Here's the next part! I also wanted to inform you that the reason the flash backs aren't in 1st person POV is that I thought it was better written as a third person POV. Also I wanted to keep this story as only Albus and Harry POV and since Snape is in his body that also counts, but only while he is undead. Does that make any sense? Probably not. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't anything or anyone.

Albus POV

Dad, I mean Snape, walked out of his room ten minutes after I had left. He looked grouchy; it seemed as though that was the only face he knew how to pull.

"Hello." Mum said uncertainly. Snape huffed and walked right past her. Mum growled angrily. James gave her an amused smile. She rolled her eyes and walked after Snape. We followed her. It looked like Snape had already left.

"He went to Hogwarts." I tell my mum.

"I know Al, thank you." She had an edge to her voice. We flooed to the castle.

Snape POV

I stormed into the castle, walked past Albus' desk and hurried down the stairs. I felt naked without my robes billowing behind me. My intimidation factor had taken a hit. I heard a female voice behind me.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Oh, she was just talking to the brat. I kept walking and then halted. I was the brat. I turned around and glared at McGonagall.

"Minerva." I gave her my best sneer. She seemed taken aback.

"Mr Potter. What is the meaning of this?" She asked angrily.

"I'm using my celebrity status to break into Hogwarts and become Headmaster." I say sarcastically. I keep a straight face as I see hers turn to a bright red.

"I have never... what is wrong with you Harry?"

"I don't seem to be myself as of late." I say ironically.

"I would say so." She said fuming. Then my fun is spoiled because the Potter's have arrived. Minerva seems relieved.

"Ginny, thank Merlin. I don't know what has gotten over your husband, but he…"

"Minerva. That is not my husband." She glared at me and I glared right back. Minerva was baffled.

"Snape's taken over his body." The youngest pipes in, sounding a little too amused.

"What? How is that even possible?"

"That is why I am here Minerva. I need to get to my office promptly to go through my notes. Has anyone disturbed it since my absence?"

"N-no." She stutters. I turn and leave her.

"I'll explain it all later Minerva. Thank you." Ms Weas- Mrs Potter says.

"So." The little red head looks up at me. She doesn't seem intimidated by me. She probably would be if I didn't look like her father.

"What's it like? Being alive again, I mean." I actually have to think about the question before I answer her. We're still walking quickly and Lily has to practically run to keep up with me. I try not to think of the other Lily, the one I knew from another lifetime. She plagued my thoughts when I was alive and now it seems she plagues them while I am undead. My thoughts return back to reality when the girl looks up at me expectantly.

"Confusing and a lot less relaxing then I thought it would be." Though I've never actually thought of being undead. She smiles up at me.

"Yes, I suppose it isn't. It would have been nice to know you if you weren't in my dad's body, that is. My dad's talked about you a lot, you know. He says great things about you, but you seem grouchier then I thought you would be. It wouldn't kill you to be a little nicer."

"Have you forgotten that I am already dead?" I say angrily.

"You see? That. Stop thinking the worst of people. It was just a saying anyway."

"Lily, come over here." Thank Merlin.

"We're having a conversation, mum." Weasley looked at me, smiled mischievously and said:

"Alright, keep talking."

"So anyway…" And she keeps droning on and on until we reach my office. The Potter's look at me expectantly.

"I can't work with the four of you hovering over me." I say in dismissal. They huff in unison and leave. Bloody hell they are annoying.

I start looking through the notes that are on my desk. It is past one o'clock in the morning when I feel myself getting tired. I could usually work for over 48 hours without any sleep, but this body has taken a toll. It was only days ago that I, he, it has had a heart attack. But I keep reading through my notes, determined. Though soon I am lulled into the land of dreams…

Severus was walking on the castle grounds. Bodies were everywhere. The sight sickened him and he wanted to turn tail and run. Severus was many things, but a coward he was not. He followed the black haired man with a sneer plastered on his face. Sirius smiled.

"There he is." He said looking over at his Godson. Severus watched in awe as he saw Voldemort fall to his knees and disintegrate.

"He did it." He said in disbelief.

"Of course he did. I never doubted for a moment that Harry would be the one to win this." Sirius had a proud smile on his face.

"I'm so proud of you Harry." Sirius whispered, caught in his own world, completely forgetting about the dark man behind him. Severus kept watching as Harry got up, albeit a little unstably. Black turned sharply on his heel.

"There'll be celebrations where we're going. Come on." He said, walking back towards the woods. Severus hesitated, looking back at Harry and the castle, his home and then he reluctantly followed Sirius. He really had no other choice anyway.

"There's someone that's been dying to see you." He laughed at his own joke. Severus couldn't think of anyone that would want to see him. Maybe it was Albus. Once he stepped foot in the woods, everything around him disappeared. He was in a bright white room. Black was nowhere to be found.

"Hello Severus." He recognized that voice. He spun on his heel and saw…

I gasped as I awoke. The dream had been so vivid. I remember seeing someone. Someone I wasn't expecting. I racked my brain for the answer, but none came to me. Who had it been? I tried going back to sleep to continue my dream, but I was so pumped with adrenaline that it was an impossible task. So, I went back to my task of going through my notes. I only had about a book and a hundred loose papers left to go through. I doubted I would find the answer here, but I persevered. About an hour later I became thirsty and my stomach grumbled in hunger. I summoned a house elf and drank my tea and ate the biscuits. I kept working, until my elbow knocked my tea cup to the ground. I still wasn't used to this body. I bent over to pick the cup when I saw the tempting diary on the ground. I remember placing it there when I had first arrived. I had been too preoccupied spelling the dust out of the room to think of the diary. My mind wandered as to what could possibly be written inside it. Why couldn't I read it now? Why did I have to wait until after I found a way to get Potter back? I grabbed the diary, opened the first page and then quickly shut it. I promised the boy I wouldn't read it and I always keep my word. I wouldn't start breaking my promises now. I sighed, set the book in one of my drawers and went back to my gruelling task.

If the POV changes from the flashbacks are confusing you or annoying, let me know and I'll fix it. I just thought it was better written that way, but maybe not. (Shrugs) Lily hasn't really talked much in this story so I thought it would be good to have a Snape-Lily convo. I hoped you liked it. Anyway, please review! :)

~doomsday2012