Severus Snape, according to my father, he was a brave man. Even my little brother; he's named after him, Albus Severus Potter. His only remain that was left was his diary, I was truly fascinated with the spells, the knowledge in it was absolutely curious, unique. I was in awe. And then there I was standing in the middle of the Room Of Requirement; holding the old diary in my sweaty hands, about to perform a dangerous spell, to take me back in time. I wasn't scared, no. I was very eager, I was nervous, yes. But eager. And that's pretty much how I'm currently standing in-front of The Great Albus Dumbledore's brothers house. In Hogs-Head, sounds like a dream? Oh how I wish this whole thing was a dream,but unfortunately no, it wasn't a dream actually. It was a bloody nightmare. A nightmare from which I can't seem to get out of, Tom riddle x Oc