Chapter 1

Ever since Harry truly understood the history between his dad and his professor he realised that the image he had of his dad was more or less a lie. Also, most likely, his dad was the cause to Harry's difficult years of Potions. For his professor was blinded by the past, the hate he felt for someone looking so very similar to this child, only he had green eyes, reminding him of the person he so very much loved, and again hating him for taking her away.

You see what happened was that Harry once again got stuck in someone else's pensive, though compared to Dumbledore's memories, these thoughts hit closer to home and that's why he couldn't forget what he had seen, no matter how pissed of Snape had been or how close he might have been too seriously hurting him. These things just happened to him..

Always him

Occlumency lessons that didn't help as well as they should have were closely followed by the death of his godfather Sirius due to a false vision given by Voldemort.

But this was in the past now, what happened had happened and Harry was looking ahead once more, he couldn't change what was but he could put his best efforts to work on his relationship with his professor.

Harry would never be able to make it up to Sirius, a thought so final he shocked himself.

This was so depressing

Not a moment went by without thinking of Snape these days. He had wrestled all summer thinking of something he could possibly do to make it right or at least better. It was then that he decided to take a risk, and so he got out of his bed at the Dursley's and started writing a letter to his headmaster; Albus Dumbledore, and explaining what was bothering him.

Albus always the one to understand others best, listened carefully to what young Harry had to say in his letter and after he was done reading, Albus thought about everything James had done, considering the small portion Harry had seen in Snape's pensive, the full scale of it truly was a nightmare, which would make Harry feel even more depressed about himself..

But Albus Dumbledore knew his young student had to know.

Harry spent hours in Albus's office. While his headmaster explained just about everything that had happened all those years ago. Though these events were never forgotten and never forgiven by his professor.

Then, for it had turned quite late, they proceeded to have dinner and afterwards Albus showed him to the Tower.

Just as Albus had turned the corner, returning to his office, the sound of quick footsteps approached him, running. The headmaster turned around, more or less suspecting young Harry to appear. And he was right.

A couple of meters away Harry stood, breathing hard. He opened his mouth and blurted out:

"I'm sick of it! If my mother stood up for him, then so can I!"

His voice changed to a pleading tune. "Don't you understand professor? I admired my father I admired him…, a fucking picture that is! I never knew him, it was all a lie! God I despise him for treating someone the way he did! Not even Snape deserves such treatment!" his anger echoed and bounced from the walls,

He couldn't live on like this!

Harry looked down to the stone floor his hands balled into fists, his nails forming crescent moons in his palms. Then he murmured, just loud enough for Albus to understand his words.

"If only I could turn back time, and be of some help, just go back.. and be his fucking friend!"

Albus smiled softly.

Ah youth.

"Harry.. is this truly your wish?"

"Yes! Yes, I want to, if I have this, this guilt on my shoulders any longer, I swear I'm going to walk up to him and cry. And I know he's going to be disgusted when I do" Albus closed his eyes at that and smiled a private smile.

"I understand Harry.. Very well, don't let me stand in the way of your wish"

Harry blinked.

"You mean.. I can really do something like this? It's possible?" he asked awed.

"Certainly, don't tell me you have forgotten! I remember one Hermione Granger using a Time Turner in your third year to save a certain someone" Albus reminded him.

"Oh..that thing, but Professor you told us the dangers of messing with time! I thought it was against the law!" Harry said confused. They had settled back in Dumbledore's office a little while ago, and Harry was pacing, when ether from stress or something else he did not know.

Albus nodded, clever boy.

"Yes, yes it would be. But since you are going back to a time were no alternate self of you exists, it wouldn't be truly dangerous for yourself, no real damage can be done as long as you hide your true identity. In the end the only thing that would have changed are the extra memories people will possess of that extra student going in that year"

Harry nodded slowly, beginning to understand where his professor was getting to.

"And as long as you do what you went there for to do, in this case your wish to be a friend to Severus. I have to remind you that your parents are going to be there as well, I trust you will not do anything dramatic which could change the future. Your mission is to befriend Severus, nothing more nothing less, all right Harry? No heroic actions. No drastic changes to the timeline can be made. What done is done you cannot change the fact that they will die" Albus looked over to the boy who was sitting across from him.

Said boy nodded. His hands fisted in determination.

Dumbledore continued. "I will grant you a year time to complete your task, then the time turner will bring you back here a few minutes after you left, so you will not be missed and no one will know that you have been gone"

Harry nodded again.

"And.. there's one more thing, you cannot kill or hurt Peter Pettigrew, he is still their friend in that time. Do you understand Harry?" Dumbledore locked eyes with Harry showing the boy exactly how serious he was.

"Yes professor I understand" his eyes told no lie.

"Very well" Albus said satisfied with what he had seen "I shall make preparations. Still, you will be gone for an entire year, are you still sure about doing this?" The aged professor asked.

"Yes!" Harry said, stressing the word.

Albus leaned back into his chair.

"Pack your stuff then, and you may inform your two friends about this matter in my office tomorrow morning" Harry nodded, stood up and left.. He would do this for Snape, he couldn't believe his father had been almost Malfoy-like, thinking of his experience with the fellow student. He shuddered, as bad memories followed his train of thought.

As he was on his way back to his tower he unfortunately met up with Snape. Keeping his head low he walked past him. "Good evening" he said softly and picked up his pace. The older man looked back at him with an unreadable expression, turned his back and continued his way. Perfectly ignoring him.

Harry sighed sadly.

Giving the portrait, the Fat Lady the password, he went in, immediately spotting his two best friends. Who had been invited early along with himself. Explaining the situation as vaguely as possible, they had to be in Dumbledore's office first thing in the morning. They were asking him why, but Harry wouldn't say anything more than that, he just couldn't.

Ron got mad, as usual, saying he shouldn't keep them out of stuff like this, that they were his best friends and were always there for him. Hermione though, having understood that Harry wouldn't tell them more, shushed Ron and told him they just would have to wait until tomorrow.

Eventually the golden trio went to bed, Ron having apologized to him before he went to sleep.

Harry woke up that morning feeling nervous of how his friends would react to his news.

The golden trio were making their way down to Dumbledore's office. After both Harry and professor Dumbledore had explained what was to happen. They had been silent at first, but then… All hell broke loose, mostly from Ron.

"For Snape?! Harry, are you out of your bloody mind?!" Ron exclaimed. Both Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes having expected this. Hermione took it lighter and was trying to calm the red head down.

"Ron relax, Harry is doing the right thing" Hermione reasoned.

"The right thing?!" he practically yelled. "There isn't anything right about Snape at all!" he continued, turning slightly red in the face.

"That's what Harry wants to change, Ronald" she said. Their bickering continued on for a few more minutes; until Harry cut in.

"Guys I'm going no matter what, so you better watch each other's back while I'm gone"

Then the tears came.

God.

"Oh Harry, it will be so hard to see your parents especially that rat and, and S-Sirius. Just please don't do anything foolish" she said, tears making their way down her cheeks.

Sirius.., it was so hard to talk about him. Harry swallowed a couple of times, before hugging her.

He had to stay calm, stay strong.

"It's okay Hermione" he rubbed her back soothingly. Then Ron laid his hand on Harry's shoulder. "You can do this Harry... just don't change the future to much all right?" He nodded, his eyes told them enough. He wouldn't mess this up.

Dumbledore interrupted them, saying Harry would need a different look. Ron and Hermione looked at each other before looking at Harry who was blushing a bit.

Together they started to dress Harry up. Hermione checked of the list.

-Old school robes V

-Ever lasting contacts. (to replace his glasses. They left his eye colour the same) V

-Hair (They grew his hair out, making it less wild then before) V

-Scar (a little make-up and a headband work wonders) V

With a flick of their wands, Harry's hair was in a low ponytail down his back, his face adorned by bangs, a forest green headband covered his scar (the colour brought out is mothers eyes).

It soothed him perfectly, and even made him look more aristocratic.

Hermione nodded to herself, happy with the outcome. Then frowned, as if she saw something no one else had noticed. 'That's funny' she thought 'I could swear I'm seeing…' all of a sudden she gasped loudly, her hand covering her mouth.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, walking towards her. "What's wrong?"

She ignored the red head and addressed the headmaster; "Professor I think this would do just fine, don't you think?" Dumbledore nodded knowingly. Ron looked at Harry and shrugged, Harry not getting it either shrugged back.

Albus picked on where they left off. Announcing it was time.

"It's time Harry" he said. "At the end of the year you will return here 15 minutes after you left" Harry nodded. Receiving the little trinket called a time turner.

He said his goodbyes to his friends took his trunk and held on. He waved one last time and then abruptly vanished. Hedwig would continue to stay here, she would be comfortable Albus promised.

Ron turned to Hermione. "So, what exactly happened earlier?" The girl glanced at Dumbledore and said "The way Harry looks right now is similar to Salazar Slytherin."

Ron looked from Hermione, to the professor and back again.

"WHAT?!"

Hermione showed him a painting after they had left Dumbledore's office. It was close to the dungeons, Slytherins territory and home. Ron had stood there mouth wide open and he muttered. "B-but why does Harry look so bloody much like him? The spell changed him so little..."

Hermione had fallen silent; even she had no answer this time.

"I... don't know. I just don't." she said.

With only a few adjustments their friend turned out to look just like a younger twin of the great Salazar Slytherin… how was that possible?

It was freaking them both out. (XD)

With Harry.

He appeared in Dumbledore's office 24 years back, which really looked quite the same. Harry turned around where he knew Dumbledore's phoenix would be. "Hey Fawkes" he whispered, loud enough for the Phoenix to hear.

Off course the magical bird didn't recognize him at all, so he stayed put, after a good minute or two of observing him, Fawkes made up his mind and flew over to his shoulder. Harry patted him softly.

"Hadrian Adams?" He turned so quickly he could've fallen down; the Phoenix set his claws into his shoulder giving him the warning about not doing that again. It made him hiss slightly in pain but his attention was somewhere else for the moment, because there stood a 24 year younger version of Dumbledore, he was holding the letter his professor had given him.

It seemed that he didn't notice the letter fell away from him, nor had he noticed the professor coming in and reading it. "Y-yes Professor?" Albus smiled. "I am now informed of your coming" Harry nodded. "It's good to see Fawkes made a friend, I take it you already know each other in the Future?" Harry nodded again, keeping things simple.

"Good, well dinner is about to start. Just wait outside of the Great Hall with the others until I give you your signal and we will get you sorted"

Harry nodded. "Yes Professor and please call me Harry"

Dumbledore gestured to the door, "After you"

"Thank you sir" he said, before slowly making their way to the Great Hall.

Later:

When he stood behind the closed doors of the Great Hall, he felt nervous, very very nervous. His parents were in there and Peter the traitor. And Snape, ugh this is going to be so hard. 'I hope I can keep myself from killing him' He touched his scar that was hidden under the headband; at least now he wouldn't feel the pain... right?

After the Sorting of the first years, some students had already taken their fork and knife in hand, expecting to eat.

"Normally we would start the banquet now, but this evening there is a slight change. We have a student who will be joining our sixth year, Hadrian Adams" Dumbledore announced.

All the students turned towards the entrance. Out came a boy. His robes swayed powerfully behind him and he had a powerful step. Unlike the first years before him. He didn't look at his surroundings, but walked straight forward, until he stood next to the hat.

Professor McGonagall gave him a slight nod and placed the hat on top of his head after he had sat down.

Harry felt hundreds of eyes on him. But this time not because he was Harry Potter, he was an exchange student, it happened rarely. The hat started talking to him: "You're a very interesting case my boy, very much Slytherin, but also much of Gryffindor. Very, very interesting indeed."

Harry grinned and started talking back to the hat, slightly aware that students were watching every movement of his lips.

"You can do many things in both houses but which one will it be?"

"I'm here for a reason" Harry informed the hat "Slytherin would be the obvious choice, pick Gryffindor that would be a challenge I'm willing to take"

"Are you sure? Slytherin is made to your hand!" "I know, that's why I don't want to be put there, besides I can take care of things much better in Gryffindor" "Well you have courage I must say.. It's particular for one to fit in two houses"

Harry chuckled.

"Yes, I am aware of that part, but please before the others think we're taking too long... They might think I'm not magical at all. Put me in Gryffindor, and leave the rest to me" Harry said. Suddenly feeling very much a Slytherin.

"Very well, good luck then... Harry Potter"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"We'll talk again sometime" Harry said before taking of the hat.

Showtime

The hall gasped when they saw his face, it was furious, his fist clenched and unclenched so hard his fingernails could've drawn blood. It was clearly visible he wasn't glad to be in that house, strange; normally it was Slytherin being the black sheep not Gryffindor.

From their table Severus and Lucius curiously looked his way, the moment he was automatically changed in the colours of his new house, he looked even more outraged.

"Lucius..." he murmured amused. "Hm?" "Don't you think that that new guy looks familiar?" a girl aside from him said. Not waiting for his answer she muttered to herself "Yes, off course he looks familiar, and with that attitude... yes, exactly like him" the girl continued.

"Exactly like whom?" both boys asked.

"I'll show it to you two later..." Narcissa said absentmindedly and focused her attention on the Gryffindor table. The others intrigued followed her example.

After 'Hadrian' had sat down ungratefully at the Gryffindor table he refused to eat as part of his act. "Me eating at a Gryffindor table, ridiculous" he muttered. From his place he could glace at the Slytherin house table. Snape was deep in conversation with a blond boy. 'Wait a minute…' he thought.

Oh, damn…

'Oh damn!' he had completely forgotten about Malfoy. Great, just great. Now he had to befriend him too, to get to Snape? The girl next to Lucius seemed to be explaining something to them. She strongly reminded Harry of Malfoy's mother... O boy...this is not a good start.

When the Gryffindors realised this new student wasn't going to start a conversation with them, most returned their attention to dinner, but a certain group of 16 year olds had their eyes on him and closed in.

Snape looked up just as the Marauders were making their way over to the new kid.

"He'll refuse" Narcissa said. Both boys raised their eyebrows. "How would you know?" they chorused. "Just by the looks on his face you can tell, he won't even eat at their table. And do you know why? Because it's Gryffindor"

"You're saying that he's Slytherin?" Lucius asked

"Exactly" anyone close enough looked at her, and each other.

That started the discussion around Hadrian Adams.

"But why would he be in Gryffindor then?"

"Maybe he gave the hat a hard time and he was put there as payback"

"Like what Black did?"

"Hm, no he chose that for himself"

"True his parents wanted him to be in Slytherin, he argued with the hat and was sent to Gryffindor"

"So, he could be in the same situation only the other way around?"

"Like how? He went to Gryffindor against his will?"

"Indeed, that could just be it" Lucius said.

Narcissa nodded, and then kissed Lucius on the cheek. "You should start focusing on things too though or else you'll never be a worthy Slytherin" she said, after all she had noticed from the start. They fell silent and looked back to the Gryffindor table.

What would happen next?