Summary: Severus Snape has a chance, one chance, to do his life over--starting when he was twenty years old.

Author's Note: This is loosely based on 17 Again; I just saw it today and it was a bit of an inspiration.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you might recognize!



Severus paced the long corridors of Hogwarts with a grueling expression. He couldn't believe how badly he had messed up his life.

No friends.

A decent job, but a bit repetitive after all these years--scaring first years just wasn't as entertaining as it used to be.

No family, not even of his own.

Mistake, after mistake, after mistake.

'You'd think I would have learned by now to stop making so damn many of those...'

Mrs. Norris brushed past his feet, and he had the sudden urge to kick her. He thought better of it, though. He knew he should stop taking his anger and self-pity out on other people, or other animals for that matter.

As he entered the trophy room, one of the places to look over for his nightly rounds, he noticed a shadow in the darkness.

'Well who the bloody hell is that...? Filch, maybe?'

He walked briskly up to the figure, his black, dark robes bustling behind him in a overpowering manner. He stood right up next to the shadow and asked flat out, "Who are you and what are you doing out after curfew?" Severus watched as the figure turned to him, and discovered it was a fairly large man dressed in a simple, but muggle dress suit and a top hat. When the man didn't respond, Severus squinted in the darkness at him.

"I asked you a question." He said, bitterly. It was late and he wanted to go back to his personal rooms.

"Severus Snape?" The shadowed man asked calmly.

Severus crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the elderly man. "Yes," he gruffed.

"Do you wish that you could do your life over? Please answer honestly," the mysterious man asked.

Severus looked down at the man, as he was a bit taller than the figure. He debated inwardly for a few moments whether or not to tell the man, but decided it was probably just a dream and it would be easier just to go along with it.

"Frankly? ...Yes." Severus answered, uncrossing his arms and and running a hand through his hair.

"Do you swear on it?"

"Sure." Severus replied impatiently, waving his arms slightly in an exasperated manner while rolling his eyes.

"Well, alright. Good evening to you." The man nodded politely to Severus, tipped his hat, and walked around him to head towards the door leading out of the trophy room. Once Severus realized he had left, he turned around quickly and tried running after him, but he was nowhere to be found.

Severus shook his head slightly. "I need to calm down with the pumpkin pasties during dessert..." He rubbed his temples and turned to head back to the dungeons.

He was so exhausted he didn't even notice the clear, yet swirling vortex a few feet in front of his door, nor did he notice not ever entering his rooms at Hogwarts.


The next morning, Severus woke up with a bit of a headache. He sat up slowly, and rubbed his face to wake himself up. He looked around and saw that he was in his least, it looked like his bed.

'I don't even remember laying down...I must have been completely out of it.'

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, and stood up, staggering slightly--a sure sign he was still a bit disoriented from his sleep. He quickly went to the loo, and changed into his teaching robes. He was still so drowsy that he didn't notice how loosely they fell on his body, or more loose than usual, and how they were a bit too long.

He glanced around the room, and did a double take towards the front--noticing some curtains covering a small window.

'I don't have a window in here...'

He walked towards the front of the room, pulled back the curtains and his eyes went as large as saucers. He was staring at a street! He squinted and noticed a small sign which read Spinner's End.

'What the hell am I doing here?! If this is one of Dumbledore's stupid tricks...!'

Severus shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, and walked briskly into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He picked up the brush, and as he was reaching for the spearmint paste, he looked up in the mirror and dropped his tooth brush in shock.

'I look...young! What the hell?! ...This is too bizarre.' He rubbed his face slightly and noticed it was a bit softer and less worn than it had been the night before. He stepped back and finally noticed how big his teaching robes looked on him. His hair was a bit shorter, and didn't look quite as greasy.

He pinched himself on the arm slightly. Then once again, as hard as he could. 'Okay, so if I'm not dreaming...'

Severus heard a slight tapping at the window, and went back to the front room and noticed an owl waiting for him to open it. He pushed the window out, gave the owl a few sickles, and snatched the Daily Prophet. As soon as he read the date in the upper left corner, it all went black.

Wednesday, October 28th, 1981.


Author's Note: Questions? Comments? Concerns? Thoughts? Opinions? Suggestions? You have them (and you put them into a review), I'll answer them! I'll update soon! Promise!

Tell me if I got Snape's thoughts right. I wasn't quite sure if I really captured it...