Transmigrated as Severus Snape? This has to be a cosmic joke. First order of business: ditch the greasy hair disaster. Forget the canonical storyline—I'm intercepting Harry Potter before his aunt and uncle ruin him completely. Better to raise the boy myself than let him suffer with that pathetic excuse for a family. --- Rain hammers against the cobblestones of a narrow London alley. Severus Snape stands with pristine black hair, no longer the greasy mess of his original timeline, holding a black umbrella. Before him sits a terrified nine-year-old—the Wizarding World's chosen one, Harry Potter—trembling on the wet ground with fear etched across his face. --- Check out my other novels at my Profile... Advanced Chapters: /ChickenGOD