snape hushed them he hadn't finished, "However he continued miss Granger has made a perfectly clean caldron of water which must be rewarded" it paused for a moment "If she had been her five hundred years earlier before we got a filter" the laughter restart louder than ever.
A few hours later
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, but she couldn't seem to get any sleep, and she knew why, she couldn't believe she had made such a big mistake in potions today, harry had tried to convince her it was a fluke (Ron was in the medical wing having the last of the effects of his faulty potion take off him), but she wouldn't hear it, she the brightest witch in her year making as snape said the worst youth potion in nine hundred years, the humiliation, there was no way she was going to get any sleep tonight... unless. She reached over to her bed side table and picked up her wand, " afromoss insensider morphius" she said and soon after there was silence.
Hermione could not get peace even in her dreams though, she had a horrible nightmare that she was a baby and she was in a crib and she needed help with something but no matter how much she cried no one came, and then suddenly the how place burst into flames and she was trapped and the flames were getting closer and closer, she woke up with a gaunt, it was just a dream she told herself, it was just a dream, it was then she noticed something odd, her sheets were wet. In an instant she ripped off the covers and to her horror she saw she had wet the bed. The sheets, the mattress, her pyjamas they were all soaking wet. Hermione's face turned as red as a beetroot, she looked at the clock, 6:34 it read. A while before anyone else usually got up, after cleaning everything up with her wand and removing the smell, Hermione consulted herself on what had happened, had she been so stressed that she forgot to go to the toilet last night? No she was sure that wasn't it, but what else could it be? In the end she decided it was just the nerves, she got dressed and went down to wait for the others for breakfast.
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