Snape 2.0: Rewriting Destiny

Rain lashed against the window of your dingy room at Spinner's End. You were Severus Snape, Potions Master, Death Eater, and according to your new internal monologue, a software developer from 2025. It had been a week since the 'Prius incident' and your subsequent, bewildering awakening in this unfamiliar body and time.
The greasy hair had been the first priority, a minor victory in a sea of existential dread. Now, clad in newly tailored, sensible robes, you stared at a summons from Lucius Malfoy – a Death Eater gathering at the Manor. Your first direct encounter with the Dark Lord.
Panic warred with a strange sense of grim determination. You, Marquas Wilson, were going to a terrorist meeting in a fictional world, wearing the face of its saddest man. Time to put that future knowledge to the test.
