So, I am finally able to publish this chapter! I couldn't find a way to retrieve the previous file, so it's not exactly how I had originally written it because I couldn't remember it word for word. I hope you like this chapter and please review!

I've switched the POV to Harry's so that you know what is going on with him. Here it is!

33 years earlier

"One day," I say to my only friend, the spider in my closet named Louis, "my parents are going to save me from this place. You'll see. And I promise I'll take you with me." Louis continues to spin his web. I wish I was spider, lazing around in a dusty cupboard corner. "Aunt Petunia makes me clean and do supper. I don't like doing all those things for them. I don't understand why they don't make Dudley do all those things" I say to Louis.

"Boy, get over here." Aunt Petunia is yelling for me. She probably wants me to do the dishes. Last time I had cut myself on the bread knife. There was blood everywhere. Aunt Petunia yelled at me for getting her floor all dirty.

"See you Louis." I tell my friend. I like him. He listens to me.

"Coming Aunt Petunia." I say, coming out of my cupboard. As I had thought, she made me do the dishes. I was extra careful to not cut myself again. She yelled at me for being too slow, but that was okay. I didn't bleed on her floor again. I went back to my cupboard to talk to Louis again, when Uncle Vernon and my fat cousin Dudley clambered into the house. I swear the floor shook whenever they moved. Dudley sneered at me and I knew that look on his face. I ducked inside my cupboard and closed the door. I sat on my mattress, waiting for him to come. The door flew open and his fat head appeared. For an eight year old, he was quite large and also quite intimidating.

"What do you want Dudley?" Dudley smiled down at me and then his huge fist went towards my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing all too well that this would hurt. To my surprise there was a girly shriek, coming from right in front of me. I opened my eyes. Louis was hanging in front of Dudley.

"Mummy!" He yelled outraged.

"Get this wretched thing out of here!" My eyes widened.

"No! He's my friend. Don't touch him!" I yelled. Aunt Petunia appeared behind Dudley and scowled. She disappeared for a second and then reappeared with a fly swatter.

"Ugly creatures, they are." She muttered. I grabbed Louis into my hands.

"No!" I told them fiercely.

"Let go of that spider boy." Aunt Petunia yelled. I scooted into the corner of the room, cradling Louis in my hands. Aunt Petunia made a grab for Louis, but she wasn't fast enough. She huffed and left the entrance to the cupboard. So did Dudley. I set Louis back down and he returned to his webbing. I smiled at him and started talking to him, like I did every day. He's my best friend.

I fell asleep fully clothed on top of my covers. I awoke to a creaking noise. I stared into Aunt Petunia's face.

"There." She said, satisfied and gave me a smug look. I was confused, until I saw her scooping up Louis' crippled body. Tears leaked out of my eyes. I couldn't even speak. Aunt Petunia killed my best friend. That night I prayed that my parents would rescue me from that horrid place. But they never came. I was still alone. I would always be alone. Louis was dead.

I awoke with a groan, the memory already fading. I gingerly opened my eyes and immediately snapped them shut because of the bright light that blinded me. Slowly I opened them again and let my eyes adjust. Finally, the scenery in front of me came into focus. I was sitting on the sand at a familiar beach. I looked around to see if there was anyone around. The beach was completely devoid of anyone else. I was alone. I racked my brain, trying to remember how I could have gotten here. The last thing I remember was being in the hospital bed and feeling pain in my chest and then nothing. Did I accidentally apparate here? No. I wasn't even thinking of sandy beaches when I was at the hospital. I slowly stood up and looked at the surrounding area. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew this beach. My family and I used to come here during hot summer days. This is where James said his first word; "dad". This is where Al and Lily learnt how to swim.

Something in the distance caught my eye. A white blob was making its way toward me. I squinted my eyes in an attempt to see what it was. It was a person, but that was all I could tell.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice echoing strangely around me. There was no answer. As the figure made its way towards me I realised it was a woman. She had a flowing white dress that blew in the breeze and vibrant red hair. I thought at first it was Ginny, but no, Ginny's hair was a darker red and she was taller. I realised with a jolt who this person was.

"Mum…" I whispered in disbelief.

"Harry." She said softly, a sad smile gracing her lips.

"Am I dead?" I asked; my stomach dropped at the possibility. I felt like being sick.

"No. It isn't your time yet." She said. Her green eyes, the same color as mine, searched my face.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" She smiled that sad smile again.

"You are in between dimensions. The scene in front of us is only a figment of your imagination. This place is where you hold some of your happiest memories. It's your conscience's way of coping with what has happened to you. You're neither dead nor alive." She paused, like she knew I needed time to digest this. I opened my mouth to question her again, but she cut me off.

"The reason you are here is unknown, what is happening to you has rarely ever happened before. What we suspect is that the part of your father's spirit that still lingered on Earth has entered your body, causing you to switch places."

"Hang on. My father's spirit is in my body!? How could this have happened? Why was there a part of his spirit still lingering on Earth anyway?"

"One question at a time Harry. I know this is hard to digest. I'm sorry that this has happened to you... It seems that trouble always finds you." This time she grins at me. I roll my eyes.

"We found out not too long ago that part of your father's spirit lingered at Hogwarts. That's why his portrait could move material objects." I didn't know my father had a portrait at Hogwarts. Surely someone would have told me. I open my mouth but she puts her hand up to stop me.

"Yes, I know James didn't have a portrait at Hogwarts, Harry." Oh Merlin, she's talking about Snape!

"Snape is in my body!?" She nods. How could she call him my father?!

"Let me finish Harry." She said in a warning tone.

"When you were hexed with the unknown spell by that Death Eater, your body went into shock. It was weak and you almost died. You were technically dead for 7 seconds. That was enough time for your-" She paused when I glared at her. "-Severus' spirit to enter your body. The other part of him, the part that was here had no idea about what was happening to you. He disappeared and your spirit, having no other place to go, appeared here." It was a challenge to keep my mouth shut through her explanation. Her pause permitted me to tell her exactly what I thought about this.

"Why do these things always happen to me?" I said, pulling at my hair.

"This is your fault!" I said, pointing at her. How could she have kept all these damn secrets and lies about something as important as my father's paternity?

"If it hadn't been for you and your stupid lies none of this would have happened! I was perfectly fine living my life thinking that James was my father! And how dare you call that greasy git my father?! James was my father! Not him. James died for you, for me! He forgave you and gave up everything to raise another man's child, his enemy's child! How could you have even touched that disgusting bat? Your bed was barely cold before you jumped into another man's bed. How could you!?" I yelled, angrily. My heart pounded in my chest and I was panting. I thought I had accepted this, but seeing my mum and hearing her call Snape my father had snapped something inside of me. She didn't look shocked at all by my outburst.

"Oh, Harry..." She said sadly as she stroked her thumb against my cheek. All the pent up emotions came bubbling out to the surface and tears started spilling down my cheeks.

"I don't understand mum... Why him?"

"He was there when I needed him. He had been there for me even before James was. When our friendship ended I was devastated, but then James was there and I fell in love with him." She paused and gave me that sad look again.

"I always knew Severus had feelings for me and I thought that since I couldn't have James anymore, at least I could have him. I know that that's a horrible way to think, but my grief stricken mind was all jumbled with emotions and I needed someone to be there for me. I love him Harry, both of them. They both meant a lot to me. And I know you're not ready to hear me call Severus your father, maybe you never will."

"Biologically he may be my father, but James was my father in every way that counts. Snape was a cruel and unjust man." At her look of protest I pressed on. "Yes, he did a lot for the cause and gave up his life for it, but he was nonetheless cruel. If he had known the truth maybe things would have turned out differently."

"Maybe Harry. But it was best he didn't know. If Voldemort would have found out the truth, he would have killed both of you. Severus was essential for winning the war and later on so were you."

"I know." I whispered. It didn't mean I liked hearing the truth. I sighed, took a deep breath to calm myself down and then asked:

"How do we reverse this then?"

"I don't know Harry. Severus is the only one who can fix this."

"What if he doesn't want to come back?" She smiled this time, her eyes filled with a knowing look.

"He'll come back, Harry. He always does." She said knowingly. I sat down on the sand and looked up at her as she looked off into the sunset. We sat there in silence for what felt like hours.

"Harry." She said softly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" I said, slowly tilting my head upwards so I could see her.

"James would like a word with you. Will you come with me?" She held her hand out to me. My heart sped up with anticipation and a little bit of fear. What would he think of me now? But he had always known the truth and he had never treated me badly. Maybe it was my reaction to him, now that I knew, that scared me. I took my mum's hand. She smiled warmly at me. She waved her hand and the scene in front of us seemed to shimmer, like light reflecting off of water. The water-like scene rippled as she put one foot through. I looked at her in apprehension. She smiled and said:

"It's alright, Harry. It feels almost like apparition." I followed her through the water and felt the familiar tug at my navel, and then everything went black.

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