Alright! Here goes the first chapter of Once Upon A Time. Thanks again to those who reviewed, and thanks to those who trust me to give them good entertainment.

So enjoy! This chapter title is crappy xS Sorry for that!

-The Brain Has No Limits-

"Look at who we've got here," Sirus said, pointing at a skinny boy walking quickly in the hall, toward the library.

"Isn't it Snivellus?" James Potter snorted, glaring gleefully at the Slytherin. "What are you holding?"

Severus cursed inwardly. He had hoped they wouldn't notice the papers he was carrying. "Mind your own business."

But before he even knew it, James held the story in his hands. His eyes travelled quickly on it, twinkling in nasty amusement. "Hey guys! Snivellus writes like a girl!"

"When did you-"

Severus disbelieving voice shook with anger.

"Gryffindor's seeker," James shrugged with a smirk. "Oh, this is too good. Snivellus is writing a fairytale!"

"Is he the main character?" Sirius asked, a vicious curiosity washing on his features.

James shook his head. "The main character is a brave and handsome guy named Prince Seven…"

A snicker was heard behind them. "Well, seems like Snivellus is dreaming!"

"Yeah, who would write such things about old greasy Snape, other than himself? He surely has fun creating a world where he is the hero," Remus added, a shy taunting grin twisting his thin lips.

That's not true! Severus wanted to shout, to wipe their smug air away from their faces. Nothing else than a small groan escaped his lips.

"Is Snivellus crying?" James wondered aloud, his voice showing no compassion- but then again, why would it?

"Am not!"

He, however, felt his cheeks getting wet.

"Come on, Severus!"

At the soft call, Severus felt his mind being dragged back over hundred of meters…

"You blame me for daydreaming, but I think this is worse," Lily giggled happily.

Severus stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Everything was a blur of colors. When had he fallen asleep?

When he could see clearly, he realized two things: Lily's face was just above his and he was lying on the grass, his head resting on his friend's thighs.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, jerking up instantly.

Lily smiled mischievously. "Don't worry. I've punished you already."

Smiling brightly to her friend's confused look, she handed him a small mirror.

"You wrote all over my face," Severus stated as if it was the most normal thing ever.

The girl laughed proudly. "I did!"

"And you wrote…"

He paused a moment to examine the letters reflected on the mirror.

"Sev loves ketchup!?!" he said, his eyes growing to the size of tennis balls. "Lily, that's…"

"Really funny? I know."

Severus tried to glare at her, but failed yet again. Sometimes, he had trouble telling why he even tried. "You could have written the story instead."

"Says the guy who fell asleep on me." Lily rolled her eyes. "What were you dreaming about, by the way?"

Severus blinked, trying to collect his memories. Nothing came.

"Forgot," he answered honestly. "How did I fall asleep on you, anyway? I was leaning against a tree."

Lily nodded. "I moved you so you'd be more comfortable."

"Oh."

Severus couldn't think of anything smart to reply. "Oh" summed it up.

"You did look more comfortable," she added after a moment of silence.

Severus blushed furiously, his eyes shifting away.

"We came here for the story, right?" He said at last, breaking the building tension. "Where is it?"

Lily smiled and handed him the piece of paper where she had written the entire introduction. He took a quill and read before writing the next scene.

xXxXxXx

In these times of wonders, no one could be fully trusted. The Razalas kingdom was said to be on the verge of falling. The citizens were discretely moving out of the country, travelling by night mostly. The King never truly cared about anything aside money.

The only person willing to fight was the Prince, for the sake of his people. Days after days, nights after nights, he gathered an army of the most skilled warriors in his land- they were also said to be the most blood lusting men around.

The Prince shut his eyes on it; there was no other way. He had to wash the stain on his country honour. At least, for his mother. She deserved it.

However, the night before their departures, Prince Seven had the strangest apparition: a little fairy sat on the head of his bed, watching over his tensed form with curiosity.

"Why aren't you sleeping, young Prince of Razalas?" she asked after a moment.

Seven raised his head to glance at the magical creature. "Tomorrow, I'm going to lead my country into a terrible war."

The fairy didn't speak a word, but nodded to show she heard him. With a sigh, prince Seven continued.

"I know it's the right choice. The relationship between our two countries is going to crumble soon; we can't wait to have them attack us when we'll be unsuspecting. This is the best choice I came up with."

"But?" The fairy supplied, her head cocking gently to the side.

Seven took a deep breath. There was no reason for him to be revealing his thoughts to the mysterious visitor, still he went ahead. "I'm pretty doubtful on the outcome."

"The last motion in a war is never to be predicted."

The Heir of the Kingdom brows creased on his forehead. "I'm aware of that. Everyone is. Somehow, I wish there was a way to appease their fears and find back our reputations… without having them killed."

"Death will always meet a warrior, young Prince. It can't be any other ways. If you order your people to kill others, you have to expect them to be killed." The fairy had a strange face, Prince Seven noticed. One side shone in prettiness while the other scared him…

"My brain is telling me too," the young adult explained, closing his eyes tightly. "My heart says otherwise…"

"That, my friend, is the decision that every valiant man has to do."

The prince shook his head weakly. "There's no decision to make. If I had another choice, I'd raise the white flag in an instant. But there isn't."

"There is."

The prince's eyes shot opened and he stared at the thing perched above his head. "Please tell then."

"A prophecy suggests that, between two realms, an alliance can be agreed on by marrying two Chosen Powers. If love blossoms, the countries will be at peace… but if it doesn't work out, war will destroy many lives," the fairy informed him with a knowing grin.

Prince Seven blinked. A wedding could solve the matter?

"Who would be the Chosen Powers?" he inquired.

The fairy's grin brightened. "Why, the Prince and the Princess of course!"

"I must marry Cirdog's princess to avoid war?" Seven gaped. Somehow, even knowing he had to reign over Razalas, he never imagined himself married… but if it was for the greater good, he'd have to accept it.

"Yes. You have to go and find Cirdog's princess. Once there, you'll have to make her fall in love with you- two strangers can't unite their destinies even for their duty. Remember that. Without love, both countries will be crushed by a bloody fight," the fairy warned solemnly.

The dark haired boy nodded sternly. "I place the interests of my kingdom above mines. Who is it I must ask for when in their land?"

"Princess Heaven, sir."

Prince Seven nodded again, before staring at the fairy in suspicion. "Who are you, small being?"

"I'm a winged-fairy from the West, Prince of Razalas," she smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I thought you'd never ask. My name is Fate."

"Thank you for your advices, Fate," Seven said with the tiniest smile.

The fairy shrugged it off. "I'm only following strict orders. I'm leading you to the path of destiny, but the journey is yours to make."

With this last line, the Winged-Fairy vanished with a quiet 'pop'. Perhaps her duty was to leave the moment a decision was taken?

Because the Heir of Ralazas had just made the decision who'd change the future of the entire Strawgoh world- forever.

xXxXxXx

"I feel like we achieved something really, really well!" Lily exclaimed, grinning at her comrade who smile back sheepishly.

"Let's call it a day then?" Severus suggested, rising up to stretch his legs.

Lily pouted. "I wanted to hang out with you some more."

"Oh," Severus said. "Let's walk around the school then?"

It was nothing exciting, but Lily made it look like it made her day. Severus helped her up, whilst trying not to beam too much.

His enthusiasm faded when they entered the castle. Every where he walked, people where laughing and murmuring…

"Mister Snape," Professor MacGonagall called him when she saw him, in the hallway, "I know that it isn't against school's rules. And I agree that you like to express your opinions…"

Severus frowned. "What is it, Professor?"

"You are allowed to love ketchup, but to go as far as to parade around the school with it written all over your face…"

This time, Severus couldn't repress the urge to slap his forehead. But he still couldn't glare at the giggling Lily.

"Really sweet of you, Lily," he said with a teasing smile. "To know that the only reason why you hang out with me is to make fun of me."

"Hey!" Lily protested, crossing her arms. "I showed you your face; you forgot to wipe it. Not my fault."

Severus rolled his eyes. "I give up."

Giving up wasn't something he was used to but when he couldn't glare, scowl or curse, there was nothing he could do.

Lily smiled, and it only strengthened the previous point; against his Gryffindor friend, he was totally helpless.

Helpless and stupid enough to keep the words written over his face, just so she would continue to laugh blissfully at his sides. Mac Gonagall could complain all she wanted.

Severus would love ketchup as long as it would make Lily happy.

Err? Did it meet your expectations? If it didn't, then tell me. I'll try to work harder on the next one )

I chose a kind of fluffy ending, because… I lacked inspiration for a good one that would make you want to stay at all cost xD But please stay anyway!

So in this chapter, we have a dream sequel, a part of the fairytale and two LilySev moments tainted with ketchup... Do I deserve a review for my hard work? Please?