Dumbledore POV
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When I received the floo from Poppy urgently telling me Severus had been in an accident, unconscious and very much younger, I did rush down as soon as possible, once I submitted some paperwork, I knew Severus would...how to put it...freak at being younger.

The room was empty other than a shielded bed in the corner and Poppy bringing out various potions and taking down notes, I wondered up to the young man who was still under a sleeping draught to have a quick look. Other than the obvious fact he was definitely younger, he seemed perfectly well; his scans were clear, no scaring, he was just smaller. I decided to take a closer look at the boy, so dainty, his small hands with long fingers, the highly defined cheekbones. I can feel myself frowning as my hand touches his nose and strokes his hair. I've always hated those. If the boy actually looked after himself he would be really rather dashing.

I've already got my plan sorted, I'd look after him of course, the paperwork I had already submitted. He'd be mine. I'll get that blasted nose fixed, cut that annoying hair and sort out those teeth of his, hadn't he ever heard of a dentist? I smile, slowly but surely it was slowly working out.

Sure enough, the boy awoke and panicked, silly lad. I pulled him into me to try and calm him down, whispering soothing words to him as he cries into me, I finally feel him calm down and I take him back into the bed and hold him as he's sleeping.

Snape POV

When I wake up it's dark I try to sit up but something is holding me down, I turn to see what it is and I find Dumbledore still in bed with me his arms wrapped around me protectively. I smile, always like father, I move into him more to get more comfort and he wakes up and pulls me closer.

"Severus, I know this must be hard…do you want a mirror?" he whispers, I don't reply but nod into his robes and then I feel him poking me with the mirror. His arms let go of me and I sit up to look in it, I must be about 15, my nose only has one dent in it so far. My hair goes past my shoulders and is greasy, my skin is clear but very pale and I'm unhealthily skinny, I open my mouth, yes my teeth are awful, always have been and always will be. I want to start crying again but then a sudden thought comes to me, I grab my left arm and pull up the white sleeve; no mark. "Sir…what am I to do? I can't teach and I have no family…" I curl into him again, and he wraps his arms around me, "I've already contacted the ministry Severus, apparently the potion that exploded was a de-aging formula strictly forbidden for over 500 years, your records were automatically updated as soon as the potion touched you, according to the ministry you are only 15 years old. They said if I don't find you a guardian, you are to go to the ministry homing system. I presumed you wouldn't want to go back to you father so I told the ministry he was dead, and I would be your guardian and at school you would have a different name so there are no complications with your new school mates."

He pulls me closer to him if that's even possible, I'm practically on top of him but I don't care I wiggle into him more, trying to process everything he's just said. He's now my guardian, but I have a different name for when I go to school? That's the part I don't understand. "Sir…changed name? School mates?"

"Why yes, you have no qualifications according to the ministry. So I have enrolled you in a very nice school indeed." His eyes are twinkling; I don't like the sound of this.

"What Sir? I don't understand." I'm fairly certain I know what he means, but I want to hear him say it.

"My dear boy, you are now a student at Hogwarts, a very fine school indeed. I've enrolled you as Charles Prince; I've always liked the name Charles and Prince only seem fitting since you are the last in the family for the Princes." I sit there in shock; I'm to go to Hogwarts again, under the name of Charles Prince. I hesitate slightly, and then I realize there's a flaw in the plan. "Headmaster, I know I'm physically younger, but people will recognize me as Severus Snape, the plan will hardly work." His twinkle is still there, damn, he's already thought this through. "Yes, well, I have an idea. As your guardian I'm going to take care of you properly. When you are able to leave the hospital wing, I'm taking you down to Diagon Alley to sort you out. I want you looking proper, prim and well cared for; meaning I'm sorting out your teeth, nose and cutting that hair."

I want to laugh, he's never been good with jokes but his face seems perfectly serious and then it clicks, he's telling the truth.

I continue to lie next to him and looking at him until he can't hold a serious face any longer and cracks himself but then Pomfrey came trotting over, "Oh yes, Albus, you'll want to get him some new clothes too, he's awfully short, aren't you dear?" She's smiling at me and I know she knows I hate being treated this way, she kisses my forehead, smirks and then leaves saying "Headmaster, you can take him to your quarters now" and then "Goodbye little Prince" she says to me, all I can do is sit and glare.

Apparently it's about 1am, as Dumbledore and I walk to his office, he's explaining to me that Professor Snape had had enough of students stupid actions and quit and then left suddenly overnight. Apparently when I yelled at everyone to get out I cast a locking charm on the door, and none of the pupils had seen me unconscious and it was a house elf that had come to give me tea that had found me. Charles Prince, for the past few years has been home schooled and has recently transferred here due to family problems. All I had to do was play the part of Charles Prince and give nothing away about that fact I was once Severus Snape, until Potter and Malfoy blew up that bloody potion and destroyed my life, well practically erased it according to the Ministry. I am now Charles Prince, I am now Charles Prince, I am now Charles Snape, oh bugger this, it's going to be hard.