Hi, so this is my first upload to this site. In fact, it is my first upload to any site, so any reviews are welcome.

This is a random idea that popped into my head one day, and I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: This will be slash, so don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, no matter how much I would like to.

The four boys sat in the back of the potions lab, chatting aimlessly about the latest rumour – that Snape, the teacher currently missing from his classroom, was secretly in love with McGonagall. However, their whispering soon stopped as soon as the greasy haired potions master swept into the classroom, and started drawling about the latest potion they would be brewing.

"Today, you will be brewing a potion which allows the user to travel in time. It is similar to the time turner. Don't mess it up. I don't want to explain to Dumbledore why some of my students are suddenly missing. Wear gloves. Begin." Snape waved his wand, and the instructions appeared on the board.

"Wicked," Dean smirked, "A time travelling potion, something interesting for once."

"Tell me about it, normal pairs?" Ron asked. The other three nodded, and the group split in half, Ron and Harry standing around one cauldron, and Dean and Seamus around another. Harry and Dean walked up to the front of the class to collect the ingredients for the unusual potion.

"Did you see the look on Parkinson's face when we walked in?" Dean asked.

"I know," Harry agreed. "She looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge and then had to stare at naked pictures of Snape for a long time."

"We should pull that prank sometime. Bet Malfoy would like it." The two boys exchanged grins, and collected the necessary ingredients.

Everyone in the class set quietly to their potions, most of the sixth years fascinated by the unique qualities of the potion they were mixing. However, over in the slytherin portion of the classroom, Pansy Parkinson had over heard the comments made by the two griffindors earlier that lesson. "Hmph," she thought, "Just because Potter defeated the Dark Lord, it really doesn't make him that great. And those comments about Draco were unnecessary. Just because he happens to like teachers, ergh, disgusting, it doesn't mean everyone else has to. He needs to get taken down a peg or two. The punishment he rightfully deserves."

Pansy started to formulate her plan, which she was sure would get smug Potter and his ghastly Griffindor friends detention with Snape – a Griffindor's worst nightmare. Carefully, she walked up to the front of the classroom, and picked up a jar of two ingredients on the front desk. When she looked carefully at the jars, she saw she had picked up 'grindylow juice' and 'pixie eyes'.

Smirking, Pansy made her way over to the famous Griffindors cauldrons with some of the ingredients in each hand. When she was standing near them, she pretended to trip, and steadied herself between the two cauldrons. Carefully, she dropped the ingredients in, making sure the four boys didn't notice. Smirking, she grabbed a jarful of the nearest ingredients and drawled, "Sorry, I needed to borrow these."

Rapidly, she retreated back to her own cauldron, not wanting to be caught up in whatever side effects the potion was going to create.

"What happened?" Seamus asked, confused as to why both his and Deans, and Harry and Rons potions now had to consistency of tomato ketchup, stank like his cousins farm, and were an odd purple colour. In the past, this would have been expected, but recently all four had started getting higher grades, and potions failures weren't common any more.

"That's weird. They were perfect a second ago," Ron added, his face the picture of confusion.

"I bet it had something to do with Parkinson," Harry scowled, "I think we should probably-" And with that, the two cauldrons loudly exploded, covering the four boys in a now slightly orange potion. Just as the potion was starting to drip, the boys disappeared. The only evidence of the potion ever existing was the cauldrons, now melted beyond repair.

"What the devil happened here?" Snape scowled. "When I find out who was responsible for this, they will be severely punished. Maybe expelled. I want you to know that the disappearance of these four students could result in a danger to their lives. When I said don't mess with these potions, I meant it." Snape shouted, loosing his composure for the first time anyone could remember.

"How do you know it wasn't an accident, Sir?" a bushy haired Griffindor asked.

"Granger, it is rumoured that you actually have a brain." Snape drawled sarcastically. "Use it. Four boys dissapear whilst working at separate cauldrons, with the same substance over them. Also, Potter, Finnigan, Weasley and Thomas actually had good grades in this class, which is better than can be said for most of you. When I find out who did this they will be most severely punished."

Snape narrowed his eyes. Who would want to punish the four boys. Not Granger, they might not be friends, but she wouldn't have the cunning. No, the only house with the nerve to pull this off was his own. Who was in the class? Crabbe and Goyle, no, they had no brains. Nott, also no, he actually enjoyed potions classes, and wouldn't want to interrupt them with immature tricks. Greengrass, no, she had no reason to want to punish the four. In fact the only Slytherin who would want to interfere with the boys potions was Pansy Parkinson.

"Parkinson, stay. The rest of you are dismissed. Do not spread rumours about this incident." Snape grabbed a small bottle of potion from his cabinet, and roughly dragged Pansy up to the headmaster's office.

"Headmaster," he said, as soon as he entered the room, "Miss. Parkinson here is responsible for the disappearances of Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Thomas, and Mr. Finnigan." Snape could see concern flash in the headmasters eyes.

"How did this occur, Severus?"

"Parkinson decided to add some extra ingredients to the potions they were brewing, it was the time potion, I am sure you know how fragile it can be when messed with."

"You can't prove it." Pansy shrieked, in a desperate attempt to plead innocent.

"Oh no, Headmaster, your permission please," Snape said, holding up the bottle of potion he had carried with him. "This, Miss Parkinson, is verituserum, I'm sure you know how it works. So, either you plead guilty, or we find out if you really are."

"Fine then, I did it. They deserved it. They're all smug Griffindor idiots who need to be taken down a peg. I was just assisting in an important life lesson." Pansy smirked.

"Miss. Parkinson, you will be seriously punished for your actions." Dumbledore said, his voice level, but his eyes telling a different story. "For now you are confined to your dormitory in Slytherin, your parents will be contacted and you will notified of your punishment in due course. Severus, please escort her to the dungeons." Dumbledore watched the two leave his office.

Dumbledore sighed, these feuds amongst the students really were getting out of hand. At least he knew the four students were safe.