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Harry found himself running down a familiar corridor with Ron at his side when a high pitched scream echoed from the locked chamber behind them.
Not a scream of fear or terror, though it certainly inspired those emotions from the way Ron cringed away at the sound.
Sighing, Harry turned back towards the bathroom and the irate Hermione within. Ron hesitantly followed at his heels. The door disintegrated violently as they approached and Hermione stormed out, her hair standing on end and every inch of her painted with a fine mist of troll blood.
“You absolute ARSE Ronald Weasely!” she yelled. “‘ I’ve got it under control Hermione ’, ‘ It’ll be fine Hermione .’” She stamped her foot, a mannerism that always seemed to subconsciously come back when they reverted.
“Decades of work down the drain. Ugh! I’ll have to start from scratch all over again. Do you have any idea how complicated the spellwork was to start raising Atlantis? Let alone the tedium of the thousands of preservation charms cast, at the bottom of the ocean before I could even get to that point?”
There was a thundering of steps as McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrel came down the hall towards them.
“What on Ear-” McGonagall started before a sweep of Hermione’s wand transformed the three of them into giant tortoises.
“I was in the middle of an incredibly interesting translation of an inscription on the wall of the throne room and you have made me — lose — my — place.” Each word punctuated with a prod against Ron’s chest.
Two of the tortoises appeared to be looking around in confusion while the other made its way slowly but surely making down the hall towards them.
Harry broke in for the first time. “You know I do think he is going to try to bite you for that.” He said, nodding at the tortoise that was clearly Snape, whose mouth was snapping open and closed with each step.
Hermione glared at him.
“You two can take care of Tom and Quirrel and the memory charms on the school. I am going to the Room to copy down as much of my notes as I can remember while I start brewing the aging potion. I am not going through puberty or juvenile schooling again just because Ron wanted to ride a Nundu.”