Harry was quietly brewing his potions in class. It was his 8th year at Hogwarts. The war had ended, though afterward came a big surprise.

Snape was alive!!!

Harry, who thought he'd watched him die, was particularly surprised. The professor gave no explanation to the incident, leaving Harry to guess.

Harry cast a glance at the professor who was walking near Seamus and Neville's cauldron. Snape seemed all the same other than a few differences.

He had stopped nagging at Harry so much. That's not to say he was kind, at all, but he didn't criticize the boy's work as much. In fact, he barely looked at the boy at all. When the professor did he NEVER met Harry's eyes.

A bright light filled the room along with a foul odor. He looked to see seamus and Nevilles pot. The professor seemed to be in his own world until he looked over and saw. There wasn't even a moment to react. The rest of the class had already ducked for cover, Neville and Seamus behind the desk behind them. Snape, on the other hand got full blast. He had opened his mouth to yell the second he saw it and ended up with a mouth full of potion.

He tried to spit it out, but the damage was done. Harry watched the professor gag at the probably untasteful flavor if the smell was any indication. As he hunched over couching, gagging and spitting he seemed to shrink into his robes.

What? The class watched, wondering what the potion did. A couple of Ravenclaws were taking down notes and bugging the two for specific details on how they made the potion.

Snape was finally done coughing and looked at himself clothes now to big. "Shit!" He exclaimed taking a vile and scooping the potion up in it.

He looked around. "Yes, I'm short. Get back to work!" He snapped. A few students giggled. "I don't think your just shorter professor." A Slytherin pointed out, spelling a hand mirror in front of their teacher. Confused, Snape looked at himself. His face fell.

Instantly he turned to the Gryffindors who made the potion and deducted a maximum amount of points he could and adding an each on the end, doubling it before storming off into his office.

Harry had watched to whole thing, very confused about how he felt about the younger Snape. His voice didn't sound like he'd even hit puberty yet.

Everybody walked out of that class with a very different view of their greasy potions master.