Half Blood Prince [Harry Potter Fan Fiction]

Marquas Wilson’s last coherent thought involved a Prius and the distinct realization that his coding project would remain uncommitted. He’d expected the great beyond, perhaps some cosmic bug report, not a splitting headache and the distinct smell of herbs. Groaning, he sat up, his unfamiliar hands pale and long-fingered. This wasn’t his apartment. It was a stone-walled room, lit by a single candle, filled with leather-bound tomes and jars containing unidentifiable floating things.

“What the actual hell?” he muttered, his voice raspy and deeper than he remembered. He stumbled towards a tarnished mirror, and the reflection staring back was not his own. Sallow skin, hooked nose, lank black hair. Severus Snape.

Panic surged. A calendar pinned to the wall confirmed it: September 1979. Pre-Harry Potter. Pre-Voldemort’s downfall. He was Death Eater Severus Snape, destined for a life of misery and a snake-bite death. “Nope. No thank you,” Marquas declared, a newfound resolve hardening his features. “If I’m stuck here, I’m rewriting this damn story.” His eyes fell on a black wand, humming with power. He picked it up. It felt…right.

“Time to see what this magic thing is all about,” he murmured, a strange smile gracing Snape’s usually stern lips. “And then… operation ‘Don’t Die Like a Chump’ begins.”