Author's Note: Okay. Someone strange told me to have Severus find the Potter Puppet pals on YouTube.

This story, right now, is based in 1981—YouTube won't be created for about...another twenty-five years!

-Cough- Sorry. Thank you to all who reviewed, it seriously makes me incredibly happy...and all it is, is some words from a stranger. So, thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you might recognize!


Severus stirred after what might have been hours, but to him it had felt like minutes. He used his arms to sit up straighter, and the memories from moments prior came flooding back and he got a bit of a headache.

'It's 1981...I'm twenty-fucking-years old!' He shook his head and stood up, wobbling slightly from dizziness of fainting. He stomped his feet a little bit to get the feeling back in his legs, and headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water. He grabbed a crystal glass off of one of the shelves, and after noticing how dirty it was did a quick Squirgify charm to make it clean. He took a few steps to the faucet and filled it half way, raised to his lips and began to drink. It was then he remembered more of the date and dropped the glass; it landed with a crash and shattered. October 28th.

'Lily and James are alive...' Severus didn't exceptionally care that James was still alive, but Lily. Lily had been one of his first friends...his only friends...

He went to the living room and landed with a thud onto the dusty, battered old couch. Severus rubbed his forehead, trying to sort his thoughts the best he could. He knew that trying to save Lily, 'and James' Severus reminded himself quietly, would be a tad bit insane. What could he change to have the future work out for the better?

'I'll go and see her.' Severus nodded to himself, deciding he would either visit her later that day or the following. Then he remembered one other important figure in this whole situation.

Harry.

'Now, that I can change....either I'll save Lily and James from that damn fate, or he'll find a magical guardian for him. He won't be raised by those damn muggles. I might not exceptionally like the boy, but he deserves better than those muggles.' Severus sat on that old couch for hours, thinking of how, or what he could change to make the future better.

Severus groaned when he realized he needed the one thing he hated most.

Help.

'But who in the bloody world would first listen to me, and then help with my problem? I'm going to need someone so caring, so helpful that no matter who I am he'd help me anyway. Someone who knows the Potter's really well...'

Remus Lupin.

Severus stood quickly, a bit too quickly as he became a bit dizzy all over again. Right now it didn't matter who he hated and who he trusted, he need the future to change and he needed help, now.

'And besides, Lupin never actually teased or taunted me...It was mostly Potter and Black--'

Black. Well, there was a dilemma. He'll be arrested in a few days for the betrayal of the Potters and the 'murder' of Peter Pettigrew.

'To free, or not to free. That is the question...'

Sirius Black had made his life a living Hell, even more-so than Potter did. He had nearly killed him by trying to lead him to Lupin during a full-moon. He absolutely hated Sirius. And Sirius hated him. It was a mutual hate—it wasn't unfair. Although he never knew why Black hated him in the first place...

But, if he saved the Potter's from the Halloween catastrophe that would unfold, Potter would want his best friend back, as would Lupin.

'I guess I have to. Damn. There goes the precious twelve years without that pompous jerk...'

Severus stood in front of his floo, grabbed a handful of the powder and watched as sprinkles of it fell out of the sides of his hand onto the floor. He stood in the fireplace, and forcefully said 'Remus Lupin'

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Remus was sitting at his coffee table, slowly sipping his morning tea and reading the Daily Prophet. He was tired, groggy, grumpy, and all around stressed. Full moon was only a few days away, the Potters were in hiding, and the Order was low on members; faced with Death Eaters they would be outnumbered 4:1. He groaned, stood up and walked over to the sink to wash his tea cup. He was just putting it on the rack to dry when he heard the bell for the floo go off.

'Who would that be...? Sirius is busy on Wednesdays, and James can't leave his home...'

He jogged over to the fireplace, tripping over the rug and he stumbled. While picking himself up, he glanced up at the person who just came out of the fireplace. His eyes widened when he recognized the fairly large nose and shiny black hair.

"Severus Snape? What are you doing here? Of all people to visit..." Remus trailed off and gestured Severus to come towards the kitchen.

"Trust me, Lupin, I wouldn't label it 'visiting'. I'm here for your help, not your company." Severus brushed off the ashes off of his robes and followed him.

Remus looked back at him. "My help? Why would you need my help?" He nodded for Severus to sit down at the coffee table. "Tea?" Severus shook his head, so Remus sat down across from him.

"I need your help..." Severus took a deep breath and looked Remus straight in the eye, "to save the Potters."

Remus looked at him with wide eyes. "I promise you, Severus, they are perfectly safe in hiding, Sirius would never sell them out either."

Severus shook his head. "No. They aren't. Trust me, Lupin, they aren't at all."

"How would you know?"

Severus looked down at his hands, unsure if he should tell him the truth or not. He probably should...it was easier than trying to come up with some cock-and-bull story to explain how he knew the future in the first place.

"I'm from the future. At least...my mind is."

Remus laughed out loud. "Right. Totally. Good joke, Severus." He was waiting for Severus to laugh along with him (even though he had never heard him laugh) but he never did. He glanced up at Severus' face and noticed his eyes were completely joke-free.

Remus' eyes went wide with shock. "Wait—you're serious!"

Severus nodded slowly. "I don't care that we aren't friends. We have one thing in common, we care about them--we need to save the Potters."


Author's Note: Another chapter down! What would you like to see in particular? I have a lot planned, but if anyone's DYING to see something I'll try to fit it in ;) Review!