Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Neither are the rest of the characters that aren't mine. T-T

Rating: T

Pairings: Multiple!

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What happens when the truth of who she really is starts to unfold? What happens when she starts realizing that the two new professors at Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, have similarities to her? Sophie starts to see the man she knew as a father in a different light but refuses to accept her feelings for what they really are. To top everything off, she finds out that the new Dark Lord is waging a war to destroy her to gain the entire world. Yeah, there is definitely more to this girl than meets the eye.

Okay! I would just like to point out that this story has lots of SLASH within its depths and mentions of mpreg. If you do not like either of these concepts please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! Curiosity is welcome however so feel free to explore with an open mind. Review please, keep them at an apporpriate level, critiquing is welcome just as long as you are not aiming to ridicule or anything like that. With that said, I would just like to say...

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Chapter 1

"Harry! Take Sophia and run!" The raven-haired man turned his teary emerald eyes onto the blonde man and said, "I love you Draco." "I love you too Harry, now run!"

The raven-haired man made it completely up the stairs when he heard a bone chilling sound, "Avada Kedavra!" He immediately knew that his husband was dead. "Draco," he let out a choked sob, but kept going, running all the way down the hall to the last room at the very end.

"Sophie! Oh Sophie come here my baby," Harry said gently, as he carefully picked up the one-year-old little girl. "Daddy? Papa?" Sophie asked, innocently unaware of the chaos and Death Eaters following her father, right to her very room.

"He-" Harry's voice choked, "he's in your heart baby. Always remember that we will be in your heart."

Sophia smiled a grin that would stay with him forever, her silver-green eyes sparkling with only that of an infant's understanding.

"I love you, remember that for the rest of your life," Harry whispered to his daughter, as he heard approaching footsteps coming from behind them mentally adding, 'If I don't make it out of here alive.' He gathered a bag full of baby clothes and diapers, the necessities that she would need while on the run….

"Oh how sweet. Too bad it will have to come to an end," a chilling voice cut through the air like a knife. Harry, startled, turned around to fearfully face the person that the voice belonged to. "Give me the child and I shall spare your life." Harry's fearful gaze turned into a look of sheer anger and disgust. "I would never surrender my own child or anyone that meant the world to me!" he spat and moved back towards the walk-in closet that Draco had insisted on adding for his little princess. Just the thought of the dead man made Harry's heart ache, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

The hooded figure smirked and took a step closer and whispered dangerously, "I don't care if you won't give her to me, I will take her by force and leave you for death to take care of." Harry held Sophia even tighter, he couldn't risk using any magic because it could harm Sophie and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

The hooded figure cackled and raised its wand, "No matter. If you won't hand her over I'll just kill you now! Avada Keda-" She never finished the killing curse. A white-hot light burst forward and completely engulfed the entire house. Many cries of pain could be heard and the few surviving Death Eaters there were, ran away and disapparated from the manor.

Harry had to shield his eyes because only he and the now-dead Bellatrix Lestrange knew where the light was coming from.

When the light receded, Harry looked into the tired eyes of his daughter and kissed her on the forehead knowing that she was the one who had created a miracle, "You saved my life--our lives. I love you more than anything in this world…I wish that your-" "Harry! Harry, Sophia! Are you up there!?" a voice called from the staircase. "Dra-Draco! We're here! In Sophie's room," Harry gasped, happy yet astonished that for some odd reason, Draco was still alive.

As soon as the blonde had made it up the stairs and to his daughter's room, he engulfed his husband and small child in a tight, warm and loving embrace.

"I thought I had lost you!" Harry sobbed into his husband's chest. "For a moment…so did I," Draco sighed into his husband's hair. "Papa," Sophia murmured quietly and softly as she started drifting off to sleep.

Draco kissed her on the forehead and brushed her smooth strawberry-blonde hair from her face and kissed her pale nose softly. With on last brush of her hair, she finally fell asleep.

"Harry…we must…we have to leave," Draco said quietly, guiding them safely out of the room and into his private study, disregarding Bellatrix's already-decaying body. Harry looked into Draco's silver eyes, "I know. We have to keep Sophia safe at all costs and-" "She…we…have to go into hiding. Sophia can't go with us…it's the only way to protect her and keep her safe from harm. There's another war coming and judging by the attack tonight, we will have to fight," Draco said grimly.

Harry's eyes widened and he started shaking his head profusely and backing up, "No! No Draco! I don't want her to live the life I did…not when she may never know what happened to us…no please Draco, we can't. Please don't make me leave her, not when she'll forget about us…about our family," he pleaded, sobbing as he did.

Draco swiftly reached out and wrapped his arms around his husband and child, holding them close. He couldn't stand when Harry was in pain and he couldn't bear the thought that losing a child would cause him this much pain and misery--it caused Draco pain as well.

"Harry, love, she won't be placed with those pathetic excuses for human beings! Not even over my dead body, and I promise you that by the love of my heart and soul, no one will harm a hair on her head." Harry's emerald eyes looked into Draco's silver ones, "I don't want to let her go--don't want to lose her Dray…but I don't want her to have to be in harm's way." He looked down at his sleeping daughter and saw that she deserved more than a childhood filled with living in fear and danger and steeled himself for what he was about to say. "Alright…lets hurry. The Ministry will be here soon."

Draco smiled softly at Harry's resolve and kissed him on the forehead lovingly, "I know the perfect person," and with that, they disapparated away to a dark and secluded house.

Both Harry and Draco put up their hoods, while Harry tightly tucked Sophia into her favorite blanket. Draco knocked three times on the door and didn't have to wait long for an answer, "Draco? What are you doing here at this unlikely hour?" a now fully alert but slightly chilling voice asked.

The pale blonde glanced around the street and whispered hurriedly, "We," he gestured to Harry whom was trying to hold back his tears as he looked down into his daughter's sleeping face, "need you to help." The man in the door nodded, "Anything."

"Please take Sophia. Keep her safe, don't let her be recognized by strangers. Raise her as your own, and don't tell her anything about her father and I that is personally linked to her," Draco said painfully. The man nodded, but on the inside he was torn at his godson's and his godson's husband's distress.

"Don't let anything happen to her Sev. A war is coming and we need the hope of a family--our family, to come back to," Harry sobbed quietly as he handed over Sophia to the man. "I promise," Severus said. Harry smiled briefly, but was too overcome with the pain of a broken heart.

"Goodbye Severus…it might be best if you not leave that blanket with her. Judging by the fact that she used up much energy, she won't remember anything much about tonight…or us unless she has a reminder," and those were the last words said to Severus Snape that night as Draco wrapped Harry in his arms and apparated away.

It had been a little over three weeks since the night that Sophia had come to be in the care of Severus Snape. The usually dour potions master would admit that the first couple of days with the one-year-old had been pure torture. Little Sophia seemed to forever cry and when she stopped, it was only for a few minutes at a time. She was constantly crying for her "Papa" and her "Daddy." Draco obviously underestimated how powerful his daughter was; she seemed to be remembering absolutely fine. But when the first week was over Severus had learned what it was that calmed her down and the silence thereafter was never taken for granted ever.

He wasn't really one for singing or anything like that, so he had opted to hum a muggle tune he had learned when he was a child. It was quite simply, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." The little strawberry-blonde girl couldn't get enough of it really, whenever she was upset or wanted to be held, she demanded in one word, "Star," that Severus sing her a song.

Dumbledore had come by to visit within those three weeks and was immediately taken in with the little Potter-Malfoy child. He was sympathetic towards the circumstances as to how and why she had come to be with the man who was like a son to him, but he knew Severus would do a well-found job with raising her. "I'm loathe to inform you this Severus, but it would seem as if the Order is once again needed in handling what the Ministry has deemed 'unimportant in drawing attention to.' Severus knew he was speaking about the rise of a new Dark Lord amongst the Death Eaters that had been left without their leader Bellatrix Lestrange.

It had been all over the news about the raid on the Malfoy family manor and the three live-in family members' disappearances. Even the muggles had been witness to what had happened, (with their memories erased and replaced of course). These events in question led to Sophie being officially, (yet unorthodoxly), adopted as Sophia Anne Snape. No one could truly know that Severus wasn't indeed her father or who her real parents were. It was safer if everyone believed that the young Malfoy heir was dead and it was true, in time, many forgot about the little girl that was once Sophia Lily Potter-Malfoy.

Three years had gone by and Sophia had just turned four in January. She had grown up to be the happiest child anyone had ever seen, much to the relief of those who had been trusted with her secret. Severus saw that with each passing day, her memories of Harry and Draco seemed to become more distant and unreal. With the ability of being able to talk properly, (as best as any four-year-old, if not better), she talked animatedly about her "old friends" who had started to "go away" because she no longer needed them. Severus let her talk about things like that because it was important that he heard what she said to make sure that she wouldn't relapse into seeing that her "old friends" had been her "Papa" and "Daddy."

Sophie often went along with her Father when he was at Hogwarts when she was young. When she met the Weasleys however, she insisted on staying with her "cousins" as she liked to call them. "Oh pretty please Father! I won't be bad I promise! I want to play with Emmy and see Aunt 'Mione and Uncle Won." She would always beg and every time Severus would allow her to do so.

That year she stayed with Ron and Hermione, (visiting her Grandma and Grandpa Weasley as well), up until holidays and her birthday, which she would then attend at the Snape family manor they had moved into when she had turned three.

It was usually just Sophie, her father, and Dumbledore, (whom she dubbed as her Grandpa as well), who stayed at the manor for holidays. Sometimes a man with long white-blonde hair would visit, bringing Sophie presents but never really conversing with her. He visited so infrequently that he was usually out of her thoughts by the next day.

Other times that the man did not visit, a woman with silky golden-blonde hair would come, bringing her presents as well. She would always hold conversations with the little girl and even allowed her to call her Nana. "I've always wanted a grandchild to call me that. You fit perfectly as my granddaughter," she had said, much to Severus and Albus's surprise.

Sophia agreed happily and so, they had established a very fond relationship with each other, her Nana, never truly revealing her identity.

A few months later, Severus had agreed to attend an Order meeting at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He was crunched for time and had literally only just put his daughter to sleep when he realized too late that Ron and Hermione had taken their children to the doctor and he didn't have someone to look after Sophia. It was one of the days that the potions master was lucky enough to see his animated daughter during the school year. He had gathered up all of his things, including Sophie's, and floo'd to headquarters. Upon entering the sitting room, he had stopped short when he saw Harry and Draco standing there talking amongst themselves.

Harry turned and was about to greet him when he also stopped short. "Sev…what is she doing here? She's not supposed to be here." Draco had assessed the situation quickly before speaking, trying to keep Harry's nerves at bay, "I think it would be better if she weren't here. She might start remembering again--" "I can assure you that she will sleep through the entire meeting Draco," Severus interrupted, eyeing Harry with strange look. Said Gryffindor wasn't hearing any of it however, because he barely yelled, "I don't want to risk that Snape! Just get her out of here."

The black-haired potions master's eyes narrowed at his former pupil as he said coldly, "Then I'll have to skip this meeting. I can't very well leave Sophia home alone." He could if he wanted to, but he didn't trust anyone but a scarce few alone with the child, and he didn't want to leave her with one of the house elves. "Good day to you both. I shall be back later to be informed on the contents of this meeting," and with that said, Severus floo'd right back to the manor, lying Sophie down for a proper afternoon nap.

HPDMSSHPDM

Harry had been left seething in the sitting room, hardly taking any relief in Draco's attempts at comfort. "She should never come here. Its too risky and what does he think he's doing anyway," Harry had yelled at no one in particular. "Sev is doing what he thinks is the best for her. She's not just our daughter anymore love," Draco answered, still holding Harry tight.

The smaller man seemed to deflate where he stood, turning to face his husband, "I know Dray. Its just so hard…seeing her after all this time. I feel like a failure."

Draco knew that Harry had taken giving their child away much harder than he let on, this was just one of those moments where it showed involuntarily. He placed one pale finger under the slightly tanned chin, gently forcing his green eyes to look at him, "Don't ever feel that way. We both made the decision to help our daughter and we've succeeded in making it so far. We'll get through this, I promise."

Harry smiled, wiping away a few escaped tears, then frowning seriously said, "You better be right about this Mr. Malfoy, or else I'll kill you with my bare hands." Draco laughed, seeing the humor where most people saw a true threat, "I'm always right Potter." Harry had to laugh as well, it eased his mind and body from the rest of the tension he felt when discussing their family. He believed that in due time, things would work out for everyone.

(A/N: SOOO what did you think?! over-fluff, not enough fluff? what is the deal? I hope you enjoyed it though, next chapter is with our lovely little Sophie-girl a little bit older and a lot more mischievous... REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!...please!)