Prologue:

A women dressed in ragged robes ran down the streets of Spinner's End as wind viciously tore through her dark red hair. In her arms, her newborn daughter laid wrapped in a blanket. Green eye's pierced her own as she looked down. Her daughter's face was white from the cold wind. If only she could just get to Sirius, he would be able to help her and her daughter.

Her poor, aching legs wouldn't be able to push her forward much longer. Her breathing was jagged and quick. The only thing keeping her going was the little bundle in her arms. She looked back to where she was running and nearly missed the turn. She needed to get to the tree. There, Sirius would be waiting for her. She could see the tree as she pushed herself to keep going, if only for her daughter. When she got there, however, Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

"Sirius!" She called. Where is he? She hadn't thought he would have abandoned her when she needed him most. She heard a twig snap and started. "This isn't funny, Sirius! I mean it!" She saw a tall silhouette that was coming out of the shadows, walking towards her. Whoever it was, they were not Sirius.

"Daisy, stay where you are and we won't have to harm you. We just need that child." She looked down at her little bundle of joy before staring at the man. "This can happen the easy way, or it can happen the hard way."

"Well, it's going to have to be the hard way then, because I will not let you have her." Daisy stood her ground, and she tried to carefully unwind her wand from the blanket, without being seen, and failed miserably at it.

"Don't even bother. You would just being signing your death certificate." The man finally got to the streetlight and on his face was a mask: a death eater. Now, Daisy was truly scared. Not about her own life, but about her daughter's.

"Who are you?" She stuttered.

She was answered with a cackling laugh, "Your end."

"Please, spare my child. Take my life; just don't take her from me. She's an innocent; I'll do anything to save her!" At the time, she had been desperate. She would have done anything for her daughter.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, now, hand her to me right now." Seeing that Daisy wouldn't do it the easy way, like he had expected, he sighed, looking down. What he didn't know, was that Daisy had her wand at the ready, and she was starting to pull it carefully out. But then, when she finally got her wand out, it fell to the ground. "Accio Daisy's wand," The death eater bellowed. With those three words, the wand flew to his hand. There was a snap, and Daisy's wand was destroyed. "That's it, this is ridiculous!"

This is it, Daisy thought; He's going to kill us. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She tore off the blanket just as the death eater shouted, "AVADA KADAVRA!" She threw the cloth and, miraculously, only the blanket was destroyed .The death eater was flabbergasted: how could the killing curse have been blocked with a . . . a blanket? All thoughts forgotten about the baby, he looked down at the spot the blanket had been. Nothing was there. So what had happened?

Daisy was already on the next street, just about ready to collapse. She had been through so much that day. She had given birth to her daughter, death eaters had attacked the hospital where they were resting, and she had only just escaped death with a blanket. Well, a blanket that had charms and protections on it. That must have been why they had survived. Daisy stumbled and almost dropped her precious daughter. She had just decided that she would just rest for a few minutes when she heard a popping noise. She screamed and clambered up, searching for her wand, and then remembered her wand had been broken.

"Wh-who's there?" She was shivering from the cold, Halloween air.

"I won't hurt you." A familiar voice said wearily, it sounded as though the one who spoke had been crying, or still was. The only troubling thing was remembering who exactly the voice belonged to.

"Who are you?" Daisy repeated. A figure emerged from the shadows, exposing themself. "Sev, is that you?" She was astonished and worried. He had just showed emotion. Severus Snape had showed emotion. "What is wrong?" She wanted to know.

"It's Lily. She's gone." He croaked.

"No." She whispered. "No, no, no!" She stepped up to him and, with one arm cradling her daughter, slapped Snape. "Don't lie to me." She could not believe the man after what he had called Lily. "She was fine not fifteen hours ago, I got her patronis! You're lying!"

"I wish I were. You know I would never lie about her. Not Lily." His dark eyes gazed into her bright ones. Daisy saw honesty in them. Honesty, sadness, and nothingness all at the same time; all this could be seen through his black eyes.

"No." She repeated. She held out her daughter. "Take her. Now!" She commanded. He quickly obliged and she collapsed.

Severus couldn't just leave Daisy and her child here in the street, especially not with all of the death eaters out, hungry for revenge. He brought the infant into his house, sat her down on the chair, and grabbed a pillow, which he used to stop the infant from rolling over. If it was even capable of that yet. He then went back and got Daisy, lifting her up into her arms. He made sure to do this gently; he knew that she had only given birth recently, judging by that baby and her appearance.

He didn't even know if she should have been out that day. Not with her condition. What if something has gone wrong with the baby? What if something happens to Daisy while she is unconscious? He wouldn't have been able to accept both Lily and Daisy leaving him that night. If they had both gone, leaving only their children, he would most likely quit everything all together. He would have been unable to cope with the loss.

He sat her in the guest bedroom and laid her down just a moment before he pulled covers around her to tuck her in. Then, he went into the kitchen, grabbed two chairs, and sat them in the bedroom near where Daisy was lying in the bed. He grabbed a thin pillow to lie on the bottom of it, and a small blanket. As he walked back to the living room, he thought about how he would tell Daisy what happened if she asked. No, when she asked. He had no clue. Snape picked up the baby, and carried her to the makeshift crib and tucked her in.

He then went to his own room, exhausted, but he never found sleep. There were simply too many things to be pondered over.

Daisy had woken up a few hours later. She hadn't gotten much sleep, but she had gotten more than Severus, who had gotten none. She was first aware that she was in a strange bed. When she looked around, she saw two chairs together with pillows and blankets in it. She sat up, as she had seen her baby in the makeshift crib, fast asleep.

The baby shifted, which had resulted in her hitting her head on the side of one of the two chairs. The result of this was a high-pitched shriek, followed by a cry. Daisy rushed to her baby, painfully aware that her body was aching. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. The floor creaked outside of the room and, frightened, she picked her child up and ran to the closet, carefully shutting the door. She heard the door open, and someone walked in.

"Daisy?" The intruder called quietly. "It's me, Severus." Realizing she had overreacted, Daisy opened the closet and walked out.

"Sorry, I was scared and thought you were trying to kill us. I just . . . didn't know where I was, and ran to the closet when I heard you." She explained in a rush. "Do you have something to eat?" She added as her stomach growled.

"Yes," He looked down as if in shame.

"Good." She hadn't noticed him glance down, and walked past him, looking for the kitchen. When she found it, she was shocked. The only food to be found in it was some stale bread, over-ripened fruit, and some old orange juice. "Okay . . ." She looked down at her daughter, whose stomach had just rumbled. "It's okay, baby girl, we'll get you something to eat."

"Sorry, I should have gone shopping for some food last night." He hung his head, embarrassed that she had seen his pathetic excuse for a food supply.

"No, you needed the sleep as much as I. You know what? That's fine; I wasn't even that hungry anyways." Her stomach didn't agree though, as it had decided to grumble just as she said those words.

"I don't believe you." He smirked. He turned to leave, to get food, when Daisy remembered something.

"Severus?" He turned around. "Does Lily know I'm here? She must be worried sick about us. We should be back at the hospital and . . ." His face told her everything she needed to know; last night wasn't a dream after all. "So she's . . . she's really gone?" He nodded. "But . . . but how? The order was s-sup-pposed to p-protect them! W-what ab-bout Harry? T-tell me he's at least ok-kay." Severus nodded again. She was crying, and he wanted to comfort her, he just didn't know if she would want him to. "W-what happened? Severus, t-tell me, or I-I'll assume the w-worst."

"It already is the worst." He said, with seemingly no emotion. Daisy slapped him, outraged that he had the audacity to speak in such a manner. "What was that for?"

"Did you not care about Lily at all?" She glared.

When he answered a few moments later, he answered honestly. "I did, I loved – love – her. I love your sister."

"You're not lying." She observed.

"I know that." He threw at her.

After a few minutes, she finally decided on what to ask next. "Why?"

Severus had misunderstood though, and took the conversation in a whole different direction. "Why? Harry was a threat to-" He was cut off.

This time, it was Daisy's turn to change the subject. "Not Harry. Why did you call her a mudblood?" He flinched when he heard the fowl word he had called his precious Lily. "Why?" She whispered. "If you loved her like you say you did, then why hurt her like that?"

"I was in a bad place." He looked at her eyes, those emerald orbs just like Lily's. Her hair was darker though, a lot darker than Lily's. It was one of the only ways to tell them apart when they weren't right next to each other. It was almost as if they were twins accidently born apart.

"I figured that much out myself, thank you." She retorted sarcastically.

He swallowed audibly and gathered his thoughts. "The year that I said that awful word was one of the worst years of my existence."

"Everybody has bad years, Severus. It is how you get through those years that matter, not what happens during them." Her harsh tone wounded him as he was reminded of the very things that caused their fights in school. Many of them were over trivial things, but some were about important things – things such as life and friendships.

"You're a bit judgmental, don't you think? I reckon there was somewhere in your life, that you have hurt someone you love. Probably even Lily." It was Severus' turn to be the accuser.

"Oh, don't you even dare turn this on my mistakes, you bastard!" She shot daggers at him with her eyes.

"I wasn't. I was simply reminding you that not everything is as it seems, and that not everything is intentional as you so obviously seem to think. Perhaps you should come to realize that maybe people make mistakes and ought to be forgiven for them. Perhaps they shan't be criticized for the mistakes made during youth." This was his last chance to fix things. If he let her leave, he would not have the chance again, at least not for a long time.

"Fine, I thank you for your help. I am done here. Goodbye, have a nice life." With that, she adjusted up her daughter on her hip, and left. That was the last time Severus had seen Daisy Evans. Or her him.