(So since Alan Rickmans passing I have gained an obsession with Harry Potter once more so henceforth this story has come into my life. I am a little scared about writing Severus Snape so please bear with me and give me encouragement, as he might be a little OOC. Fair warning, I will be using songs from video games and anime's as well as modern songs. Thanks! Enjoy!)

A little girl about the age of eight walked along a broken sidewalk without a care in the world. She had platinum blonde hair that bounced with curls. Her bright blue eyes rivaled that of the sky itself. She was thin but you could tell she was well fed and well kept. The girl hummed a happy melody as she walked. A melody, which turned into song.

"Our prayers meet no matter where we're going

In unison they beat the sky is glowing

Above our thought we'll find a key together

To fill the day with all the things we…"

All of a sudden her song ended as she crashed into something. She thought for sure she would hit the ground but she didn't. Instead a strong arm wrapped around her small waist. She looked up to see she was staring at a boy in his late teens. He had shoulder length black hair that was really shiny. He also had eyes that were as dark as night. She could feel heat coming to her face as the boy slowly placed her back on her feet. He towered over her and she couldn't lie if she said she wasn't scared to look him in the eye. So instead she just looked to the ground.

"I'm sorry! I should have been watching where I was going. Please forgive me sir."

The young boy wasn't for sure what to think about the young girl's outburst. He looked to the ground at her feet and noticed that was a daisy that she had dropped. He slowly picked up the flower and placed it in the young girl's blonde locks, tucking one behind her ear.

"Don't worry yourself with it. It was a mere accident."

She slowly looked up at him and beamed a smile at the young man.

"Thank you..um…"

"Severus. Severus Snape."

"Thank you Severus. My names Serah. Serah Anderson. I…"

"Serah! Come inside now! Dinner is ready!"

"Whelp gotta go! Just moved into the neighborhood. See you around Severus."

The young girl took off running and quickly dived back into her home. He watched intently as she slowly disappeared.

"What the hell?!" Serah quickly jolted awake. Nearly falling off the bed in the process. 'That's strange. I haven't even thought about Severus once since I came to America twenty years ago. Why now?' I quickly dismissed the thought and slowly got up out of the bed, patting myself on the face. I shook my head, trying to clear everything out but for some reason all I could see was those dark black eyes.

"Oh thank God you're awake. We're one short and could use you at the store."

I looked to the door to see my best friend Michelle standing there with sweat dripping down her face. I laughed slightly and started to strip. We had been best friends for years so I know for a fact that she had seen far worse than a half-naked girl.

"What are you talking about? Didn't Anne come in today?"

"No! She called in. We need you."

"Fine fine. Let's go."

I walked with my best friend out of my apartment and into the street. Where I worked was a wonderful little clothing store called Hollister. Everyone absolutely loved this store. It was one of the most popular stores on the west coast. Beverly Hills beamed with an amazing shopping scene and I absolutely loved being right in the middle of it.

"Oh crap!"

I began to hold my head in my hands. Michelle asked me what was wrong and I told her I just had a headache. I assured her I was going to be fine. When we walked into the store we were greeted by our manager Morgan who was relieved to see us. She got her things and began to walk out whenever she stopped and turned to face us.

"Oh by the way! There was a letter laying outside the entrance of the shop this morning. It's for you Serah. I laid it in the office. Have a good day girls!"

I told Michellle that I was going to go see what the letter was about while she helped the few customers in the shop. I walked back to the office and sure enough there on the desk was a letter addressed to me. It was in a fancy-ish vanilla envelope with a red seal on the back. I had never seen a letter so neatly packaged before. I opened the back, pulled out two pages and began to read their contents.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minverva McGonagall

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Anderson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I turned to the second page to read a list:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Ilet out a slight laugh and placed the letter back down on the desk. 'This has got to be some kind of joke. I haven't even been able or tried to use magic since…him. Severus.'

I had been at my grandmothers for the weekend and I had just been dropped off at my house. I said goodbye to my best friend Michelle and began to make my way up the stone path but was stopped by voices roaring beside me.

"Not gonna fight back Snivellus?

"Leave him alone James. It's winter break take a rest. You know you can't use that here."

"I hadn't planned on it. I'm just having some fun Lily."

"Well stop it!"

This group was picking on a boy I soon discovered was Severus. The boy I had just met a few days ago. I don't know what compelled me but my little legs started to run. I heard a shove as the boy James pushed Severus on the ground. Before he could make another move I jumped in between him and the boy. James just looked at me and started laughing.

"What's this? Don't tell me a little girl feels like she has to protect someone like him. Who are you anyway girl."

Anger flared up inside of me.

"None of your damn business. How dare you pick on someone that has no interest in fighting back? You're nothing but an insufferable bully who gets pleasure from hurting others. That's just sick. You're pathetic. So walk away now before I hurt you."

He just laughed even harder to the point where tears fell from his eyes.

"Move out of the way girl."

I stood my ground and didn't move.

"No. You will leave him alone."

He started to grab at me and all of a sudden I felt this dramatic energy brew inside me. I held my hands up in front of my face.

"I said you will leave him alone!"

All of a sudden the boy flew back about ten feet in the grass. The whole group just looked at me and I could feel Severus looking at me as well. I looked at my hands and began to cry. Without another word I began to run. I had did it again. I ruined my chance at a normal life.

I reminisced at the memory as a tear began to stream down my face. Shortly after that my mom and I left for America. She had gotten into it with my dad and left. He stayed at Spinners End and we left. I haven't been back since. I decided right then that as soon as I got off work at one I was going to visit my father.

Minerva McGonagall walked into the office filled with all of her staff. Everything had changed since the war ended and Voldemort was gone. She looked over the room and her eyes landed on Severus Snape. He had somehow survived the war. That somehow being Hermione Grangers quick thinking, even though he wouldn't acknowledge it. The woman couldn't help but smile as she sat down.

"The letters have been sent to our new first years. Here are the lists or prospects."

She watched as the staff looked over the list and they all started to give her confusing glances.

"I know what you all are about to comment. Serah Anderson. I am aware of her age. However we never received her name from the counsel until now."

Murmurs began to rise out of the staff and everyone's thoughts were soon made vocal. That is with the exception of Severus Snape. He just stared at the paper. 'Serah Anderson…it can't be that same little girl. Can it?' Once the murmuring had died down Minerva began talking once more.

"She is twenty eight years old yes but the counsel believes she has amazing potential. Potential that she may not even see in herself. We will school her. That is the end of the discussion. You're all dismissed."

Everyone got up and began to go their respective ways. 'Somehow I do believe this year will be rather interesting.' These thoughts went through Severus' mind as he apparated back to his neighborhood in Spinners End. As he began to walk up the sidewalk he noticed a girl walking down the walk from one of the other houses. She had long blonde hair that was tied up in a side ponytail. It reached her waist. Even in the night you could see how pale the girl was. She looked up and her eyes met his. Her blue eyes pierced his onyx ones. He quickly turned away and walked past her, stopping briefly to look back at the blonde. He made his way inside of his little cottage and decided it was time to sleep. For the first time in eighteen years. He didn't dream.