AN: I only wish I owned Harry Potter and its characters. But alas I don't, it is all the property of the amazing JK Rowling herself. I am just messing around with the characters.

This is my first fanfic. I hope to get a chapter up by midnight every Saturday. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: What if Snape never died. He obviously knew that the Dark Lord might need him for something eventually. So before every Dark Eater meeting or one -on -one with Voldemort, he took a potion to cure against any ailments or poisons. As long as the Dark Lord never used Avada Kedavra, he's protected from any effects of the spells or poisons used on him. His body would become completely paralyzed for eight hours, thus causing the effect of death.

Prologue: 5 Hours after the Final Battle

The students were all in the Great Hall holding one another and crying onto each other's shoulders. They received word from Madame Pomfrey that their Potion's Master, who was presumed to be dead, was now in critical condition at St. Mungo's. The students and staff of Hogwart's could not believe this.

Surely this can't be, Madame Pomfrey, whispered Minerva? The Dark Lord himself said he killed Severus. How is this possible? All I can say Minerva, Severus was a man of many surprises! Or rather, is, I guess, reflected Madame Pomfrey.

Despite the great loss suffered by those fighting against Voldemort, with the knowledge that Snape had risked everything for the protection of Harry and his mother, and had survived after deceiving the Dark Lord, they were ecstatic to hear this news. Yes, some wished it were their loved ones that were returning not Severus. But now, the whole school had known the truth. Their most hated Potion's Master had a heart after all.

Severus lay in critical condition in his hospital bed at St. Mungo's. He barely had a pulse when the Eldarin Elves arrived. He could hear voices, but saw no one. The last thing he remembered were his thoughts flowing out of his body, and him begging Harry to take them and kill Voldemort.

Now here he was, lying wandless and defenseless in a hospital bed. He knew that Harry defeated Voldemort. He gathered that from the cheers and screams of glee that were being shouted throughout St. Mungo's. Those silly idiots thought Snape. Don't they know they are in a hospital? What lack of decorum, he thought to himself.

Snape lay in this comatose state for three days. He knew that the potion had to work its way through his blood stream and then his body had to regenerate itself. Those poor nurses at St. Mungo's most likely wished that three days could turn into seven or more! Needless to say, Severus was back to his surly and mean self once the potion and venom was out of his body. Hell walked on earth, cried one of the nurses after she checked on him! Despite doctor's demanding he remain in bed for a few more days, Severus wouldn't listen and hastily left the hospital and returned to Spinner's End. The nurse's were quite pleased at their least favorite patient's discharge!