Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I'd probably be writing a prequel. Wouldn't that be amazing.

You may find that Harry Potter is much more powerful than he is depicted in the books in this story, but that's only because I like heroic underdogs, of a sort, as the main protagonist.

'Fifty points from Gryffindor! Just like your father, Potter. Strutting around the castle as if it and its inhabitants belonged to you,' Snape remarked, looking down upon the frozen Slytherins and up towards the three.

The statements brought erupted another wave of talking from the students of the past. Lily Evans, still located at the front of the Great Hall, glanced quickly at the younger version of Snape, sitting at the front of the Slytherin table. Ignoring the older man's comments on Potter and Snape's past actions, she was glad to see that he did not become brainwashed by the Dark Arts. He had become a professor at Hogwarts, for sure, such a highly regarded role. She was proud.

The rest of students were either laughing at Snape's future self, gossiping about how it was definitely James Potter's son and who the mother was or, in the Hufflepuff first years' case, cowering at the thought of Severus Snape being a professor.

The chatter all stopped again as the event played out in front of them.

'My father did not strut and nor do I' replied the boy, Harry Potter, causing a few snickers as he tidied himself up.

'I would leave right now and stop being so pompous if I did not want to risk any more house points.' Snape replied.

'Let's go Harry,' the girl tugged at the robes of the boy whom was stilling staring, unmoving and fiercely in the professor's direction. Followed by the redhead, the two existed the hall.

'Huff,' Snape puffed, waving his wand and making his own way out of the hall with the three boys floating behind him.

As soon as Snape had left, McGonagall shut the door close with the flick of her wand.

'You may now return to your seats.'

The Gryffindor's flooded back to their seats, the chatter following them close behind. If Harry is James' son, does that make him dead?

A pale James Potter approached the podium, all eyes were on him now. Clearing his throat, he began, 'Although according to magical law we cannot give you the exact day we have travelled, we can give you a run down of today and what you can and cannot do.'

Many first years whispered among themselves excitedly, many of them and many others not realising the massive importance nor the meaning of the event they just witnessed. Not that much of it had anything to do with them at the point of time.

This time Lily Evan's spoke, she too only noticing that Snape was a professor and not much else, 'On this day in the future, third years and up are at Hogsmede and the rest of the years are either in the Library, their common rooms or the hospital wing. After one more charm performed by Professor Dumbledore we will be able to roam freely about the castle, obviously avoiding areas that you are prohibited from going to.'

The whole student body were on the edge of their seats in anticipation of what was to come. It may have been the most exciting days of their lives.

Dumbledore stood, 'Before I allow you to leave, I will have to say some final words. Butterscotch, humming bird, willow and, oh, lemon sherbet.' Casting the final spell, he commenced the day's exploring by saying, 'You may now leave.'

Every student stood up from their seat and rushed outside.

Sighing, McGonagall whispered to Dumbledore, 'Let the havoc begin. How long do you think will be staying here for?'

No one noticed the last student sitting with his head in his hands in the corner of the hall.

What do you think? I wish I could write more, but I got to go. Maybe tomorrow? Mind you, it's a bit of a longer chapter when it comes to my story writing. One more thing, I have another idea for a story, should I start writing it alongside this or just keep going one at a time?