DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

Prologue

Harry: Present Day

(Sixth year, Hogwarts)

Bloody hell! In that instant those were the only two words that my mind was able to formulate as I stood facing the deceptively warm, glowing light coming from the pensive all the while shaking uncontrollably as I eyed its poisonous, swirling waters with a bone-deep horror.

No, no, no… The word repeated itself in litany as I struggled to suppress the throbbing ache in my head as it gradually became a roiling mass of questions and misgivings, when I suddenly felt a shockingly strong, pincer-like grip over my arm, yanking me rudely back to reality.

When I turned to face the owner of said hand that was firmly anchoring me from floating away in misery, I saw with dread, that it was none other than Professor Snape himself whom I had thought to have some measure of in these past five years but his present demeanor seemed entirely much too foreign to me as his usually dour face was replaced by a vicious, desperately angry man whom I could barely recognize at all but whose terrible countenance made me instantly fearful of him in that tensed moment.

He was pale and trembling with his teeth bared in a soundless snarl as he stalked me with measured steps, forcing me to back away from him when I accidently bumped into the table's surface behind me and jostled the pensive, the real culprit, whose contents had wrought such a change in him.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered holding up my hands defensively like a shield "I didn't…I didn't mean to see…I didn't know…"

"Get out!" Snape growled in a less than human voice, stopping my ineffective rant rather abruptly.

"But…"

"Get out!" He screamed and I knew then that he was not really seeing me.

The blankness in his stare frightened me so greatly that I nearly tripped over my own feet as I hastened to make a quick getaway from his enraged person but ended up crashing clumsily into one of the many cupboards lining the walls of the dungeon room.

"Crap!" I hissed under my breath and without turning around so as to avoid the potion master's wrath, I bent over hurriedly to pick up the fallen vials and other articles when I came across a stunning, peerless hourglass filled with glistening sand so reminiscent of the one that Hermione had possessed in her third year that I found myself halting involuntarily in the middle of my task to examine it.

"Leave everything and get out!" Snape's dark shadow hovered over me like a menacing cloud of doom when I heard him gasp and stumble in shock.

"Leave it all and just go" his voice was shaking violently now, sounding completely different from before but my hand which was already halfway towards the hourglass, reached for it automatically despite Snape sudden warning shout "It's been turned you damn foo…"

Time and space had no meaning anymore as I spun into a vortex of bright colors and swirly lights. My eyes closed seemingly of their own accord and I braced myself for the inevitable fall.

'I really hate being Harry Potter' was my last lucid thought for a long, long time to come.