Summary: Lily and James didn't have a son; instead of Harry, they had a daughter, Holly Potter. Holly looks just like Lily but has James's eyes. What would Snape think about this child? Set in third year in Hogwarts. No student-teacher relationship, some caring Snape, probably more (still not sure). Those who insist "There has to be Harry in HP fic" don't visit, cause Harry wasn't even born in this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the character, the whole story idea, and anything that belong the Rowling and Warner Bro.

Author's note: I didn't want to write the previous years before the third year, but I think I have the duty to mention at least some scenes so that wouldn't be odd. I'm also not sure if someone has already worked on this kind of story before (most likely yes) which means I might be suck through the comparison. Anyway, the beginning chapters are just um, beginning and won't be like proper stories, more like simplified flashbacks and I'll move on to the present days. (3rd year)

12 years ago…

"He killed them…he killed her…" Snape sobbed in deeply depression. Voldemort just murdered the Potter family, including his beloved one, Lily. The worst nightmare was, he always believed, that you didn't wish it to be true, and yet you knew it would be true eventually. And now his worst nightmare had come true; Lily Potter was dead, everything seemed pointless to him now.

"Severus, if you truly love her, then you must know he left their child almost unharmed," said Dumbledore, in his calm and soft voice.

"She's gone, it's pointless. She's…" Snape didn't even make his sentence finished as another disturbing sob took over.

"She looks just like her, Severus," Dumbledore added, though there was a moment he hoped the young man standing before him wouldn't be moved by the words. He shouldn't change his mind because of an infant's appearance.

"Don't fool me, Dumbledore, how can you tell a one-year-old baby's looking?"

The old man let out a sigh. "I'm just saying, that if you truly love her, you should from now on protect the child's safety—"

"That won't be necessary. The Dark Lord is gone, he—"

"He will return, Severus, he sure will. And he will first seek for Holly for he couldn't make it to kill her tonight."

And then a silence took over. Dumbledore was just about to speak when Snape suddenly looked up at him in the eyes and said in a firm voice. "No one will know this."

4 years ago, sometime at Dursley's place…

Holly Potter was a tiny thin girl, with dark red hair and hazel eyes. She lived with the Dursely family, who were her only relatives she had got left, but she was never treated like a member of the family. Her cousin, Dudley, always bullied her for he was almost twice larger than her. She also wasn't been fed well and she had to do most of the chores.

Today, July the 31st, was her nine-year-old birthday, and she, of course, wasn't expecting anything, only hoping the dinner tonight would be better than last week. Aunt Petunia did give her a piece of cake as a birthday present once on July 20th, for she accidently scorched the cake which was originally baked for his baby son's party. Holly sat on her bed, and as usual, she took out a pen and drew a big birthday cake on her notebook, with a big number 9 on it.

"Happy birthday, Holly." she whispered in the cupboard, and shut her eyes close as she heard another yell from Uncle Vernon.

"Holly Potter!" Uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen. "Get here right now and help your aunt with the breakfast!"

There was a moment that Holly wanted to pretend she wasn't there, but soon she regretted the idea as she thought of the consequence and her uncle yelled again at the same time.

"What are you doing, huh? Get over here right, now! "

"Coming," she muttered, and pushed the cake she drew aside.

2 years ago, in Diagon Alley

Holly was walking beside a giant huge man named Hagrid. To her, he was almost two-story high or more, and she could barely look straight to his eyes when she talked to him. She was just informed that she was a witch, with an unordinary background history. Though everything sounded crazy to her, she was glad she could at least leave the Dursley's place when she turned eleven and knew that her parents were not killed in a car crash.

"So, wha' else do yeh still need, Holly?" Hagrid said, and nodded to the list Holly was holding.

"I still need…a wand," Holly said, she was quite excited when she found she would soon have her own wand. But then she suddenly realised that she had too many questions left no answers for years and the eagerness to find out the truth was stronger than becoming a witch.

"Hagrid, I..." Holly didn't really know how to start. "Why does that—Vol—"

"Shh, not here, not ever, speak his name, Holly." Hagrid stopped her quickly before she could go on, and he gazed over the people around him nervously for a while, as if he was afraid someone might have heard them.

"But why not?" Holly asked innocently.

Hagrid thought for a moment, for he wasn't sure if it was appropriate for him to tell the girl the truth.

"Look, Holly, you are the only one who ever survived from you-know-who…well," he cleared his throat awkwardly as they approached Ollivander's wand shop. "Guess we'll talk about that later."

Holly looked at him with a curious look on the face. She was about to ask for more when Hagrid pulled the door open and leaded her inside.

On Hogwarts Express…

It took a long time for Holly finally decided where to sit for most of the seats were taken and, at last, she walked to the boy whose mother helped her get through the wall of platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

"Do you mind?" she asked politely.

The boy shrugged and moved his stuff away to make her a place.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley,"

"I'm Holly Potter. Lovely to meet you." Holly said, and the expected surprised look on Ron's face almost made her laugh. After all these days hanging out with the people in magic world, Holly was getting to know that her fame was beyond her imagination.

"Oh my, are you really, and d'you, I mean, d'you have that—"Ron stammered.

"Have what?"

"The scar?" Ron said in a whisper. Holly couldn't help but chuckled lightly.

"Oh, yeah." She didn't think much and showed the scar hiding under her fringe.

"Wicked,"

Okay so of course this is not the end of the scene on the train it's just I don't have time anymore so that's see if I can do the rest. Or, I'll just quit if you don't like it, or someone has worked on this idea and is really pissed right now for stealing the it (though I totally have no idea). If someone's reading there, tell me you like it or not, I take both compliment and criticism.