A Round of Applause for:

- Someone aka Me (Thanks!)

- Lucky's Girl (I don't even know myself how my brain works. Ha ha ha.)

- PottersLittleSister (I'm glad!! I love that line too!)

- Aurora-Jane Turner (There's never enough of the word "awesome"!! XD)

- Dawn96 (Yup, yup!)

- Mini Librarian (Ha ha ha.)

- ElementUchihaMaster (I try my best!)

- 10thWeasley (I'm glad my story serve as the perfect excuse for getting out of studying!! Hurray!) (Still trying to extract image of Snape in a speedo from my brain!!! AHHH!!)

- HarryxPotterx4ever (Ha ha ha. He probably would.)

- TwllgHt-LoVeR24 (Cool! The movie rocks!!)

- Smoochynose

It seems a lot of people liked how Sirius was declared insane. Some things are just too good to pass up! Ha ha ha. Sorry for the slow-ish update; I wrote basically the whole thing and then my computer deleted it!! Argh-eth!! Alrighty, on with the show!!!

BACK TO THE FUTURE 2

A Harry Potter Fanfic

By Yolapeoples

(I own nothing.)

"Great game. Great friggin' game." It was a good day for Snape when his personally owned Quidditch team won the World Cup and he got to watch it on a large screen Wiz-TV from the comfort of a bubbling hot tub in the company of two showgirls. Sure, we could include the fact that Snape owned the referee and the showgirls were paid by the hour, but we don't want to ruin Snape's good time, do we?

Obviously, someone did - that or sought an early and unmarked grave - when the television's screen suddenly went black.

"What the bloody-"

"Party's over, Snape." said Harry boldly.

"YOU! What are you doing here?" hissed Snape vehemently, jerking agitatedly in the hot tub to see the teen who had dared disturb him, before adding, "How did you get past my security downstairs?!"

Harry smirked, glancing down at his wand in his hand before shrugging, "I managed."

Snape's expression remarkably reminded Harry of Uncle Vernon and had they been playing charades - though Harry concluded he would never actually wish to partake in a game of charades with his ex-professor/new-daddy -, Snape would have most definitely won.

"Well, you got just 10 seconds to get your arse out of here or you're going to have to carry it out." hissed Snape, wading through the hot tub towards his wand which rested to the side.

"There's a little matter I need to talk to you about." continued Harry calmly, his hands in his pockets, his eyes closed with his head tilted towards the floor.

"Money, right? Well, forget it!" Snape was getting dangerously close to his wand as he over-exaggerated the slowness of his hand going to pick it up, mentally counting to ten.

"Not money, no." Harry paused, looking up at Snape, "The Prophecy." The capital letter just seemed to sink into the statement naturally.

Snape's hand halted almost immediately, his fingers brushing against the polished wood, as he stared at Harry intently.

"You know what I'm talking about. It's a Prophecy that… predicts things." prompted Harry, outwardly smirking, but mentally biting his lip, hoping he hadn't given away the fact that this was all just an educated guess.

"You heard him, girls; party's over."

"Start talking, kid." stated Snape, now dressed in a silk bathrobe - what was it with him and silk?! - gesturing for Harry to sit in the chair opposite what should have been Dumbledore's desk as he sat at what should have been Dumbledore's desk. "What else do you know about that Prophecy?"

"First you tell me how you found out about it." said Harry nonchalantly, "How, when, where…"

Snape looked over Harry one last time before smiling slyly and pushing himself up off his chair using the desk as leverage. Harry's eyes followed Snape's every movement as he stepped to the side of the chair, pushed it back under the desk and reached for a large painting of himself that hung behind the desk on the wall. Harry also tried not to act surprised when the painting swung forward on hinges to reveal a small safe whose security system, just by a glance, would have no doubt rivaled that of Gringotts.

"Alright." replied Snape, beginning the opening procedure of the safe, "November of my seventh year. That was when."

"Seventh year?" echoed Harry, mildly deadpanning; in all honesty, what were the chances?

"It was at school, at this dance."

"All years, all houses?!" If someone wanted to prove that two and two equaled fish, this would be the time.

Snape whipped around, "How did you know that?!"

"Oh, uh…" Harry frantically thought of an excuse, "My godfather told me." Snape gave him a look and he added, "Before he was committed."

Snape had an "Ahhh, I get it now." sort of expression before he shook it off and opened the last of the safe's security, all the while explaining, "Well, there I was, minding my own business and this crazy old bloke with a mirror calls me over. Says he's a distant relative of mine; I don't see the resemblance. So, he says 'How would you like for all your dreams to come true?' I say, 'Sure.', so he lays this on me."

The safe's door opened as if on cue and Snape pulled out a piece of parchment - yellowed with age and crumpled from being folded and unfolded numerous times -, handing it carefully to Harry who ate it up… figuratively of course.

It read, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will power the Dark Lord knows not and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

"He says that this note is a prophecy that will one day impact my life entirely. All I have to do is remember it always and, if I play my cards right, everything will turn out the way I want it too. Naturally, I think he's full of it. So I say, 'What's the catch?' And he says, no catch, just keep it a secret. Then he says "Severus Snape, you're one lucky guy. After that, he disappeared and I never saw him again."

Snape reached out his hand to take the parchment back and Harry diligently gave it back to him. Snape then returned it to the safe and close said safe up again before rounding the table to stand in front of Harry.

"Oh," he added in what seemed like realization, "he told me one more thing." Harry looked up innocently, curious. "He said that someday, a crazy wild-eyed wizard with shaggy black hair or a kid might show up asking about the Prophecy. And if that ever happens…"

And Snape pulled out a .38 revolver - not that Harry really named it, but rather alarms went off in his head screaming, "GUN! GUN! GUN! GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE!!!" - and aimed it at Harry.

Harry gulped, "Yeah, well, you're forgetting one thing - Hey, look!!"

Snape fell for it and looked over his shoulder, and Harry bolted out the office door so fast that all that remained was empty space, some dust, and a few skid marks. Snape let out an enraged and animalistic growl and charged after the teenager.

A/n: Okay, sorry if I scarred you for life with images of Snape in a hot tub (I already did so for 10thWeasley, but then 10thWeasley was the one to offer the thought that Snape seemed like a speedo person!! The mental images; they buuurnnn!!) *nervous laugh and sheepish smile*, but you have to say that the last line was awesome. I mean, I didn't come up with that, since it was in the BTTF script, but I can totally see that happening with Snape and Harry. Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I'm going back to school on Monday, but my New Year's resolution is to update more often and regularly (something that is definitely needed, eh?).

Oh! Almost forgot! While I was searching around for the quote from the Prophecy (I'm on vacation so I don't have my books), I found a quote from an interview with the fabulous JKR:

Q: Will Harry Potter time-travel again?
A: Not telling!!!

Well, of course, he will!!! He's got to go fix the space-time-continuum before Remus has a mid-life crisis episode, or will Snape get 'im first? And what exactly did Harry do to Malfoy, aka Snape's security??? REVIEW TO FIND OUT!!! XD
~ Yolapeoples