Hello! This is another story being written by ToTheJourney2014 and myself.

Neither of us own Harry Potter or Dark-hunters. They belong to their respectful owners. We only own characters we create, such as Emily Snape, and the plot line (most of it anyway).


Lily Potter née Evans peeked into the nursery to check on her children. Her green eyes sparkled happily as she spotted the two of them on the youngest one's bed, happily babbling to each other.

Harry was fascinated by what his older sister, Emily, was saying. His bright green eyes were focused on her matching black hair and the pale skin that framed her unusual colored eyes.

Emily Potter, three years old to Harry's one, had bright eyes the color of lavender. She smiled as she spoke to her younger brother, nothing she was saying making sense to anyone but the two of them.

James smiled as he came up behind Lily and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "They're incredible," he whispered in her ear. "And they have an even more incredible mother."

Lily smiled at her husband and shared a kiss before turning her attention back to the children. "I know," she said, agreeing with him about the children. "They are going to do great things one day." She smiled even more as Emily made a dramatic gesture with her little hands that had Harry's big bright eyes wide with amazement.

James nodded his agreement. "They are going to be so powerful," he mused.

Lily smiled and closed the nursery door again before turning to go downstairs to fix them both a nice cup of tea.

James got out a tin of cookies as he sat down at their table.

Lily set a kettle to boil before sitting down with her husband.

James opened the tin, holding a cookie out for Lily to take a bite from. His eyes danced with happiness.

Lily smiled as she leaned forward and took a bite from the cookie. Just as the kettle began to whistle, while Lily was standing to get it, there was a loud banging on the front door.

James pulled his wand out and moved toward the living room. He wasn't too worried yet, because no one except their Secret Keeper knew where they were, but it never hurt to be extra cautious. "Get upstairs with the kids!" he whispered fiercely.

Lily kissed him softly before she ran up the stair and back into the nursery. She slammed the door and locked it behind her.

James took a deep breath and turned toward the door just as it burst open.

The door was blasted apart by a blast of green light. A dark figure in long, billowing, black robes floated into the living room and faced James.

James felt his eyes widen as he recognized the figure. He gripped his wand tighter as he faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, also known as Lord Voldemort. He was determined to protect his family.

Lily froze as she heard the noises coming from downstairs. She moved closer to the children, trusting her husband to be able to protect them, but her confidence turned to fear as she heard the words of the Killing Curse. She heard James's scream of pain followed by a soft thud. She quickly turned toward her children, who were staring at her with curious eyes. Her eyes focused on her daughter's lavender eyes, remembering where she had seen eyes just like them before. She swallowed hard and sent up a silent prayer that her children would live, taking off a necklace that was around her neck. It was a simple silver chain that had a crystal hanging from it that was a deep violet color. The inside of the crystal swirled with hidden power. She placed it around Emily's neck before kissing both of her children on the forehead. The crystal would protect Emily, and Lily had no doubt in her mind that Emily would protect her baby brother, Harry. She took a few steps away from the bed and turned to face the door as she pulled out her own wand, prepared to protect her children or die trying.

Voldemort glided soundlessly up the stairs and into the nursery, his black eyes bright as he neared his goal. He could almost taste the victory he had been waiting so long for.

Lily's grip tightened on her wand as she listened to the footsteps coming closer to the nursery.

The door opened before Voldemort reached it. He looked at the woman as he stepped inside, seeing how she stood before him and the boy. "Move out of the way, silly woman," he spoke, chiding her. "There has been enough pure blood spilled this night. Do not be a fool and make me spill more."

Lily ground her teeth together and raised her wand. "Never," she said with a snarl. Her famous redheaded temper came to life inside of her as she straightened her spine defiantly. "You won't hurt my children!"

Voldemort actually sighed as he raised his own wand toward her. "Such a waste," he murmured before he spoke the words of the Killing Curse, a bright flash of green surging toward Lily.

Lily screamed as the curse hit her in the chest, causing immense pain, before she fell to the ground. Her once lively green eyes stared up at the ceiling, dull and lifeless.

The children stared at their mother in horror, Emily hugging her little brother to her side as he began to cry for their mother.

Voldemort continued to hold his wand up as he turned his attention back toward the children on the bed. His entire being focused on the little boy he had come to kill, speaking the Killing Curse once more.

Green light flashed from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Emily squeezed her little brother closer to her. The crystal sensed the immediate danger and threw up a protective barrier around the children. Most of the spell was rebounded, except for a tiny bit that nicked Emily on her right shoulder and Harry on his forehead. Matching cuts, in the shape of lightning bolts, appeared on both of them.

Voldemort gasped in shock as he flew back off his feet, a sense of disembodiment coming over him. He could still see his body, but he seemed to be floating away from it, unable yet to control what was happening to him. He screamed in pain, but it did not good.

Most of the second floor of the house was blasted apart by the broken spell. Harry looked up at his big sister in confusion, unsure about what had just happened. He cooed at her, making the same noises they always made when they spoke to each other.

Emily wasn't sure what had happened either, but she knew it was bad. Even though she was only three, she started fussing over the cut that was on Harry's forehead. There was a small amount of blood coming from it, and she did her best to try to get it to stop.

Harry winced as Emily started fussing with the cut on his forehead and began to cry. He wanted their mom.

Emily immediately stopped fussing with the cut and hugged her brother close to her. She wanted their mother, too. She cooed at him, doing her best to reassure him even though she had no idea what was going to happen to them now.

Outside, a flying motorcycle landed on the road in front of the house. A big giant of a man cut the engine and looked up at the house. His eyes widened in shock at the destruction, and he let out a loud wail that carried for miles as he realized his friends had been murdered. He growled as he got off the motorcycle and began to pick his way through the rubble, knowing he had a job to do.

The two children had cringed at the sudden noise of the wail, more frightened now than ever.

Hagrid made his cautiously up the stairs and into the nursery, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the children. This was not what he had been expecting.

Harry quieted down and both children looked up at the half-giant curiously, watching him to see what he would do.

Hagrid only hesitated for a few moments, getting over his shock quickly. He scooped both children into his arms and carried them outside, climbing on the back of the large flying motorcycle and taking them to Dumbledore.

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Before Hagrid arrived, Dumbledore paced his office, going over his plans to turn the Potter brat into the perfect weapon. He knew that Voldemort's attack on the child and his parents had set everything in motion for him. Now, he just had to act while there was still time.

Hagrid knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office before letting himself inside, both children nestled onto one of his large arms. He stood just inside the door, waiting to see what Dumbledore would tell him to do.

Dumbledore stared at the two children. The first one he saw was Harry; he had been expecting the Potter's son. The other, however, was approximately three years of age, and she was a complete mystery to him. He studied her dark hair and pale skin that was almost identical to Harry's, except for her hair being a little longer and more wavy. It was her eyes that intrigued him the most; they were highly unusual and seemed to be much too old for a child of her age, holding a look of wisdom that spoke of someone possibly much older than himself.

"Yer didn't mention there'd be two o' them, Dumbledore," Hagrid commented as he stepped further inside and put both of the kids down on top of the desk.

Dumbledore continued to look at the children, quite confused himself. "I wasn't even aware there were two," he admitted quietly.

Emily regarded Dumbledore with a calculating look, her lavender eyes narrowing at him as she held her baby brother close to her side.

"Take the boy to his aunt and uncle as we discussed," Dumbledore stated as he continued to study the girl.

Hagrid nodded, pulling Harry easily from the girl's arms and leaving the office. He shut the door behind him with a firm snap.

Emily gasped, staring at the closed door in shock. She could hear her brother's cries growing fainter as he was carried away. "'arry! 'arry!" she called, gripping the edge of the deck to keep herself from falling off as she stretched as far as she could toward the door.

Dumbledore studied the little girl with interest. "What am I to do with you?" he questioned softly, almost to himself.

Emily spun around and glared daggers at the old man. "Gimme back 'arry!" she shouted, the crystal dancing on her chest as she moved.

Dumbledore's voice remained calm and even. "Harry is going where he will be protected."

Emily's eyes narrowed further, something sparking in her eyes like electricity. "Me potecteded 'arry!" she exclaimed. The crystal around her neck sparkled with the same electricity as her eyes.

"He's going to his aunt's and uncle's," Dumbledore insisted as he moved back around the desk to sit in his chair, still debating what to do with the girl.

Emily's mind seemed to finally register that the stubborn old man was saying 'his' instead of 'your', her brain not quite fast enough to pick up what that might mean. She crossed her arms over her little chest. "'arry my brodder!" she shouted.

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly as he studied the girl more carefully. "Brother and sister?" he mused quietly to himself. "This might be useful." He leaned over and quickly scribbled a note onto a sheet of parchment, rolling it quickly and motioning for his phoenix to come over. Once secured to the phoenix's leg, he watched as his favorite bird flew out of his window to deliver his message.

Emily now wore a look of confusion. 'Useful? What the heck was the old man talking about?' she thought to herself as she watched the pretty bird fly away.

Dumbledore waited patiently, smiling when the bird returned just a few minutes later. "Thank you, Fawkes," he said quietly as he stroked the feathers of the phoenix. He took the parchment from the bird and nodded once as he read it. "So be it," he murmured and relaxed back in his chair to wait for the coming guest.

Emily was now completely ignoring the old man, reaching out to touch the phoenix. She was surprised when the bird moved closer and lowered its head so she could pet its feathers. She smiled and giggled as some of Fawkes's feathers tickled her skin. One of the scarlet feathers came loose in her hand, and she kept a firm hold on it when Fawkes didn't try to take it back from her.

Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stepped into the office and regarded the girl with a stern expression. After several moments, he finally found his voice. "Are you sure she belongs to Lily?" he asked.

Dumbledore nodded toward the potions master. "There can be no mistake. She certainly has Lily's fire and temper, though I cannot see anything of James Potter in the girl..." He trailed off. "A blood test could be done to be sure, but I am highly positive she is Lily's daughter."

Professor Snape still looked unsure and more than a little wary. "And you ask me to keep her as if she was /mine/."

Dumbledore nodded. "She needs to be protected, and it wouldn't be safe to keep her and Harry together."

At the sound of her baby brother's name, little Emily started glaring at the old man again. She didn't notice the amused look that was hiding in Professor Snape's eyes as he noticed.

"Very well." With a sigh, Professor Snape picked the toddler up and left the office. He took her to his home in Spinner's End and used his magic to create a bedroom for her out of the images he plucked from her head about her desires.

The room mostly consisted of blacks and purples. The walls were a deep violet, and the furniture was a dark, almost black, wood. Emily seemed to be an easy child to please, because she didn't think to ask for much. She only wanted a room big enough for her to grow bigger in, a simple bed with black sheets and a lavender comforter for when she was big enough to sleep in one, a dresser for clothes, and a couple of art books for her to be able to draw in.

Professor Snape fell into an easy routine with Emily, taking a couple of years off from Hogwarts until she was old enough to care for herself while he was away. At this time, Emily found part-time work at a local bookstore to give herself something to do. Professor Snape had quickly come to seem like a father to her, and she missed him while he was gone. He kept in constant contact with Emily via owl, always ready to come home at a moment's notice if she needed him.

Then came the time he had been dreading. It was summer, the summer before she would be old enough to begin school herself.

Emily herself was a smart girl. She had already shown a talent for Potions, Defense Against The Dark Arts, and Charms. Her memory was impressive. She remembered everything she read and would easily pick up hints that Professor Snape used whenever he was brewing potions at home. A couple of times, she even spotted mistakes and pointed them out to him. Her appearance had changed a little as she had grown. She was already showing signs of future growth spurts and had a preference for dressing all in black, like Professor Snape himself. The only difference was that hers tended to look a little more like a goth teen from the United States, but it was very low key and modest. Her hair just touched her shoulders and still held the slight wave from her toddler years. Her eyes were still the brilliant lavender that seemed too old for her body. She was a kind soul but not very social usually unless she took a particular interest in something and someone happened to agree with her on the subject. Her drawings were also a talent all on their own. She drew things from scenes of ancient battles to futuristic Muggle technology, from great dragons to a patch of flowers she happened to see outside of her window one day.

But, still, Professor Snape felt uneasy. He watched every morning for the arrival of the fateful owl, not really wanting his daughter to get her acceptance letter to his school. He loved her and didn't want to have to share her with anyone.

Then one morning, as the two of them were cleaning up after breakfast, there was a tapping on one of the kitchen windows. Eleven-year-old Emily opened the window since she stood closer, and a barn owl flew inside with a letter in its talons.

Professor Snape recognized the long script of Professor Dumbledore, written in a brilliant green ink, and sighed. He tried not to look at the envelope as he dried his hands on a dishtowel. "It's for you," he stated in an almost dead-sounding voice.

Emily stared up at him, confused, before gingerly taking the letter from the owl. As the bird flew back out the window, she turned the letter over and broke the seal. Pulling out the letter and unfolding it, she read it silently to herself before she felt her eyes widen in surprise. Granted, she still remembered her grudge against the Headmaster, but she figured she could just ignore the old wizard while she was at the school... if she decided to go. Feeling the decision form in her mind, she sighed and put the letter down before giving Professor Snape a small smile. "Looks like I get to see you teach after all." She knew how protective her father was of her, but she knew deep down inside that he would support her all the way in whatever decision she made.

Professor Snape studied Emily for several moments before nodding. "Very well," he stated with a sigh. "I shall see that all of the arrangements are made. We can go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up your supplies if you wish."

Emily nodded her agreement before hugging Professor Snape with a large grin on her face. "Thank you, Father!"

Professor Snape hugged her back as tightly as possible before pulling her back to their table to sit down. It had always amazed and delighted him at how easily she called him 'Father' when they both knew he wasn't. "Sit down with me for a while, Emily, before you go start packing. There are a few things we need to discuss."

Emily sat in her chair obediently and watched him with the same calculating, yet curious, expression she had worn on her face the day they had met. 'What kind of things could he wish to discuss?' she wondered to herself as she fingered the purple crystal that still hung around her neck. She had never taken the necklace off.

Professor Snape reached across the table and squeezed Emily's hand. "You know I am not your father, no matter how much I wish I was," he began. "However, to ensure your safety, you must go by the name Emily Snape while you are at school. You cannot tell /anyone/ of your real identity. And, even though you possess a lot of gifts that most of us do not, you cannot show them at school. You must only use them when you are here at home. There are too many who would covet them and try to take them from you." He sighed and squeezed her hand again. "Do you understand, Emily?"

Emily nodded her head in understanding. She knew she was different from regular witches and wizards, with some interesting powers to match. She was a little worried about who might come after her for her powers. "Is there a way to keep my powers in check so I do not use them on accident?" she asked, squeezing his hand back nervously.

Professor Snape gave her an encouraging smile. "I can brew a potion that will inhibit them, but you will have to drink it once a month while you are at Hogwarts to ensure that they remain dormant while you are there." He studied her closely. "Are you sure this is something you want to do?"

Emily didn't like the idea of her powers being dormant for fear of being unable to do something when anything might happen, but she also knew that she couldn't risk exposing herself. She bit down on the inside of her lip and nodded her head. "Yes, Father."

Professor Snape nodded. "Very well, Emily. I will get started creating the potion over the next few days. I swear to you that it will be ready for the start of the school year." He tilted his head curiously. "Do you wish to catch the train like all of the other students, or would you prefer to travel with me?"

Emily had to honestly think about her preference for a couple of minutes before she answered, "I would like to try riding with the other students this year. If it doesn't work out, I'll go with you in the future."

Professor Snape sighed and nodded. "I will see you at the Sorting Ceremony," he responded.

Emily grinned and hugged her father once more before leaving the room to start packing for the coming school year.