Severus stood alone in the new shattered mess.

Part of him told him, nothing mattered anymore. Where would he go? He had nothing now, no one. He was alone and forgotten now. All the blood in his face and arms seemed to drain away from his body.

He was better off dead now.

What was the point? Yet the other part of him told him that he would be just fine, some how he would fine a way to change him back... but he knew now that was already impossible.

Tears road in his eyes and he shook them away. He was still Snape after all; and some things never change.

Walking away from the bathroom and shutting the door behind him he gathered up his things, what little possessions he had into a small bag. Quickly he found his wand and hardly managed to transform his clothes. He knew that the magic skills were fading and he would soon be back to the skills he had at fourteen.

Infuriated he took one last glance at his empty chambers. Something squeezed his gut, in all honestly it looked the same besides a few missing photos and a book or two.

"Doesn't matter." He mumbled shutting the door roughly as he emerged out of his chambers. It was dark and unpleasant and he wrinkled his nose. It was depressing to be down here. How could he have ever possibly managed to live in this? It was utterly gloomy and it almost reminded him of a monster locked away in the dungeons.

In a way... it fit.

No longer wanting part he climbed the dungeon stairs and found himself in the great hallway. For the most part there weren't a lot of students around; seeing as it was Saturday. As quietly as he could he managed to get down the halls without people noticing. However the moment that someone did notice more and more people seemed to take interest in the strange kid walking lonely down the halls. After a while he knew that just about everyone in the hallways were staring. Snape feeling embarrassed, like he did when he was a teen; looked away keeping his head relatively down.

"Who is that?" asked a brown headed girl down the hallway.

"I've never seen him before." Answered the boy.

"He is sooo skinny!" the girl whispered back as a red faced Snape walked passed. Of course he knew that he was insanely small, thanks to his-

"Hey!" Snape stopped dead in his tracks. The voice was incredibly recognizable. Yet it came from behind him, maybe.. if he ran fast enough. "Hey kiddo!" Snape couldn't stop himself he bolted down the halls. The hallow footsteps following him. "Hey wait! Stop!"

People started to move to the sides of the hallways and staring watching intently as the two ran down the hallways. Snape wasn't much in shape anymore his body was too frail and he felt himself beginning to get woozy. The achohole was still pretty fresh in his body and he was feeling rather sick again.

The chaser caught up with the boy grabbing his forearm with a tight grip and turning him around so he could see his face. "Where do you think you are going-"

Sirius's face froze and half the kids in the hall seemed to be holding there breathe. "S-Snape?!" The people in the hallways mouths dropped and suddenly whispers grew and more and more people seemed to be crowding into the halls. Sirius thought it was Harry he was chasing, yet the kis he had in grasp was not Harry... but Snape. There was no mistaking it, of course his nose looked much smaller and he couldn't help but stare. It couldn't be, could it?

Snape felt himself fall ridged when the man grabbed him so tight. Memories of his child-hood seemed to paralyze him. Finally Sirius saw the complete fear smeared across the teens face. He felt Snape's body completely solid-His eyes wide as if waiting to be hit. "Snape?" He tried again with more authority. "What happened?"

Snape shook his head-just barely; barely even breathing. He couldn't find his voice. What if Sirius hit him? What if Sirius would hurt him...

Suddenly a worried Minerva came running down the hallway. "Move, please excuse me! Oh!" Minerva caught sight of Severus and Sirius she couldn't help but be shell shocked.

"How is this possible…" she whispered. Regaining her strength she quickly maneuvered her way past the mob of students. "Let's get him to the headmaster." Sirius nodded and placed both hands on Snape's shoulders.

"Move." Sirius pushed on Snape's shoulders who seemed to snap back into reality. Snape tried not to look up but when he did he couldn't help but find the three most hated students-staring non the less.

Granger stood mouth wide open with her hand covering her mouth. Wesley had his hand on her shoulder with a stony expression covering his face.

And Potter.

Potter seemed a little smug and irritated at the same time… but something inside Snape stopped him from doing anything but look back at the ground. His emotions were just as raw as they where when he was actually fourteen. And Potter looked just like James, now he would have to go through it all over again.

Only this time, his father wouldn't be around.