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Humblest apologies to those who are offended by my unbecoming mistakes. Rest assured, I will do my humble best to rectify the situation as soon as I am able


"Stupid Longbottom" Severus muttered as he entered his quarters in a flurry of black. He had just been treated to a once in a lifetime experience of having a longevity potion gone wrong explode in his face it was fun... Not.

He had to clean up the mess that pathetic excuse of a student Neville has caused not to mention the hardly suppressed giggles. House points deduction barely gave him satisfaction as he trudged towards the dungeon.

He drank some pepper up potion from his stores and began preparing the ingredients for a potion he had been trying to create for a while.

The potion he was working on would allow a person to go back and change the past without altering the memory of the user much like a Time Turner. The others before him only succeed in going back for more than the five hours allowed by the ministry but either returned in time damaged and miserly after causing a disaster by their actions or totally forgot the reason why they came in the first place because they became their younger self who was not aware of the reason.

He poured A liter of Black dragon's blood as the base stirring constantly then slowly added A vial of berserker's puss and heated it gradually until it gave off a golden hue he then squeezed 14 pieces of red eyes from the Kuruha Tribe known for their eyes changing when angry or terrified popping it piece by piece. It fizzed slowly pouring the Essence of death careful to keep the ingredients from coagulating added A vial Purity taken by force.

He poured the last ingredient for the first part of the potion and murmured the words necessary.

Hear these words, Hear the rhyme

Heed the hope within my mind

Send me back to where I'll find

What I wish in place and time

A Bright spark emerged from the cauldron drawing him in.

he saw lily and him when they were children playing by the old tree they were running around her hair whipping around and she suddenly laid on the grass he followed her and laid beside her They looked at each other's face and she smiled

He arrived home after playing with lily to see his father looking at him hatefully swigging the last of his alcohol before taking the metal poker and smashing it in his frail body repeatedly until he passed out in a fetal position hearing the voice of his father screaming at him and his mother pleading.

He received his Hogwarts acceptance letter and he snuck out to tell her they ran into each other holding their letters "We'll go to school together!" she joyously spun around on the grass.

They were at the sorting ceremony they looked at each other smiling "Lily Evans" McGonagall called her and placed the sorting hat on her head "Gryffindor!" it shouted and he watched as she was welcomed by his table she smiled at him mouthing "You promised."

She was walking down the corridor with him and they were talking about the transfiguration essay when she bumped into potter spilling all her books in the process.

He was sitting in the great hall reading his books while having breakfast to prevent the others from his house in creating small talk with him when a black owl landed in front of him handing him a note. Must be her mother he thought and took it from the owl's leg. His whole body shook as he read that his mother died while he was absent.

He looked at the hall to check on Lily. She had been avoiding him lately when he saw her smiling at potter the smile she usually reserved for him. James took her books and they walked side by side.

He was in the castle grounds under a tree reading his advanced potions book and taking notes for possible improvements when he was suddenly crowded by Gryffindor James Potter leading them pointing a wand at him smirking and with a flick, he was suddenly hanging upside down.

He was in his father's house looking at the man who killed his mother who has hunched in a fetal position just like him years ago. He was stronger now only two words and it would end this infernal suffering. Two words would avenge his mother. These two words would give him the power and rank he had grown bereft.

"NO!" Severus shouted as a hand tugged at his robes.

"Headmaster tells I that Professor Snape is to be coming at his office." the slytherin house elf said bending its head in submission to the punishment to be given.

Severus nodded absently acknowledging the summon while willing his racing heart to still and saw that his outburst has toppled a few vials and containers. He cleaned up and washed his face in the basin looking at his miserly figure clad in black with only his deathly pale skin to counter the darkness of his room matching his soul. His body was still shaking. The draught of chronos will be going to waste he thought wiping the bitter taste from his mouth.

"Headmaster" Snape acknowledged as he entered the office murmuring dead man's toffee as the password.

"Severus" the headmaster turned opening his clasped hands and points to the visitor's seat.

"What is it headmaster?" Snape asked willing his headache to subside by pacing along the length of the office anything but staying still will do.

"It has come to my attention that a... event has happened earlier." Dumbledore inquires leaning towards him clasping his hands in its usual position. His eyes seeking answers.

"It was an explosion nothing I haven't handled before," Snape assured in a low voice before his knees collapsed beneath him and his last vision was the wall he was leaning on eagerly meeting his head.

"Are you alright?" The headmaster asked ammonia on hand below Severus' nose. He had forgone the usual Rennervate as he was never sure of the extent of his potions master's injury and forcing him with a charm may further the damage.

"I'm just tired." Severus answered putting all of his strength in standing up but staggered to do so without assistance. He then hauled himself upright with the wall that just grazed his temple and cursed himself for appearing weak in front of the headmaster.

"Then off to bed with you" Dumbledore ordered as he saw the furious determination and pride in his colleague's eyes. Severus hated pity and that is what he will see in the old man's eyes if he did not get away fast.

Dumbledore was startled by a summon in the middle of the night. He descended to his office to see a familiar tall frame and lanky black hair turned from him. It was not unusual to have Severus awake at unholy hours as he was known to roam the grounds seeking elusive sleep but it is not usual that he seek the headmaster's presence when he does so.

"Severus what's the matter?" he asked walking towards the figure. Hand inside his robes holding his wand discreetly in case it was another intruder.

The figure turned to reveal the same large nose and sharp obsidian eyes of the potions master aged 16.

"What happened?" he approached the man nay the boy apprehensively as one would a wounded hippogriff; with slow and non threatening steps

"That remains to be answered but I presume it has something to do with that dratted potion." Severus spat walking around the room as different ideas bounced in his head.

"Are you sure Severus?" Dumbledore sat in his desk hands propped above his lap.

"I'm positive" He drawled as the potion absorbed his energy and magic to make his body younger.

"Have you seen the full effect yet?" The headmaster asked knowing that his potions master hated mirrors almost as much as vampires do.

"Not yet" Severus said hating himself for being rash in going to the Headmaster's office without even checking the full extent of the changes; a deadly mistake in another situation. He conjured a full body mirror.

He looked in the mirror to see the familiar black eyes and greasy hair along with his protruding crooked nose which surprisingly doesn't look too off when his face and body has more meat in it. He has now a semblance of the infamous roguish looks of the Prince side of the family

"This is how I look?" he asked disbelief clear in his voice. "H-how?"

"This is how you would have looked like at that age if you have not..." Dumbledore trailed off trying to find the right words.

Been abused, saw hate in my father's eyes every single time he saw me, made solitude as my shield, been heartbroken, joined the death eaters, saw the light of my life extinguished Snape wanted to add.

"This is how I would have looked like if life treated me good" Severus said diplomatically.

"Yes..." the headmaster agreed."This may be fate's version of correcting the course." He sat up looking at his window that overlooks the grounds.

Severus shook his head. "This is life giving me hope then kicking my arse for its own twisted reasons."

"Then how long do you suppose it will last?" Dumbledore inquired as he too knows of the volatility of the body to aging and de-aging potions.

"Of that I am uncertain but I will be working with an antidote right away and would like to inform you on certain... changes." the potions master muttered with as much pride he can. Three weaknesses in a row in the same day at that; he certainly feels like a failure.

"No Severus that will not do. Someone may see you and start asking questions." Dumbledore argued as he shook his head.

"Then what do you propose?" He asked the headmaster being the level headed adult this moment.

"You will enter Hogwarts as a student you will also have an alias how does Sebastian Prince sound?" Dumbledore asked turning to look at him with a barely seen twinkle in his eye.

"That's preposterous!" he exclaimed. The man was long dead to him and exhuming the dead never ended well.

"Well you can't really go around the school proclaiming your name nobody will take you seriously then there's also your reputation." The Headmaster said with a cocked brow that unnerved the young man.

"But there are cloaking spells and such I can employ," Severus argued but he knew it was futile to argue with Dumbledore.

"Although I do not doubt your ability to do so, it can be an inconvenience if this turns out to be a complicated brew but you can certainly do whatever you wish in the guise of after class research." The headmaster said with crystal finality.

"Good evening everyone I hope you had a nice Hogsmeade weekend." The Headmaster greeted the students in the great hall welcoming them.

"Your attention, please. I would like to say a few words there will be no potions classes due to professor Snape's absence. He will be indisposed for the time being due to his unexpected predicament. The class will resume as soon as he returns or if a suitable replacement can be procured." cheers erupted from the tables even on Slytherin side

"But he will still be expecting assigned homework to be passed" groans followed by at least he's not there and other murmurings.

"I'd also like to make another announcement. Tonight we welcome an exchange student" he nods to Minerva McGonagall who escort a strapping Severus up to the front "Sebastian Prince will be staying with us for an indefinite time and as such will be sorted accordingly." Murmurs of speculation were welcomed the absentee professor but were silenced by McGonagall's pointed stares.

Snape was asked to sit on a stool much like back in his first year and the sorting hat was placed atop his head.

"My, my we meet again" the sorting hat said teasingly.

"Just get on with it" Severus gritted his teeth. This announcement has cast him in the spotlight. A place he despises reserved only for dunderheaded fools who has brains half the size of a fist.

"Let's see, cunning of Slytherin, the loyalty of Hufflepuff, brains of Ravenclaw, and bravery of Gryffindor. You know you make my task harder" the hat ignored him continuing its musings

"Will you just..."Severus muttered his younger temper starting to fade in the oblivion.

"I see things have changed you're no longer that boy" the hat whispered.

"Of course… It's been years" he sneers the obvious.

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted and the house erupted in cheers.