AN: Okay, just to make things clear; this story is and has always been written to be molded into the fifth book [in my case the movie, since I didn't really read the books.] Yes, the dialogue in this prologue is pretty much exactly the same from the movie BECAUSE the story is being molded around it. I do not take credit for the lines and such because, of course, I didn't not create it. I own the made up memory for Snape, however, and the girl in the memories.

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What if the past everyone knows was a lie? What if the object of his affections was not Lily? What if there was someone else?

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Prologue: Memories

Young Harry smiled at the reflection of his parents with him in the Mirror of Erised but his eyes jumped to the greasy haired potion teacher's reflection right in between James and Lilly. "How sentamental," he said dully before the memory ended.

"That's private," Harry said through pants of breath. He brought his arm up to wipe the sweat off his forhead.

Snape just stared at him and simply replied, "Not to me, it isn't. Not to the Dark Lord if you don't improve." He quickly moved towards the chair Harry was sitting in. "Every memory he has access to, he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind." He stopped for a moment. "You're just like your father. Lazy! Arrogant!"

Harry stood up in anger. What right did Snape have to say those things of his father. "Don't say a word against my father!"

"Weak!"

"I'm not weak!"

"Then prove it!" Snape slowly backed away. "Control your emotions! Discipline you mind!" He readied himself then pointed his wand at Harry. "Legilimens!"

Harry groaned in pain as more of his memories are shown to Snape. His nightmares of Voldemort, laughing with his friends, the picture of his parents dancing. At the memory of Harry reuniting with his godfather Sirius, Snape drones, "I may vomit." before leaving the memories.

"Stop it!" Harry almost whimpers.

"Is this what you call control?"

"We've been at it for hours! If I could just rest!" Harry said as he walked towards the potions table, where a glass of water was waiting for him.

Snape steped towards Harry causing the young male to almost fall back against the table. "The Dark Lord isn't resting!" He stopped, almost grinding his teeth as he backed away. "You and Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been. Well, it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently saw to it."

"My father was a great man!"

Snape grabbed Harry's shirt and threw the male back into the chair he was in before. "Your father was a swine!" He pointed his wand at him again while Harry regained himself and stood up. "Legili-"

Harry's wand was pointed right back at the professor as he shouted, "Protego!"

Snape's spell bounced from Harry, right back to him, showing Harry his own memories.

The Great Hall was decorated with Christmas decorations but there were very few students around to enjoy them, meaning it had to be winter break. It flashed to the table farthest to the right where only one person sat; a female with long auborn colored hair and sea green eyes.

She was picking at the food that sat in front of her as her eyes stayed on the green candle in front of her. It's flame seemed happy but she didn't. She got fed up with it after only a mere second and blew the flame out.

It flashed to a young man walking over to the table and sitting across from her. From the greasy black hair, one could tell it was Snape. "Morning," he greeted her, a small smile coming to his lips.

She looked at him and smiled back, seeming to be much happier with him there. "Hey."

He looked over to the candle and snapped his fingers, leaving the index finger sticking out with a little flame on it. He tapped his index finger on the wick of the candle, making the flame leave his finger and bring the candle back to life, also causing the girl to chuckle softly.

The memory quickly jumped from the happy to the sad as Harry was shown Snape and the girl in a small bedroom aruging. "Why can't you accept this?" Snape almost shouted in her face.

She stared at him, hurt in her eyes. "Accept? How can I accept you following Voldemort? Might as well call him here and have me killed now!" she sobbed, leaving the room with a slam of the door behind her.

"Enough!" Snape shouted through the memory as he pushed Harry out. "Enough..," he hissed once more.

He stepped over to Harry and grabbed him by the shirt, glaring into the young man's green eyes. "Your lesson's are at an end."

"I didn't mean-"

"Get-out," the greasy haired male growled, forcefully releasing Harry.

The fifth year Gryffindor seemed to almost run out of the potions dungeon, leaving Snape to stare into space, pondering the memories that had dug up in his mind. The girl's smiling face was there staring back at him. A memory that he had tried to forget had come back to him and it wasn't going to leave.