Author's Note: I disclaim being a British woman with the name of J.K. Rowling; all HP content belongs to her.

Okay I let this story bury itself in the fanfiction graveyard; terribly sorry so I've revived this story back to life. I've been busy with work, taking care of my nieces and working on my other fanfiction. Right now I honestly feel like venting but I know that I need to cool my temper right now and I just wanted my reader's opinions. When I started writing this fanfiction, I went through a break-up but I never mentioned why; most people assume that it's always the men who cheats but this time it's the other way Almighty, I don't know why but my ex suddenly decided to email a long 'I'm so sorry, what I did was so stupid and I regret it each day and night and list of the reasons why I did it' email to me. That totally raised my temper again. If started replying now, in this state, I would be writing one hell of a reply; a part of me doesn't want to do that. So I'm attempting to soothe my anger while writing this story and should I even reply back to her? *Slam head on wall*

Thanks for reading my rant, story and it's funny to say it but I hope you enjoyed it.


Time Phase Chapter 2: Sorting Into Houses

Snape woke up the next day in a foul mood in the Slytherin dormitory; he could see much with his long, messy hair cascaded over his eyes. Today the first years would arrive with the other Hogwart students and he would be part of the festivity. He shook his hair off before his black eyes absorbed his surroundings. He had memories of this nostalgic room, he didn't know if he would categorize those memories as good or bad. When he first joined Slytherin and Lucius was the prefect who presented the Slytherin common room and the male dormitory. He glared at the ceiling for a while before he stormed into the dormitory showers. He removed his shirt, pants, and boxers and stared at his reflection. Earlier he hadn't noticed how his body was no longer marred with scars, he regained his youthful body. He entered the shower and allowed the hot water to run down his pale body. He raised his left arm and stared at his unmarked, pale forearm. If it wasn't for the mission, he would have believed that he had gotten a second chance to relive his past; one without endless mistakes. Even if it was a momentary, for once he felt liberated. There weren't red shackles that was covered in his victim's bloods and the shackles that were blue from people's tears, tied around his ankles. He scoffed at his foolish thought, he was summoned to the past by Albus to fight against Lord Voldemort. He switched off the knob of the showers and tied the black towel around his waist.

He went back to the dormitory to select his outfit. He stared at the clothes he bought with... Hermione; it was still too weird for her name to roll off his tongue or his brain. He wore one of his black sweater and the jean while wrapping the leather belt around his waist. He stared at the vivid coloured shirts, they weren't exactly ugly but it didn't suit his taste; not that he's ever cared for his reputation. Hell, if he did, he wouldn't be hated and feared by the Hogwart students. After he was set for the day, he approached the door and passed the metallic door, he could hear familiar women voices and giggling. He frowned at the annoying sound before he viciously swung the door open to see Sybil, Minerva, and Rolanda Hooch staring at him. He gave them a dangerous glare, warning them not to push their luck first thing in the morning.

Minerva took lead as she straightened her back, "Sybil wouldn't believe what I said last night; she disagreed that this situation would be impossible. I had Rolanda support what I had to say but even then Sybil said she wouldn't believe it until she saw you." He gave a death glare to Sybil, she always caused him nothing but trouble and she hid behind Hooch. He could clearly hear the irritable witch whisper to Hooch, "He has the same glare as the Snape from our time." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. If he was in his adult form, Sybil would be fleeing down the corridor. No, if he had is adult body, none of these women would be crowding in front of his doorsteps like dogs waiting for their master to come home. He sneered as he glided pass the tiny wall of women. As he walked along the corridor and he could still hear them gossiping in the background.

"But he does look better compared to our older Snape, doesn't he?" He could hear Rolanda in her 'hushed' voice'.

Our Snape? He never once belonged to anybody and he absolutely refused to grow any attachments to anyone; it was too much of a hassle.

"Only if the either of them smiled," sighed Minerva.

Why was he expected to smile, when there was nothing to smile about? All Gryffindors were naïve and dumb in that degree; they displayed all their emotions without a moment of hesitation.

"I think that's a unique, charming point about Severus though," differed Rolanda. What in Merlin's beard was wrong with the woman?

"I will endlessly believe that he's a terrifying man or boy," Sybil spoke out her though in a timid voice.

Stupid women, they always think nobody can hear them 'whispering' when their voices remained loud as ever. He rolled his eyes as he attempted to block their conversation. He continued to stroll along until he reached the Great Hall, where the all the staffs, with the exception of his other self, Minerva, Sybil, Rolanda, and the man who he knew to be a threat against Potter and Hogwarts, Quirinus Quirrell. All the ongoing conversations came to an abrupt stop and silence filled the large room. Severus could feel everyone's eyes as the attention shifted to him.

Dumbledore stood from his chair as he merrily greeted Snape as if there was nothing wrong, "Ah, Severus, you decided to join us."

"Not in the slightest," he ignored the tension as he grabbed a cup of black tea. Albus remained unfazed as the white bearded wizard warmly smiled at him. Severus was about to return back to the Slytherin common room until he heard the old man speak, "Severus, come with me to my office." He frowned by the fact that this particular morning was so distasteful; full of unwanted attention and interruptions. He followed the older wizard up to his office.

Albus politely offered Severus a seat, but he leaned against the wall instead. He eyed Albus sitting in his own leathered seat.

"I'm certain that you noticed Quirrell missing from the Great Hall this morning, I had Minerva go talk to him," started Albus.

He nodded to make him continue, "The older you, has warned me to keep eyes on Quirrell, which I will be doing but I won't be able to supervise the man all day. I want you to discretely watch over Quirrell with me; Quirrell isn't aware of your true identity. Or better yet, could you possibly intervene during dangerous moments since you know the future. I'm not foolish enough to have you pour all the informations; the dangers of changing the future entirely; we possibly can't have that. I want time to unfold smoothly as possible while minimizing casualties. By the way all the staff has sworn to keep your identity as a secrete from the students and Quirrell."

He listened to what Albus said and was about to leave until Albus stopped him again, "Severus, tonight you'll be lined up with the first year students and be sorted."

"What about the other me?" he asked.

"He won't be in the Great Hall tonight, he will be resting in the staff lounge," explained Dumbledore.

How Severus envied his other self, he didn't want to be part of the welcome ceremony. When he was a staff, each year, he was forced to sit with the other staffs to 'welcome' the new students. Why couldn't he do this in the past? He pinched the bridge of his nose, this was giving him a headache. So overall hewas being forced to be a student and get close to... Hermione, still far too weird, in this unpleasant dimension. He left Dumbledore's room and headed back down to the Slytherin common room since he was banned from the dungeons.

It was definately strange for Severus; how many years has it been since he had so much free time? He passed his hand through his hair while marching back to the dormitory. He laid down on the black leathered couch and his loose hair formed a curtain for his eyes. He frowned and blew his hair which then framed his pale face. For a good 30 minutes and the speed of his tapping with his skinny fingers accelerated as he heard the clock ticking away. It didn't matter how much time passed, Snape wouldn't be abe to relax. It wasn't in his nature to be at ease, all the years of marking, working with irritable, brainless students, preparing classes, and being a double agent kept him busy. He let out a hiss; he didnt' know what to do and he was getting annoyed with the fact that he wasn't using his time efficiently. Yet as a student, he had nothing to do. The other students would be arriving around the evening and currently the staff and the elves were running around, preparing for the students. Even if there happened to be a staff who had nothing to do, he definitely wouldn't socialize. He loathed crowds and the endless, meaningless chats. He couldn't prowl around the building either since there was a chance of bumping into Quirrel or worse himself.

He roamed around the Slytherin rooms until he saw the pile of first year textbooks. He already knew all of its content and what the teachers would be educating throughout the year but he did enjoying reading. It would without a doubt kill the luxurious amount of time he had. He categorized his first year belongings. He arranged his books;The Standard Book of Spells (grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk, A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling, A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguaration by Emeric Switch, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore, Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble. He picked up the Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger and quickly ran through the contents of the book and clicked his tongue in dismay; he remembered how horrendous and useless the book was. They got minor facts wrong, but those miniscule errors could potentially destroy the potion. The art of brewing potions was extremely sensitive from the speed and direction you turned the potion to the preparation of the ingredients. Unfortunately most witches and wizards didn't recognize the delicacy within the subject that was needed for brewing the perfect potion. He reread to book and began to scribble inside the book, correcting each mistakes. Later he grabbed a cup of Earl Grey before he continued to revise the other textbooks. After he finished revising all the books, he felt pleased by the messy, scribbled contents of his books. He took a deep breath and finished the aromatic liquid in his cup. He gazed at the clock and was surprised by the time; ever since he was a child, when he read books and engrossed himself in fixing the information in the books, time always passed quickly. Soon the other students would be at the doorsteps of Hogwarts. He knew the squib, Filch the caretaker, would be organizing all the students belongings in each of the prospective house so he cleaned up after the mess he created. He set and neatly placed things in order around the bed he chose. Out of the wardrobe, he brought out the first year Hogwarts robe and put it over his body.

He stood in front of the mirror and took off his casual outfit. He wore the white dress-shirt first and quickly tied a tie that had thick stripes in the colour of green and silver. A grey v-neck jumper went over the white dress-shirt and he continued to put on addition, he wore the grey trousers and placed his feet in his black, glossy shoes. For the final touch he put on the traditional, black robe loosely. After he finished putting on the Hogwart uniform, he checked how he looked in the mirror and noticed that he still had his long hair tied in a loose pony tail. He frowned at his appearance; he looked bloody ridiculous as a student. Maybe it was due to the fact that he'd been wearing nothing but black shirt, pants, and robes. He looked at the clock, it was time for him to join the herd of fresh year student.

Severus snuck outside and joined the flowing current of students. He hissed at the bitter winds as he marched along with the students. Nobody would notice an insignificant 'student' adding to the pile. They finally reached inside the historic, legendary school. The older students laughed at the sight of the new students awed by the structure of Hogwarts but Severus simply walked pass the large crowd of students. How he hated crowds; it made him sweaty and people were shoving and stepping on each other's feet. He rested while leaning on the wall and soon enough only the first year students filled the corridor. Suddenly, a young witch collided to Snape and linked her slim arms around his. He bared his teeth at his assailant, only to find Hermione grinning at him.

"Sev, I finally found you!" she exclaimed.

He cocked his head in surprise, "You were searching for me?" He never expected for her to go look for him and he realized how much effort she put in her unnecessary mission; small beads of sweat were slowly streaming down her broad forehead. He wasn't sure if he should be happy or not so he nervously scratched his head since he didn't know what to say to the girl. Not so long ago he only saw her as an obnoxious, insufferable brat but now he was starting to slowly see her in a new light. He was beginning to acknowledge her as a human being who could possibly be... his friend. He couldn't deny her overwhelming, warm personality. She continued to beam a radiant smile at him as she nodded. He felt a tiny urge to ask her why but that wish quickly evaporated as he heard the rest of the Golden Trio's voices.

His heart recoiled at the hateful voiced; Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. Exactly how many times did he have to secretively save those stupid boys?! He was more than certain that one of the two was extremely suicidal but then there was a great possibility that the neither of the boys knew the vocabularies: safety, caution, or planning. Their test scores proved his theory of the boys having a single digit IQ.

"You know him Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Yup, his name is Sev," she answered.

He frowned at the nickname, it was fine if she called him that, he could bear that much for the sake of his job, but if Potter or Weasley dared to call him 'Sev', he wouldn't hesitate to wring their necks. He corrected his introduction as he withdrew his arm from Hermione's arm, "Severus."

The Weasley boy extended his chocolate covered hands to greet him. He wasn't the only one frowning at the boy's hand in disgust. The sassy witch prelected the redhed, "Ronald, your hands are filthy, nobody would shake your hands in that state." Ron lazily rolled his eyes and left a visible smudge of chocolate along his old robe. Once again, Ron offered his hands to Severus who returned the gesture with a scornful look. Harry who had been fidgeting his fingers attempted to gloss over the grim conversation, "I'm Harry Potter."

Severus felt sick to the pit of his stomache as his eyes met Harry's eyes. He always felt anger whenever he met the boy's eyes as everything about the boy was the resemblance of James Potter except his eyes. Those haunting eyes, Lily Evan's eyes. He quickly turned cynical towards Potter, "Yes, our newest celebrity." Deja vu. At Harry's name all the noise died out and his godson shoved his way out of the crowd.

Draco Malfoy also resembled his father. Draco confidently strode towards their group while puffing up his chest.

"So it's true, the famous Harry Potter is joining Hogwarts this year," the blond gave a smug smile as his comment roused several mummurs. Malfoy continued on, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." The clueless redhead gave out a small laugh. Draco sneered and turned his attention to Weasley, "You think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask who you are, red hair, freckles, used robes and books. You must be a Weasley." Ron shrunk back at the confrontation and Severus couldn't help but smirk. The blond boy returned his attention back to Potter, "You are soon going to find out that some wizarding families are more superior than others, I can help you there." Severus didn't want to deal with this uselss drama so he walked off to the door with Hermione in hand.

Fortunately Minerva soon appeared out of the door and the students feel silent. Minerva gabbed all their attention with her clear, loud voice, "Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards."

And each house has its dark history as each has produced several dark, dangerous wizards and witches. Sometimes Severus disliked the fact that as an adult, he and the others had the obligation to cover all the dark sides. He believed that this was the reason why most of the students were naïve and complained about each minor tasks. He accepted the fact that life wasn't fair since he was a boy for life truly wasn't kind to him in the least. His family life always was befouled and abusive, school was better than his private life but it carried the years of heartbreak and bullying, then he followed the wrong path which made him a Death Eater, and there were so many things he could list.

Minerva continued, "While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarted yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose along with the boy's disgusting cloak. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair while Draco tightened his tie. "I will return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall, "Please wait quietly."

His eyes ran through his surroundings, Minerva has clearly managed to make all the first years nervous, all the students were redoing their clothes and taking care of their hair. Even Hermione who was standing next to him was brushing over her pleated skirt and attempting to tame her uncontrollable mass of hair.

He sighed and asked, "Nervous?"

She looked up to him and answered, "Definitely. Aren't you?"

He gave a snort, as if he would be nervous about this trivial thing. If he got nervous about this he would have been long dead while he was a Death Eater. She continued to fix her appearance and once she finally settled down, she asked him, "How do I look?" He felt his left eyebrow arch, she was obviously waiting for a reassurance but thanks to his personality he knew he would insult her more than compliment her, so he didn't give a reply to the girl. Her hands started moving again as she bit her bottom lip, "I look that bad that you won't give me an answer." His lips went thin, when did I ever say that or imply that idea. I've got to bloody get close to you , you daft girl, so I clearly can't go off firing insults to you. His firm, pale hands repressed her fidgeting hands as he spoke out part of his thoughts, "I never said that."

"Move along now in two, neat files," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Minerva had returned. Before she opened the great doors she instructed the students,"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." As the entrance opened, Minerva led the students inside and the one standing next to him was Hermione. While they were walking down the aisle, he could often feel the witch's gaze but he didn't return her a glance. They came to a halt, Minerva stood in front of the staff's table and grabbed the long list. The new students eyed the dusty hat with great curiosity while he kept his eyes focused on Albus who was staring at him in return.

He kept his back straight as Minerva went down the list.

"Severus Black," she called him out front. He climbed onto the hard, uncomfortable stool and Minerva placed the damned, dusty hat on his head.

"What's this? Haven't I sorted you before, yes, I have. You are not Severus Black but Severus Snape. I remember all those who I've sorted and I sorted you 26 years ago so why am I sorting you again after all these years," the annoying hat murmured. "You were a proud Slytherin back then and it looks like you are still a Slytherin but you are a bit different compared to back then. You've faced numerous hardships, you have a hint of Gryffindor in you now so should I place in Gryffindor then?"

Gryffindor? Me a Gryffindor? Bloody ridiculous. I am a Slytherin through and through. But then again, it'd be much easier for his task if he was to enter Gryffindor. From the stool, he glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw the flock of the Weasley family and then his eyes rested on Potter and the youngest Weasley. He scoffed, he would never choose Gryffindor no matter how much time passed.

"Ah, your confusion is gone. Your desire is to be in the Slytherin but I still sense a miniscule amount of regret and hesitation... why I wonder. Why indeed," the Sorting Hat whispered. Severus's anger rose and used occlumency to block the hateable, invasive hat; he wouldn't sit still while having anyone or anything penetrating his mind. Then the hat laughed out loud and everyone stared at him. "Professor Snape, you are extremely talanted with occlumency without a doubt but my sole purpose is to invade witch's and wizard's mind and heart, no magic exists to stop me from entering. I now know the reason behind your hesitation, it's that brown, curly haired girl standing down there." His blood pulse quickened and his chest rose higher as anger fueled him, if the fucking hat uttered anything else, he would incinerate the thing. "No need to burn me to a crisp, I'm just doing my job and now I'll let you go Severus Black." Without a second later the hat finally cried out, "SLYTHERIN!" He shot a dangerous glare before he slammed the hat onto the stool. As he descended from the stairs, Minerva gave him a surprised, curious look.

He joined the Slytherin's table and the other students were smirking at him. A tall, brutish boy greeted him, "Congratulations in joining the greatest house in Hogwarts, I'm the prefect and look at you, you are emitting quite an extraordinary, dangerous vibe. We are all brothers and sisters here in this house and from the looks of it, you'll make a fine Slytherin." He sat next to the other students and gulped down pumpkin juice. Damn, he forgot that students only got pumpkin juice while the staff were drinking fine, elvish wine; and that's what he exactly needed right now to quell his temper. Minvera continued along the list and by the time she reached the letter 'F', he had calmed down. He was stabbing a piece of meat on his plate while staring at Hermione who was eagerly waiting for her name to be called. He carefully thought of what the Sorting Hat said who read his mind and heart. The hat commented that deep inside him, he was hesitating because of that young witch. It had to be just because of his mission, nothing more. That's all the irritating piece of cloth saw, there were no other hidden meaning behind it. He chewed on the the food on his plate and Minerva finally reached Hermione's last name.

He recognized the student who started a conversation with him, it was Adrian Pucey, a Chaser in the Slyhterin Quidditch team. Adrian said, "You've been gawking at that girl for a while now and you were standing next to her while you came in too. Is she your girlfriend or something?" Severus choked on whatever he was swallowing and stared at the teen. Hermione Granger, his girlfriend? Where did that nonsense come from now? He answered the absurd question, "No way," at the same time the Sorting Hat bellowed out her house, "Gryffindor!" Severus focused on her and felt his chest tighten. Why in Merlin's ass was his chest tightening now, was it thanks to what the Sorting Hat said earlier? He felt dismayed by her sorting, he already knew that Granger belonged in the Gryffindor House so why was this information hurting him now. Adrian's smile faded at her house's name and captured Severus's attention back, "Good thing I didn't call her pretty and that she's not your girlfriend, she belongs in that sickening House. I'll tell you and the rest of you freshmen, Gryffindor is our number one enemy in Hogwarts. We are their rival in Quidditch, points, and everything so don't ever lose to the likes of them." Cheers from the older students erupted for Slytherin's glory against Gryffindor. Severus lost his appeite and silently stared at Hermione who sitting happily next to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.


Please review this chapter and the next chapter is dedicated to Hermoine's birthday as promised so please look foward and thanks to all the review, follows, etc. Much appreciated as all of my readers brightens my day! Continue to follow along the fanfic, cheers.