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It felt like I was falling for hours on end; just falling into nothingness, unsure of when I would hit the ground or if I would even hit the ground, but at some point or another I did.

The last words I heard spun through my head on an endless loop like some of the records mother would play when dad wasn't home.

"And he's laying here before me…TRAITOR! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And the colors were so vivid, like every shade up to this point had been dull and grey, but when I was suddenly faced with a doomed future, my senses cleared up and everything was sharper. I remembered the bright green that flashed before my eyes right before I fell, how it grazed my nose ever so slightly and left an irritated red mark.

But now everything was gone. I was back to the beginning, day one, watching as the former me quarrels with lovely Lily. Voldemort was no longer angry, and Lupin and Black still loathe me for everything it's worth.

What was I to do?

I watched as my former self stalk off, leaving Lily crying in his midst. I almost ran to her side, but I realized that in doing that, I'd just be repeating my actions again.

I watched as Lily eventually dried her tear-stained cheeks, and shakily got onto her feet. She slowly stumbled in the direction of her house. If only I could get her to believe me...

Then I understood. With a snap, I apparated back to Black Manor.

This was not in my hands alone anymore. I would have to rely fully on the rest of the Marauders.

Once more, I was standing tall in front of the humbly huge cottage type mansion.

I willed my feet to move forward, but as I got closer, my stomach began to clench in a pit of utter fear. Every impact of foot hitting ground seemed like a thousand tiny daggers pressing at my skin.

I reached the door all too quickly. A cord swung down from the ceiling, as it had before. With trembling hands, I pulled it. The chime that seemed so cheerful just hours ago suddenly sounded like a death toll.

"Who's there?" My head was spinning at how eerily similar the situation was.

"S-Severus Snape."

The door clicked open, revealing Black's frame. He looked partly shocked, partly curious, and just a tad bit annoyed.

"What do you want, Snivellu-" he paused, staring with wide eyes at my quivering, bloody body. "Bloody hell! What happened to you? Come in!" On shaky legs, I entered the Manor once again. The Marauder led me into what must have been the kitchen. He fetched his wand and began performing simple healing charms on me.

I stopped him.

"Those aren't important right now," I muttered, running a hand through my tangled, slightly greasy hair. "I need to talk to you and Lupin. It's important."

"How important?"

"It could mean the death of two of your closest friends." I was shocked at how different Black was acting towards me. Being covered in cuts and oozing blood sure does draw out the sympathy in people. Black's eyebrows furrowed, but he led me to where Lupin was sleeping.

Lupin lay on the couch, curled into the tiniest ball his weedy frame could contort itself into. Like before, he jumped up at the sound of our approaching footsteps. But this time, instead of easing back into the couch when he saw it was me, his brows wrinkled together in an equal mix of confusion and curiosity.

"What happened to him?" he directed his question to Black as if I was not sitting there before him, absolutely conscious.

Black shrugged his shoulders and shook his head awkwardly then held his hand out towards me, palm up, as if to tell Lupin to ask me.

"That's not important! I'm not important! Just listen, damn it!" I got to my feet as quickly as I could, though my head was woozy and my eyes began to see little specks of black. My knee still throbbed from where it had hit the ground days in the future, like the pulse behind a bruise, beating in a heavy, thrumming rhythm of pain.

"Lily! It's Lily an-and James!" I nearly shouted, but I could tell I finally had their attention locked on me.

"What? What do you mean?" Sirius asked, confused. Like I had done previously, I pulled out the Time Turner. They stared at it in awe, watching as both the metal rings turned furiously against each other.

"Wait. How far from the future are you from-?" Lupin was twitching, his eyes flashing red before returning to their light hazel tone.

"Eleven days," I responded curtly. "In eleven days, both Lily and James will be dead." Both men jumped up, panicked.

"What?"

"Voldemort is planning a raid on their house," I explained once more. "Lily and James will die to save their child, who somehow survives the attack."

"What can we do to help?" Lupin questioned desperately. I sat down quickly, before my legs gave out beneath me.

"The first time I used the Time Turner, I went straight to the Potter home," I began. "No matter what I tried, Lily refused to believe me. And of course, Potter, like the snide little brat he is, wouldn't dare listen to Snivellus." I paused, mind going blurry for a moment. "I came here, and you two agreed to help me. Before I could tell you what to do, I was called to Voldemort's side, where he decided to kill me." The Marauders gasped.

"But then, h-how are you—?"

"I came back using the Time Turner again," I said, cutting Black off mid sentence. "But I have a plan this time. Let's just hope it works. I doubt Death would let me slip from his claws again."

"But…is it not dangerous to go back in time so much? Can it not destroy the future?" Lupin questioned me logically, like any sane man would do, but I was past sanity. Sanity would be the end of me—the end of all of us.

"And let thousands of innocent people die, Lupin? And allow someone that I love to perish and to leave one that she loves without her? I think not. I will risk the destruction of the future. Don't let them die." I bit back, nearly bearing my teeth at him as if I were some sort of animal. No, I must not behave this way. I need to gain their trust, not push them away.

With every amount of strength I could muster, I recomposed myself and waited for a reply. I got none; instead Lupin nodded his head for me to go on.

"A plan, Severus?" Lupin waited for a response patiently, in such a way that unnerved me.

"A plan…a plan…" my words trailed off as I, once more, contemplated my options.

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