This is a pre-hogwarts Story which I am hoping will become the first in a series. This is another Snape raisies Harry fic but with a difference I hope. Please review and let me know. Let me know if you think you know is who the women is. I' m interested to see if anyone cna guess from the clues I have left. Thanks.

I suffer from dyslexia. I had tried to remove all spelling and grammar mistake but there could be a few that remain. Please be understanding about this. Thanks

I do not Harry Potter. No matter how much i want to.

Chapter One:

Another Halloween

Cursing as the drink burned down his throat and the fire behind him crackled and spat, it was five years today that he lost the only person in the world that he cared about. Five years today that the beautiful flower was crush and the delicate petals plucked ruthless from it. Oh Lily, dearest sweet Lily. A single tear seeped down his cheek and onto the photo that he clung to as if his sanity and life depended on it. So much beauty, so much spirit, so much life destroyed, casted away like it was worthless, meaningless. It was enough to melt the coldest and hardest of hearts.

Chugging down another glass of alcohol, Snape furiously wiped away the tear. Why was he crying? This pain he deserved and he did not have the right to feel better; no he deserved all of this. With these bitter and self-hating thoughts swirling around his mind, more tears poured down his cheek as he reached half blind towards the closest bottle. He was not even sure what he was drinking anymore as he finished of the Firewhisky ages ago, sucked all Liquor dry and now had moved onto the cheaper, tasteless wine that people gave away on special occasion. This foul concoction he was drinking was one those that are given away at the potion conference every year. Cheap and tacky. It was doing the job thought, every slip was burying the pain a little bit deeper, making it possible to ignore.

Shivering against the cold that had come early this year, Snape refused to allow himself to remember anything. It brings too much pain, too much guilt…. Dear Merlin, entire thing was his fault! Why did he tell The Dark Lord? Oh Lily, how could she ever forgive him? What can he do to right this wrong? Collapsing into the nearest chair Snape pour himself another drink before holding it up in a mock toast to himself.

"To Snape the lowest slum on this planet," he drained the drink and threw the glass into the nearby fire. "Prey that he gets the death that he deserves."

Bang!

A bright pink light flooded the room and for one moment Snape's alcohol fuelled brain thought the thrown glass in the fire had caused the blinding light… until he realised how foolish that was. As the light faded it took a few moments for Snape's eyes to refocus, the blurriness fading, and for a moment Snape thought he was seeing things. After blinking a couple Snape still just as confused, just as shocked; maybe it was the alcohol but standing in his room as if she belonged there was a young women. What in the world was going on?

The women was small, probably a head shorter than Snape but she held herself high like a proud and powerful women. She had long straggly, waist-length blonde hair that blew in some imagery wind . Her eyes were starting, large and bright but also piercing as if she could see in your very soul. There was a strange aura about her; a sense of power, old magic but also complete and utter dottiness. Snape was sure he had never seen this women before as he would remember someone like this.

Raising his wound Snape was going to stun her and ask questions later. No one broke into his house, especially while he was there. The woman smiled and stretched out her hand as if she was waiting fr Snape to give her his wand. Not bloody likely, that for sure. How dare she have the nerve to act like that in his own house? Bring his wand down he was speechless as his wand flew from his fingertips into her outstretched wand.

"Who the hell are you?" snarled Snape as he found his voice. Glaring at her with a look that had most people running from him. Without his wand he felt powerless against this woman. Who was she that she could disarm him with a wave of her hand? "Leave now."

To Snape's admonishment this woman giggled; it was quite and childish giggle that seemed out of place at this moment. Sweeping her hair out of her eyes she smiled brightly at Snape

"You're just how I remember you," she said in sing song voice as she looked Snape up and down. "I feared I would not be able to reach you."

"Who are you? In fact it does not matter, get out of my house now," demanded Snape but to his growing frustration she did nothing but blink at him. Getting angry he decided to make her get out. Swiping at her he stared in horror as his fingers glided through her as if she was… "W-what –"

"I am image made from the crossing of time, sent back by the most powerful wizard to walk this earth," she said in the same way that someone would comment on the weather. This woman gave off a rather dreamily, rather erm, unique vibe. "It's my past, your future. "

The clock chimed and the young woman frowned before mournfully turning back to Snape.

"I have not got much time," she said quietly. "The night is getting old."

"I do not understand."

"This is our only chance, I cannot let the future happen," she said as she twirled a piece a hair around her fingers. Snape narrowed his eyes, she is nervous. The slight tremble of her hands, the constant twitching and hair twirling shows how uncomfortable and desperate she is. "The wizarding world will be lost, magic will disappear if we do nothing. "

"What does this have to do with me?" snarled Snape while his head was pounding, maybe he should not have drunk so much but how was he supposed to know he would be bothered by some strange woman. He really was not in the mood.

"our fate is in your hands Severus," she said plainly, stating it as if it was the truth. Snape was speechless, something which does not happen very often. "Only you can stop this."

"Get out," spat Snape quietly at first but he growled as woman just looked at him with warm eyes. His temper finally snapped; enough is enough, he just wants her to leave him to his grief. " This is not funny, who in the hell put you up to this?"

Laughing, the woman smiled at the outrage on Snape's face as she raised her hands, calling forth the last of the magic that she had been given for this mission. She could not fail, too much was depending on it, and she had to change their fates.

"I feared you would act like this, listen to me ple-"

"GET OUT," roared Snape as he threw the nearest bottle at her. Enough was enough. Whoever was playing this prank on him would pay. They would learn why it is never wise to piss off a potion master, especially a potion master called Severus Snape.

"Let me show me," she said as she took a step towards him and gripped his arm. For a moment Snape thought her fingers would go right through him but instead warm, soft hands gripped him tightly as she started to glow more brightly. Knowing that this was show sort of magic, Snape tried to block whatever she was doing but it was useless. He was overwhelmed by the bright light, engulfing everything and blinding him until he was lost in the light.

He was standing in the middle of a field, there was the faint smell of blood, death aand burnt flesh in the air. Staring around he was Hogwarts but not the way he remember it, it was in ruins. The castle had caved into itself, towers had crumbled and it had appeared to die. Walking towards it something was crunching under his feet and he nearly screamed as he realise the ground was littered with bones.

Suddenly images started to from around Snape one after another; Hogwarts turned into an execution site when children as young as six were killed for stealing pureblood magic, hunting and enslave of some of the most powerful and rarest magic creatures, the ministry falls and families destroyed. Death, chaos and violence were shown over and over again until everything went black.

Gasping for deep Snape fought down the need to vomit, the bile rose and it took a few moments to pass. Trembles shook his body, goose bumps spread across his arm and cold sweat had broken out across his forehead and back. That was… That cannot be the future, how can it get so bad… Looking up at the woman to demand answers their eyes meet and it was in that moment that Snape knew. He knew everything she had told him, everything she had shown him was the truth. Those pale blue eyes were similar to a wounded deer's; they had seen so much pain, so much suffering but still held hope.

" What must I do?" he asked with a sense of determination and strength that he had not felt for such a long time.

"There is only one person that will have the magic to stop this, in my time his true magic comes too late, he is too poorly trained and prepared. No don't interrupt, my time is short. Find him. Guide him, let him become the wizard that can save us," She begged as she clutched Snape's arm in pure desperation.

"Who?"

"Harry James Potter"

Silence, no one moved and no one spoke as Snape allowed this piece of information to seek in…. Potter… James' son….

"That… That spoil brat! I will not-"

"He is Lily's son," yelled the woman over the grumblings of Snape as he cursed the fact that it had to Harry Bloody Potter. "Harry is the child of Merlin's Prophecy, the only one that stop this. Please Severus, help him reach his potential. Do not let Lily's death be in vain."

Snape mouth snapped closed as he swallowed down his next protest. Dam it all! What choice did he have? He could not let that future come to pass. Clenching his fist in attempt to keep his temper, Snape nodded. Not trusting himself to speak yet. Harry Bloody Potter.

"Thank you, "she said as she seemed to sag before him. " Go to this park in Surrey tomorrow."

"Why?"

"I have not got the time. Remember my last words Severus," she said as if she was gasping for breath. Her eerily glow paled as she gripped the nearest chair for support. Gently she closed her eyes as if she was fighting to stay up right. "Not everything is what you expect; light exist in even the darkest place."

"What-"

It was useless to question. Like a candle's flame her image flickered a couple of times before she disappeared. With his head reeling, Snape leaned on the wall. What was that? Was it real? Bloody hell, that it! He is never never drinking again, stupid alcohol. That cannot have been real… Can it? Jumping as the clock struck midnight, Snape dragged himself out to bed hoping everything would be clearer in the morning. What was he to do?