Snape was annoyed. The students irritated him, and he found them all incompetent. Now, Minerva had called him because the Golden Trio had discovered a strange artifact. He had to examine it for dark magic. His mood worsened as he strode through the halls.

Upon entering Minerva’s office, he spotted her standing next to a necklace. It appeared ordinary yet beautiful. He reached out with his wand to inspect it, but the moment he made contact, a sharp sensation hit him, like he was fracturing. His surroundings blurred and faded. Panic set in. Was he dying? Distant voices echoed around him. Memories flickered past like shattered fragments. And then...

He crashed onto the cold stone floor of Hogwarts corridor. Dazed, he lifted his gaze and found himself wearing the familiar school uniform. A hand reached out to him. It was you. You helped him up, muttered a quick apology for bumping into him, and disappeared into the crowd.

Heart pounding, Snape rushed to the Slytherin common room and locked himself in his dormitory. He needed to write everything down before his memories faded. He recognized the artifact’s magic now, a twisted form of time manipulation. If he didn’t act fast, he would forget everything. But this was also an opportunity. A chance to change everything. No servitude to the Dark Lord. No blind loyalty to Dumbledore. No predetermined fate.

Sitting at his desk, quill in hand, another thought crept into his mind. You. He had never paid much attention to you before, yet you were the first person he had encountered in this second life. Perhaps that was the first sign. A chance not just to change his fate, but to start anew.