A/N I don't own Harry Potter. So, I love time travel stories and this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

Ok, so in hindsight maybe turning the timeturner while he was already back in time was a bad idea. Harry didn't know why turned it in the first place, really. Perhaps it was because he'd wanted to get away from it all for a while or because he'd thought all of them had been destroyed in the battle at the ministry in his fifth year. But there on Dumbledore's desk was a time turner. Or at least he thought it was a time turner. Turning it didn't appear to have changed anything. So, he turned it again. Then, he realized he wasn't in Dumbledore's office. No, there was a distinct lack of magical artifacts.

It was the headmaster that gave things away; Harry Potter was definitely in the past. The man sitting behind the headmaster desk, Dippet, if he recalled was staring at him with something akin to carefully hidden shock.

"Hello, Headmaster Dippet," Harry said calmly, the time turner esque artifact hidden in his loose fist.

"Young man," The headmaster said, his wand clenched tightly. "Would you mind telling me how you came to be here?"

"Well, Sir, I don't believe I'm in my own time. I'm quite certain I'm not, actually," Harry said ", But I assure you, I'm no threat. I'm a student here or I will be. I suppose its safe enough to tell you I'm from the future since I already greeted you by name."

"Do you know how you got here or how you'll get back?"

"No, headmaster, I was hoping you'd allow me to attend Hogwarts while I figure out how to return to my own time," Harry only half asked. "I have yet to complete my seventh year."

"Of course, no young man should be deprived of an education simply because he's misplaced in time," Dippet said with a chuckle. Harry thought that was incredibly stupid logic, but he wouldn't have to fight the man on staying at Hogwarts, so he laughed right along with him. "Now, down to business. What's your name and what house are you in?"

"In this time I shall be called Harrison Grey and I'm not in my time, but in this one I believe it is crucial I am in a different house, so I shall be Slytherin." It would be a nice change, anyways. He regretted asking the hat for Gryffindor as Neville was his only friend there. He'd never trusted Dumbledore as much as he pretended he did. Especially not after he'd been the first adult Harry told about the Dursley's abuse and sent him back there summer after summer.

The Weasleys too he doubted were fully on his side. Perhaps not the twins, Bill or Charlie as they hadn't been all that close to him. But what was Molly doing roaring about muggles in a subway crowded full of them? And how fickle was Ron in their friendship, a friendship that seemed somehow stronger at the end of every other month.

A visit to his head Goblin upon his seventeenth birthday and coming of age had him seeing red. Apparently, a large sum of money was being wired to vaults for Dumbledore, Molly, Ron, and to his surprise, Ginny. Harry quickly put an end to this and had all the money recalled after proof surfaced that he truly hadn't given his approval for it to be taken from his vaults.

As for Hermione, brilliant, sweet, loyal, fierce, naive, Hermione. She trusted Dumbledore so completely couldn't see what he'd done to Harry, to all of them, until it was far too late. She couldn't tolerate anything even remotely Slytherin, she hated when Harry spoke parseltongue, or wasn't the perfect Gryffindor boy-who-lived everyone expected. Her view of everything as so simply black and white was the pitfall of their friendship.

They remained acquaintances and were civil when they ran into each other in the halls. Without Ron, though, and with her refusal to accept Harry as who he was he lost his two best and only friends. Upon returning to Hogwarts for his seventh year Harry had been called to The Headmaster's office. Presumably to talk about the lack of Harry's money in Dumbledore's vaults, but he wouldn't find out for a while now he presumed.

"Brilliant! Well, the students have just finished the welcoming feast," Dippet said ", I'll call your head of house, Potions Professor, Horace Slughorn, to bring you to the common room. There you can get settled in and meet your fellow seventh years. Tomorrow, he can take you to Diagon Alley any you can purchase anything you need. Provided you have the funds?"

"I should have enough for everything I need," Harry said. He left out the fact that everything he owned, shrunken trunk included, could be fit in the rucksack, with enchantment charms, on his back. His vaults were tied to a card much like a muggle debit card. After Sirius' death he'd also inherited the Black vaults and with his coming of age he was now Lord Potter-Black. He wasn't sure if his card would work in the past, but he would see tomorrow he supposed.

The Slytherin dorms were exactly how Harry remembered; beautiful tapestries, large leather armchairs and couches, elegant area rugs, and all done up in emerald and silver. An eerie glow from the lake covered the common room and lit their path as Slughorn and he walked to the dorms.

"The seventh year boys are two to a dorm and I'm afraid there is only one room available. Avery and Mulciber have the first room, Nott and Parkinson have the second, and you'll be rooming with Snape in the third," Said Slughorn, knocking on the door of the dorm he would now, apparently be sharing with Snape. Bloody hell, he really should have asked for the year when choosing his house. It wasn't that he had a problem with the man, he hadn't truly hated him since first or second year. He had a feeling, Snape too, did many things merely for pretense, so the children of Death Eaters wouldn't realize his true allegiance. It would just make things bloody awkward when or if he returned to his own time.

"Alright, see you in the morning, Professor," Harry said. Before Slughorn could do anything more than nod, Harry slipped into his new dorm.

Harry's first thought: Severus Snape was so young. He was tall, nearly as tall as he was in Harry's time, but he hadn't yet grown into his height. He was all skin and bones. A greasy curtain of hair lay limp over his face. He startled when Harry cleared his throat. "Hello."

His eyes. There was something that was so different about them, though they were the same onyx ones he was familiar with. They were so innocent. Well, maybe not innocent but, only half as guarded as they were in the future. In the future, Harry knew, they looked as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. Harry knew that look, it was the same one he saw every time he looked in the mirror.

"Hello," he said, his voice so lacking in the bitterness Harry was used to. "I'm Severus Snape."

"Harrison Grey, but you can call me Harry, everyone does," he said, setting his rucksack on the unused bed. After so many years of being started at he could tell Severus had questions, everyone always did. "Ask away."

"What?" Even without turning around he could tell Severus had jumped.

"I know you have questions, feel free to ask," he said, plopping down on his bed. He sat crosslegged, facing Severus.

"Where are all your things?" he asked eyeing the emerald eyed wizard's single bag.

"This is it." Harry patted the bag beside him.

"Oh." Severus' cheeks tinged pink and Harry contained his laughter. The Snape he knew would never even consider that the Gryffindor Golden Boy's possessions could fit in a rucksack, even an expanded one.

"It's alright, I'm used to it."

"Well, why are starting Hogwarts so late?" Severus asked suspicion creeping into his voice.

"I'm a time traveler," Harry said with a grin.

Severus rolled his eyes ", of course you are."

Harry chuckled ", I'm serious. I've gone to Hogwarts since first year, I just happened to travel through time and ended up here. Headmaster Dippet doesn't believe in depriving young wizards of their education, so I'm finishing my seventh year here."

"Bloody hell, you're serious, aren't you?"

"Yup."

"So, is that all you had on you when you traveled through time or is that-"

"Really all I have," Harry interrupted ", I bring it all with me to Hogwarts and hadn't got a chance to settle in yet."

"Oh." The other wizard looked even more embarrassed if that was possible.

"It's alright, really," Harry said, most people were shocked out of their wits when they found about, he was used to it by now. After that they stuck to small talk before they grew tired and went to bed.

x.X.x.X.x

"Oi! Snivellus!" James Potter roared. They were walking to their herbology class a few days after school had started. The marauders were walking right behind Severus talking like he wasn't there.

"Is it possible his hair got more greasy?" Sirius Black stage whispered, but it carried across the grounds. Severus blushed, dipping his head lower. Harry was about twenty feet back. He'd seen Snape's memory in the pensieve, but he hadn't truly realized the severity of the situation.

It wasn't like Draco and he who by now had but a light, familiar banter. The war had toned down their childish rivalry. They were so much more mature because of the war. The others here, they were still children and his father was nothing but a bully. So was Sirius. And Remus.

It hurt in a way he didn't expect. Mostly though, it was the total lack of reaction from Severus that upset him. It reminded him of the way he'd reacted to the children in primary school. It remind him of the invisible, abused little boy he used to be. He couldn't put this passive, self conscious Severus to the biting, confidant Snape he knew and knowing his father was responsible for this change, even partially, it made all the times he'd defended his father hurt.

And it was these musings that were eating at him all the time now. The image people had painted of his father was so different than the real thing. Remus, one of the most gentle men Harry knew, even if he was a werewolf was allowing his supposed best friends to act this way. And Severus Snape wasn't who Harry thought he was. Not at all, and that totally and utterly fascinated him.