A certain gryffindor golden boy runs late for potions. He bumps into a desk with a clatter Harry is drenched with the contents of the cauldron. Moldy voldy died the first time and stayed dead. Please be nice and don't judge me to harshly! this is my first story and I want feed back about things I can make better! Also anything 'Harry Potter' related in this story is not mine! The idea for this story is mine tho! Thanks to @The_Awesome7 for the cover edit💚