Heya! Well, I have to admit I'm kind of nervous right now!

I usually write Twilight fanfiction, but I couldn't resist writing a Snarry!

So here it is, the first chapter of what I hope will be a story you'll enjoy!

I want to really thank the FB Snarry Lovers group, because their awesome reccs sure made me more eager to write this, and because they all jumped in very fast when I asked for someone to preread it!

So, let's get on with it! This first chapter isn't betaed, but I hope I got all of the mistakes out. If not, my apologies. I'm hoping the next chapter will be betaed!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I am not J.K. Rowling! If you don't like m/m stories, stop right here and turn back!

I woke up with one hell of a headache and squinted my eyes against the lights coming through the window. Unsure of what happened and unable to really see anything I reached around for my glasses.

Weird, this felt like my bed in Hogwarts and it even smelled like it, but my bed table wasn't where it was supposed to be. Reaching around on the other side, my hands closed over a thin metal frame circled a pair of round glasses and I quickly pulled them up to my eyes.

Well, I was right, I was at Hogwarts. Still something was off, something didn't feel entirely right. And I was fairly certain that it wasn't just the fact that I finished my last year at Hogwarts over three months ago.

This wasn't my old dorm, nor was it the bed I spent the better part of my life in. Even the wand on the bed table wasn't mine. It was long and straight, maybe 11 inches? Thicker at the base and genuinely ending in a thin tip, like a stretched cone. By the looks of it, it was mahogany.

I gave it a curt flick and felt the magic course through me in a surprisingly pleasant way, so I decided that for now, I'd take it with me.

I hesitantly got out of bed and walked around to where my trunk would've been.

"Lumos," I whispered and sighed in relief as a light appeared at the tip of the wand without anything weird happening. Looking back at the foot of the bed, I scrunched my eyebrows.

There was a trunk there, it just wasn't mine. Looking around to see if anyone else was awake, I opened the lid and rumbled through the careless mess inside. Robes, new ones by the looks of it, potion equipment, books, socks and-

The Marauder's map! Didn't that get burned during the final battle?

I shook my head and took it out. If anything, I'd be able to figure out where exactly I was.

"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good" I whispered and tapped the parchment with my borrowed wand.

One by one little feet appeared on the map together with the accompanying names. But this couldn't be right, because in the headmaster's office it clearly said; 'Albus Dumbledore'.

And Albus Dumbledore was dead.

I peered over the rest of the map and tried to find my own name on the map. Judging by the tapestries in the dorm, I was surely in Gryffindor Tower.

I didn't recognize any of the names, which was weird seeing that I knew almost every Gryffindor in Hogwarts, save for the new first years of course. But these names didn't make any sense to me at all.

Once I read the names in one of the dorm rooms I was sure this map was either a fake or it was broken, because there was no way on earth that in that room, a certain Sirius Black, a Remus Lupin and a Peter Pettigrew were sleeping soundly in their beds, as James Potter was standing next to another.

I chuckled and prepared to toss the map back into the trunk when the little black feet indicated that Sirius was awake and walking right up to the pair of feet marking James Potter. I looked closer and got the living daylights scared out of me when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Nearly dropping both the map and the wand I spun around and stared right into a pair of grey eyes, framed by the biggest mess of dark curls I'd ever seen. Those eyes, I couldn't be sure, but they were so very familiar. And those lips, curled up in mischievous curiosity, I'd seen those lips before.

"James," the boy whispered and peeked at the map in my hands. "What are we up to?"

James, James Potter. I knew what was wrong, and it wasn't just wrong. This wasn't just a case of waking up in the wrong bed, I had woken up in the wrong body.

I rushed to the large mirror in the corner and looked at myself with wide eyes. No, not at myself. The person I saw in the mirror wasn't Harry Potter, it was my dad, my 17 year old father, very much alive.

"James," the boy whisper yelled and I knew who he was, I knew where I had seen his face.

"Sirius," I said with a voice that wasn't my own. "Go back to bed, I just-"

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly. "I had a weird dream and I wanted to check something. Honestly, go back to bed."

He continued to watch me as I made my way back to the bed and slid in between the covers, not moving a muscle. "Seriously, I'm fine!" I told him, but I knew it was falling on deaf ears.

Still, after a staring match that lasted a whole of two minutes he shrugged and went back to bed. I was glad he did, for I had no idea what I could tell him. Sure, I trusted Sirius when he was alive and I loved him to no end, but what I knew about the Marauders as teenagers wasn't all that positive. I wasn't sure Sirius would help me if I told him I was James's future son, stuck in his body.

I leaned back into the pillows and tried to think. "Nox," I said quietly and lay down the map on the bedside table. I wasn't ready to let go of the wand yet, not sure if I was to expect any more surprises.

What was I supposed to do? What brought me here? And more importantly, how was I supposed to get back?

I waited until I heard soft snores coming from Sirius's bed and picked up the map again.

"Lumos," I whispered and his under the covers of the bed. I really hoped there was someone in this castle I could trust. One person that could help me. Someone I could put my trust in without turning them against me. Someone that-

Someone that never changed and never used me to accomplish his own dubious goals. Someone smart and greasy. Someone whose sneer made weaker men tremble. Someone Severus Snape.

I watched the little black feet move through the long corridors, up the stairs into the Astronomy tower and I knew what I had to do.

First, I'd have to try and not get my head hexed off and then I had to make sure Snape would help me.

For now I needed to catch some sleep though. This headache was killing me and I needed my wits about me if I was going to get out of this mess.

.

"James," a voice penetrated my dreams. What on earth? What James? What was going on?

"James!" the voice sounded more loudly and a pair of hands jerked at my shoulder.

"W-whut?" I mumbled as I opened my eyes and stared into a pair of glassy blue eyes. The boy was chubby and his long blond hair was slicked over his head. The two moles on his face alerted me to who exactly he was the minute I saw them and I hissed violently holding the wand still clutched in my hand to his chin.

"Whoah!" he cried and backed away with his hands in the air. "Easy now, James, no need to stick that in my face."

"James! What the hell are you doing?" someone out and slapped my wand away.

I stared up surprised and saw another boy look at me with curious green eyes. And why did I actually see them? Clearly and without any blur?

I lifted my hand to my nose and felt the pair of glasses stick crookedly to my face. Then I remembered. Fuck! These were my dad's friends. Remus, Peter and back in the corner, glaring at me through squinted eyes was Sirius.

I had fallen asleep with my glasses still on and my father's wand in hand. I felt around the bed and heard the parchment of the Marauder's map crumble under my ass.

"Sorry," I muttered and sat up. "Weird dream."

That was all the explanation I was going to give them and with unsteady feet I got out of bed and pulled some robes from my father's trunk.

"Well, hurry up!" Remus called. "Breakfast is in five minutes and you know what Professor Lance will be like if we show up late, again!"

"Don't worry about Professor Lance, Moony!" Sirius replied. "One smile from James here will set that straight."

He chuckled and I chuckled along with him, earning me a very strange glare from Remus in the process.

Fuck! I was already screwing this up and I didn't even know what I was doing wrong. Who was this Professor Lance?

I shook my head and checked my tie in the mirror before I followed the three boys out of the room. Then I remembered Snape's memories and knew that my dad and Sirius always were front and center of this little group, so I pushed past Wormtail and bumped my shoulder against my Godfather.

"What is up with you?" he snarled under his breath. "First you look in the mirror last night like that was the first time you ever saw yourself, and this morning you stick your wand against Peter's throat, looking like you're ready to kill him!"

"Get off my back, will you?" I replied somewhat agitated. I really couldn't handle questions right now, and if I needed to fight with Sirius to keep my cover, I would. Surely him and my dad had some falling outs over the years. "I told you, I had a weird dream!"

"Your dreams have you crying out for that greasy git in your sleep and attacking your friends now?" he snapped and I looked at him shocked.

"What do you mean, crying out for that greasy git?" I asked him incredulously. Fuck it! Seriously! I wasn't having those nightmares again, was I? The ones where I saw Snape get killed by Nagini and beg him not to die? Ron told me I had stopped crying out at night.

"No, Severus, no! Please! Severus, I'm sorry!" Sirius mocked in a high and tight but soft voice.

"What are you on about?" I demanded.

"You, before you got up and searched your chest last night!" Sirius answered. "You bloody woke me up with your crying and thrashing!"

He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him while watching an observing Remus coming up fast with Peter just behind him.

"James, if that snake did anything to harm you," he said barely containing his anger. "I swear I will kill him!"

"Let it go!" I snapped. "Pro- Snape did nothing, okay? There's nothing going on!"

The dark boy rolled his eyes and sighed frustrated. "Fine!" he bit back and continued on his way to the Great Hall.

As we came down the stairs a group of Slytherins cut us off and Sirius clenched his hands into fists. I shook my head and filed in behind them, but he grabbed my arm and pointed out another boy with his wand.

Severus Snape was looking sad. That was the only word I had for the way his shoulders slumped and his gaze was cast down to the floor. He never even saw the trapping jinx that Sirius cast beside me coming before it hit him and his feet snapped together.

He only just had time to break his fall with his free hand as his books fell from his other and he landed with a painful grunt.

"Sirius!" I cried, brows raising in disbelief as I looked at him. He seemed confused for a second, but I didn't look at him very long. Instead I rushed down the last few steps and kneeled down next to Snape, picking up his scattered books.

"Are you okay?" I asked and my breath hitched when I saw his black eyes look up at me in undiluted fury.

"Came to gloat, Potter?" he spat with more vehemence than I had ever seen from him.

"N-no, I-," I stuttered under the weight of his anger. "T-truce?"

I carefully lifted my hand and offered it to him. He looked at it with pure disgust curling his mouth into a tight sneer. "I think not," he answered and snatched his books from my arm before he strode into the hall, his robes flaring behind him in an oh so familiar batlike manner.

I sighed as I stared after him, this was going to be very hard.

"What the bloody hell were you doing?" Sirius almost yelled into my ear, but I payed him no mind. I huffed and made my way through the double doors to the long Gryffindor table.

I hope you liked it! Let me know and I'll be forever grateful!

Jules