Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. This is a Fan-Fiction loosely based off the Harry Potter series.

{Summary: Before dying from the lethal snake bites to his neck, Severus, is visited by cloaked figure; offering him a chance to be with Lily and father Harry as his own son. Upon accepting the deal, the potion's master is sent to an alternate reality were Lily is indeed, his wife and Harry is his four year old son. How will Severus cope in this new reality and how will he protect his young family from future threats.}

Snape gasped for air clawing pitifully at the multiple snake bites on his neck, hearing someone approach; He peeled his eyelids open, only to discover that Lily's child, Harry, was standing over him. "Come to laugh, Potter..." He hissed, voice filled with the same amount of venom that pulsated through his body. Granger and Weasley stood hesitant on the outline of his vision, although their forms were blurred and disfigured - He knew that it was them.

"N-No, Sir..." Potter stated defiantly, kneeling down beside the dying professor and pressing his warm right hand over the bleeding wound, allowing Snape to finally relaxed. "I came here to find you. I know that you loved her Professor..." He whispered in a softer tone, his voice morphing into something much more cynical as he continued to speak. "Do you believe in other worlds beside our own? That our lives could be different? Better? That in this other world our lives are different all because someone chose the opposite to what they chose here? That one decision could change the world we live in today? That one decision could make a difference?"

Snape furrowed his brow, letting out a pain groan as he tilted his head to face the boy; his skin growing cold as the venom spread like wild electricity through his body. "W-What nonsense are you blabbering on about now, Potter..." He coughed, trembling as his lower frame began to spasm.

"I'm not Harry Potter, Professor..." The boy mused as his glamour slowly faded and the projections of Granger and Weasley disappeared like smoke in the wind until all that was left was a young man shrouded with a dark cloak. "You are the now previous owner of the Elder wand, Severus, but unlike all the rest, your intentions were not of a dark nature. I will grant you one wish, Professor, one that could change the world - but first just listen to what I have to say..." The voice noted as Snape slowly grew light headed, looking up at the cloaked figure with blurred vision. "I'm listening..." He choked out, barely able to speak as the venom took hold.

"I will ask you this again, but listen carefully. Do you believe in other worlds similar to our own but different? That the difference between the two worlds is only based on one decision? For example, Lily Potter choosing to be Lily Snape instead. That Harry isn't James Potter's son, but your own? Could you or would you believe that, that world was possible? That, that world existed?"

Snape's eyes widened at the unrealistic and philosophical suggestion. 'Could he be Potter's father? Is there really a world out there somewhere, where Lilly married me instead of that smug bastard James Potter?' He thought this over as it became increasingly harder to breathe, struggling for much needed air. Severus gave a small nod, reaching out to grip onto the dark figures cloak for support. The hooded man pressed his right hand harder against the professor's neck, looking down at the dying man with a cat like grin.

'Then…" The figure mused. "If I could, would you have me send you to that world? To send you to a place where Lily's last name isn't Potter but Snape?" The looming voice questioned, giving Severus enough time to think before noting the small nod of approval from the dark haired brunette.

The cloaked figure, Death, leaned down and pressed his cold lips to the dying man's forehead, whispering sweet nothings in the other's ear to calm him as his consciousness in this body passed onto the next before pulling away and smiling softly. "Sweet Dreams, Professor…"

Snape startled awake; His eyes wide as he looked around on high alert only to discover that he was back in his quarters at Hogwarts and everything appeared to be the same. His deathly pale hands slowly snaked up to feel his neck as a slight panic began to grow in the pit of his stomach. Checking for injury, the professor sighed in relief. 'Nothing. It was a dream. What a bloody awful dream.' He thought to himself as he reached across for his dark green robe, pulling it on and regaining his composure the dark haired man walked outside, stilling as he inhaled the sweet smell of buttermilk and berry pancakes (His Favourite). 'Strange. I don't remember ordering any breakfast, and I certainly don't recall asking for pancakes' He mused, rubbing his temples with his index fingers before continuing his walk into the kitchen.

Severus stopped completely, looking at the sight before him with a bewildered and shocked expression. 'This was a joke? A sick and cruel joke. This was impossible' for Lily was standing there in front of him, humming happily as she flipped freshly made pancakes in an old metal spatula; while a very young Harry, who by Severus's guess was around the age of four, licked a wooden mixing spoon clean of batter.

The professor slowly backed away from the scene before him, unable to make sense of what was happening. His mind was working overtime to try and process the sight before him. 'W-What in Merlin's name was going on? Why was Potter so young? Why was he in HIS kitchen? Why was Lily here? How was Lily here?' He had so many questions, but no one to give him any answers. Snape continued to watch the extremely domestic scene in front of him; his mind journeying back to the 'supposed dream' he had, had moments before as he gripped on to the wall beside him, eventually leaning against it for support, trying to stop himself from having a panic attack. 'Not a dream!' Severus thought as he continued to watch his 'family' make breakfast as though nothing were any different. 'Well I suppose nothing is any different for them. I'm the odd one out here. I don't belong here. Merlin's beard. I'm married to Lily Potter, well, I mean Lily Snape and Harry is my son. Harry Snape?' He thought to himself before a small smile crept across his devilish features. 'It does have a nice ring to it'

During Severus's revelation, Harry noticed his father standing silently in the corner, immediately the boy began squirming in his seat, trying to get down until Lily noticed her child's distress and helped him off the high chair in case he hurt himself jumping. The boy didn't waste time after that, rushing forward and yelling at the top of his voice. "PAPA!" The small child was absolutely jubilant as he wrapped his tiny arms around the professor's legs and nuzzled into the other's knees. "Mowning papa!" The young Harry chimed, obviously still struggling to pronounce his R's. "We made pancakes! I hope you awe hungwy" He giggled before turning to look back at Lily, who until that moment, was still flipping the doughy treats. "Morning honey…" Lily hummed in an alluring voice, the sound making Snape's heart skip a beat. "How did you sleep?"

Authors notes: This is my first attempt at Harry Potter Fan-Fiction. I really hope you all like it. If you would like me to continue with the story please comment or message me the word 'Continue' - MistWing221

P.S This chapter was rewritten due to a mix up between the draft's and hard copies.