I never met my parents. Never spoke to them, at least. I saw my mother once, for a split second, as she fell before me with a flash of green light. Then there was the sound of a baby crying, and then a dark cloak collapsed in front of me and a man's screeching mixed with the wind.

Then I blacked out.

I grew up in an isolated tower with my father. He was not my real father of course; as he told me so at least once a month. But the the way he treated me he might as well have been. He cared for me as if I was his own, raised me from a child barely a day old.

It helped that he was a wizard, and I was a witch.

Six years. That's how old I was when he told me the name of my mother. It was the same as the pet name he had for me. Lily.

"My Lily," he had said back then, stroking my jet black hair. "Do you really wish to know your mother's name?"

"I do, Daddy," I said softly. My accent was light, for I was so young, but still there nonetheless. "Please tell me."

"If you insist. Her name was Lily, the lovliest name in the world to me."

"What about my name, Daddy?"

He sighed and began using a brush in my hair other than his fingers. "Your name is beautiful, my Lily, my sweet. But I loved your mother, you know that, don't you?"

"Did she love you back?"

He stopped, the brush only halfway through. "I thought so," he murmured.

"Then why did she marry my father?"

He removed the brush from my hair and put it back on the shelf. "Sweet," he whispered, "there are many things not even I know."

Then he left the room.

He never spoke of my real father. He even ignored me when I asked about him, which he never did. My life didn't change until I turned eleven.

We recieved an owl. This was not unusual, for we recieved loads of owls. But those owls were for my father. This one was for me.

The owl fluttered away after dropping a letter on the desk in my room. I eagerly had picked it up, and studied the front.

Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Father had told me of this school! He was a professor there, and ever since I was six he'd leave me at home during the school year to teach there. It was hard, only seeing him on Winter Vacation and over summer, but we got by.

Now I wouldn't be alone anymore.

I ran down stairs, grinning wildly. "Father! Father!" I panted when I reached him. "Hogwarts accepted me! I got in!"

My father's face turned stony. "You will not be attending the school."

My face fell. "But why?"

"No one must know you exist, my Lily," he said sternly.

"But why?" I repeated.

"You were never supposed to." He snatched the letter from my hand. "Upstairs. Now. I shall write a response to our ever so eager Headmaster."

The years went by, and I longed to attend the school. When I was fourteen, my father returned over summer and was more stressed than usual.

"What's wrong?" I had asked.

"Nothing."

"Come on, Dad!" I groaned, smiling slightly. "I can tell something's wrong."

He turned on me then. "My Lily, this is none of your business; it is mine alone."

"Why?" I pressed.

"Fine, you persistant girl. You Know Who is back, that's what."

You Know Who.

My father was wrong, though. I didn't know who.

When I was seventeen, I had heard there was a huge battle going on at Hogwarts between this You-Know-Who guy and the teachers there. When summer came, I eagerly waited on the porch for my father's return. He had told me he'd be retiring this year due to the previous headmaster's death and his challenge to pursue the role instead.

My black hair was frashly braided and I wore a lilac jumper over a dark green blouse. Father's favorite of my outfits, and I had planted fresh snapdragons on the porch for his return. They were father's favorite as well, especially the magic ones I got, the ones that blew sparks.

I waited, grinning, for ever so long. The day went on and on, and as it grew darker my grin faded. Where was my father? Was he alright?

When night fell I went back inside and closed the door. I went to sleep that night, full of worry.

The next morning I dressed in an emerald green skirt and pink button up blouse. I pulled my long hair up into a braid and apparated (father had taught me magicks at home, over summer) to the school.

Hogwarts.

The school was in ruin due to the battle that had raged two days previous. Nearly deserted besides a couple of ghosts, a cleaning service composed of goblins, and a single professor She wore a long, velvet, forest green cloak and a witch's hat. Her white hair was pulled up so tight her cheeks pinched up slightly.

"Oh! Dear!" She hustled up to me, worry in her eyes. "What are you doing here?! It is dangerous to be here unsupervised during repair!"

"Ma'am-"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Professor," I corrected. "Is there a professor... Snape at this school?" I said, carefully making sure I didn't day father.

"Oh, my dear, I am ever so sorry, put Professor Snape is no longer with us." There was sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, I know he was going to retire, but if you could just tell me his current location-"

"Dear, Professor Snape is dead."

The words hit me like a pound of bricks.

"Oh," I mumbled. "Oh. How?"

"It was You Know Who's doing." Professor Mcgonagall said.

"I don't know who," I respoded softly.

"Voldemort."

I dissaperated out of there as quickly as I could. I had never heard that name before, but the way the professor said it I could tell he was bad. Tears stinging my eyes, I found my father's room and searched under his bed for the Letter, a note he had told me to read if he ever left. I took out a red box and undid the black ribbon. Then I pulled out a note that read,

My Lily,

If you are reading this, I am gone. This note will tell you everything you wish to know. First of all, your mother. Her name was Lily Evans. I loved her, but in the end she opted for a man known as James Potter. They birthed a son, a boy named Harry. On his first birthday, and evil man known as Voldemort came in and killed James. Then he went to kill Harry, but Lily jumped in front of him and took the blast instead. Lily died instantly, as did Voldemort. Harry lived, and at Hogwarts I actually taught him. But what nobody knew is that when Voldemort's killing spell and Lily's love for Harry mixed, a different spell was cast. One that created another child. One that created you.

I had heard the screams and rushed to Lily's aid on that night, but by the time I got there she and James were dead. I found you in a corner, knocked out. Then I saw Harry in his crib. Lily had only had one child, and I knew the other one didn't belong. You. So I took you and raised you.

You, my Lily, were never supposed to exist. You wonder who your parents are? Lily Evans and Tom Marvalo Riddle, also known as Voldemort. But do not think badly about yourself because of this, for you are more like your mother than you are like your father.

Live well, Jodie, my Lily, my sweet.

Severus

Please review! This is not my first fanfic, I have one for the Avengers (Shadows of the Past) and a crossover of seven things (including Harry Potter) called the Chaotic Collide of Alternate Universes! Please review, again, and read those. If you review those stories, tell me you heard about them on here and I'll give you a cookie!