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An: I started this chapter so many different times with so many different scenarios. In the end, this came out. There are slight AU bits, but the main points from the book are carried over.
Summary: After that fateful night in the tower, Draco Malfoy finds himself being given another chance. Through Usagi Tsukino.
Through onyx eyes
Happy memories.
Did he have any?
Severus sat quite still as he felt the Dementors ill-willed presence waiting outside the dinning hall. They were gorging themselves on the fear and the uneasiness in Hogwarts. He could already see the faint mist creeping into the room from underneath the main doors, fogging around the student's feet.
Several students, Potter especially, began to turn a sickly shade of white.
Any joyment he got out of Potter's discomfort was washed away when he saw that even Albus was getting a little dazed.
Thinking about Grindelwald perhaps.
Or maybe the headmaster was thinking about Honeyduke's closing. The small shop was only one that sold Albus's favorite brand of lemon drops.
With Albus one never knew what he was thinking.
"It's going to be a lovely night, don't you think Severus?" the headmaster asked.
"I'm sure it's perfect for star glazing," Severus answered back with a deadpan voice.
The house elves began to pop in with hot chocolate for everyone.
Like they agreed, they met at the top of the astronomy tower around midnight to recap Severus's latest deatheater meeting.
Albus looked remarkably unconcern about his own assassination.
"I want to save the boy's soul."
Severus couldn't help but think the headmaster looked bone-achingly tired.
"Should the time come, I would like you to..."
I
Nagini laid dead a few feet away killed by, of all people, Neville Longbottom.
His former hapless student looked slightly green as he stood over Severus's bleeding body. The sword in his hand was still shaking from the adrenaline. An explosion nearby caused the ground to shake and the boy looked torn between helping his friends or helping his professor.
Severus wanted to smack the boy.
The choice should have been easy, but then again, this was Longbottom.
The boy can be a bit dense.
"Go."
It was a testament to how much the boy had grown. A look of determine and acceptance crossed his face. The boy took off his cloak, bundled it, and placed it under Severus's head before he nodded curtly and took off.
The last thing Severus would probably see would be the boy's back as he rushed away.
"Snape..."
Potter loomed over him, looking grim. Severus couldn't help the disdain that followed.
It had been bad enough when he thought Neville Longbottom was going to be the last thing he saw, but now it seems that the last thing he would see before he pass would be the clone visage of James Potter.
Severus's face turn sour.
He couldn't even work up the strength to berate the boy.
Someone had set the building on fire. Even now the blaze was raging around them, cracking and moaning, but the boy didn't seem to have any sense of self-preservation. Potter actually tried to save him.
The boy lifted one of Severus's arm and flung it across his shoulder.
"Potter-"
The boy was unprepared when Severus raised his wand.
He gave Potter his memories. The good, the bad, every secret he has accumulated.
Severus was candid enough to admit he was a vindictive man. He enjoyed watching as Potter collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. The boy's face twisted and Severus wondered if the boy was seeing the memories of his father and that mutt Black.
The boy's father and godfather weren't the saints everyone made them out to be. It was sickening how white washed and pure their image was after death.
"Potter-"
Severus grabbed the boy by the collar. The boy was going under. Potter needed to focus. He needed to separate the memories and find the important ones.
Had Severus had more time or energy he would have had more control over which memories Potter received.
II
"Hey, what happened to your eye?"
Severus had been quietly playing by himself at the sandbox when a tiny girl his age came trodden over. She leaned over and peered into his eyes with her big, green ones.
Her bright red hair caught the sunlight and it made Severus's eyes hurt.
"I fell," he mumbled. He lowered his head.
"Oh."
She propped herself right next to him.
"I'm Lily and that's my mom and my sister Petunia over there. We live down the street now."
Severus glanced at the pinched face looking girl whose nose seemed to stuck in the air and the pretty woman trying to speak with his solemn, quiet mother.
"Want to be friends?"
She held out her hand.
She looked earnest.
Hesitantly, Severus place his hand in hers. She pumped it enthusiastically almost knocking Severus to the ground. She began to gather the sand.
"Let's build a magical castle!"
It was more like he built and she oversaw the construction, but Severus didn't mind. Even when she dumped sand down his shirt.
Because she gave him his first kind smile.
III
They fought.
It wouldn't have been the first, but it was the most hateful. He said some things he wished could take back.
'Mudblood,' he called her with a scornful voice. Severus hadn't been able to help himself. After seeing Lily together with that imbecile Potter, the words just popped out.
Later, he followed that mutt Black and his sidekick Pettigrew as they snuck out of the castle. Where Black and Pettigrew was, Potter and Lupin were sure to be.
He was finally going to prove to Lily that Potter and Crew were up to something suspicious.
And maybe...Severus thought with a satisfied sneer...they would finally get what they deserve. Expelled from Hogwarts.
IV
Severus stared into the yellow eyes of the beast.
'Lily...'
His last thoughts were on Lily as the enraged creature loomed over him.
'I'm going to die.'
Severus closed his eyes and blacked out.
V
The smell of skele-gro and other assorted medical potions was the first thing Snape registered when he woked up.
He laid in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling of the infirmary. His head had been bandaged and he reached up a hand to feel the soft cloth.
"How are you feeling, my boy?"
Dumbledore was sitting at his bedside.
"Fine," Severus said curtly.
"I'm glad to hear that. Your friends will be glad to hear that as well," Dumbledore rose. "Rest. We'll speak later."
Severus closed his eyes and pretended to sleep as Dumbledore left the room.
They wouldn't speak until nearly one week later. The only one to visit in all that time was Lucius, who came with the latest news.
Severus allowed himself to wallow in his anger.
Black and Pettigrew got nothing more than six months detention with Flinch and Lupin's secret was still a secret. Severus found himself unable to speak, his mouth mysteriously going mute every time he tried to talk of it.
But perhaps worst of all was the fact that Potter was being praised a hero.
Severus grabbed a nearby vase off the table and flung it with a cry at the wall.
Pomfrey ran into his room. "Honestly, Mr. Snape!" She fixed the mess and left.
No.
What was worst of all was the fact that Lily hadn't bothered to visit.
Not once.
VI
Severus had moved on.
He graduated and left Hogworts. He spent two years working as an apothecary in Scottsdale, before he was summoned back to London.
He brushed off the soot from his robes as he eyed the lavish living room of Malfoy Manor.
A nervous looking house elf came and took him down the hall, where Lucius was waiting.
"You're just in time," Lucius said.
It would be the only time Severus would actually see Lucius give a genuinely heartfelt smile.
They stood outside the main bedroom in silence and looked up when the medic nurse walked out carrying a bundle wrapped in blue.
"It's a boy, Mister Malfoy."
Lucius held the infant reverently as it was placed in his arms.
Severus peered into the squirming cloth.
His father and Severus was the very first thing Draco Malfoy saw when he opened his eyes.
Before Severus could saddle away, Lucius placed the bundle in his arms.
"What do you think of my son, Severus?" Lucius asked.
The baby took one look at Severus's face before its tiny hands tried to make a grab for his nose.
"I think," Severus said wearily. "That's he going to be a lot of trouble."
VII
Severus had moved on, but he has never forgotten.
He sat in the headmaster's office of Hogworts, head bowed so Dumbledore wouldn't see the look in his eyes.
"Why come to me?" Dumbledore asked in a kind tone.
"You're the only person I could think of," Severus said. His pride took a blow. "who's powerful enough to protect Lily from the Dark Lord."
"You and Lily Potter haven't spoken to each other in years, am I correct?"
Severus gritted his teeth. "Yes."
"Then why?"
Dumbledore wanted a certain answer. But which answer? Which answer could Severus give that could get this old coot to help him? One wrong response and Lily could die.
"I love her."
Plain and simple.
He loved Lily.
The words almost got stuck in his throat.
"I see...very well, Severus. I shall move the Potters to a safe location."
Dumbledore looked serious. "But in exchange..."
VIII
It rained the day Lily was buried.
IX
Narcissa looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"Done," Bellatrix said as the last light from the wizard's oath faded.
Narcissa didn't release her grip.
"Take care of Draco, Severus."
XI
Damn it!
Severus lost his grip on Draco as they ran from the castle.
The boy tripped and fell to the ground.
Pausing only to grab onto Draco's arm, Severus grimly apparated them to his home at Spinster End.
He checked the unconscious boy for hexs and curses.
It was only when he tried to enervate the boy that he knew something was wrong.
Draco wasn't waking up.
XII
Severus stood in front of the Dark Lord, wary, as McNair dragged in a young blond muggle. The girl was pale and trembling as her shackled limbs were force to kneel before the Dark Lord.
"Do you notice anything unusual about this muggle child, Severus?"
A trick question? Severus studied the girl out of the corner of his eyes.
"I see nothing unusual, my lord."
The Dark Lord hummed in merriment and asked another question. "Do you know how a horcrux is made?"
"One has to commit the gravest sin known to man," Severus replied dutifully.
The Dark lord's red eyes slid to the girl. "What do you think that is?"
"Murder, my lord."
"Yes, the killing of the spirit," the Dark lord nodded. "And if I were kill someone whose body contains more than one spirit, wouldn't my horcrux be infinitely stronger?"
"My Lord?" Severus asked in confusion.
"My horcrux are being hunted and destroyed as we speak. It makes only sense that I make another, don't you think, Severus?"
A chill went down Severus's spine.
Bellatrix produced the sorting hat from behind her back and stuffed it onto the girl's head.
"It's getting rather crowed in here," the hat mumbled.
"Tell us what we want to know or I'll take a shearing hex to you," Bellatrix threatened.
The hat quailed. "Ok, ok. Yes, I sense him. He's here. Young Draco Malfoy. There's three of them..."
Before it could speak further, it caught on fire.
McNair was quick to throw the hat off the girl's head.
Severus watched as the girl's shoulders straighten and her chin came defiantly up.
Bright silver eyes stared unflinching at the Dark Lord.
"And to whom am I speaking?" The Dark Lord asked, eyes glinting.
"Princess Serenity," she said in a clear voice. "I don't know what your plans are, but you will not hurt my host, the one called Draco Malfoy, or the baby."
The door opened and Pettigrew came in carrying Draco's unmoving body. Pettigrew dumped the body on the floor without a care.
"Interesting..." the Dark Lord rose from his seat."How do you do it? How do you managed to transfer souls from one body to another?" The Dark Lord's skeletal hands reached out. He hissed when his skin began to smolder and blister.
Bellatrix cooed over the wound as he sat back down.
"I've been told that there were rare beings out there who carry within them more than one soul," The Dark Lord said. "Who knew young Malfoy would be the one to lead me to such a person."
Princess Serenity glared.
"I have big plans for you, young one."
Severus's eyes landed on Draco's still body as the Dark Lord continued.
"Big plans."
XIII
Daphne Greengrass took a huge risk coming to his home. She held the muggle girl, Usagi Tsukino, in her arms and pleaded with him.
Severus quickly pulled them into the house.
"We don't have anywhere to go and I think she's coming down with a fever."
Daphne looked stressed.
Severus asked no questions. He grabbed a quill and parchment.
"Go to this address. Ask for sanctuary."
"Whose house is this?"
"Harry Potter's."
"You're kidding right, sir?" Daphne took the paper with a shaky hand.
"One more thing," Severus raised his wand. "You are never to tell anyone who gave you this information or reveal the location to anyone else. Do you understand?"
Daphne nodded with a frighten look as the wizard's oath light began to fade.
Severus sent them through his floo to a muggle train station.
XIV
The invisible portkey Severus had been forced to place on the girl worked all too well.
The moment she gave birth, mother and child, were teleported back as if they had never left.
The tiny, wailing infant instinctively knew that something was horribly wrong the moment she was in Pettigrew's arms.
Pettigrew looked alarmed as he tried to hold the squirming bundle.
"Snape!"
"Deal with it on your own, rat." He had his own burden. The new mother weighted more than was expected from her slight frame.
Her head came to rest against his chest. Her arms dangled limply at her side as he lifted her up into his arms. She murmured a name in her sleep. The name of the child's father? Her eyelids fluttered and Severus half-expected her to wake.
For her sake, he hoped she continued to be blissfully ignorant.
"Place the child there," the Dark Lord ordered.
Severus had been force to watch as the tiny baby girl wailed on the stone mantel.
The mother woke, drawn by the cries. She looked horrified as the red pulsing waves of dark magic was poured into the infant.
"What are you doing?" she cried out. She pulled out of Severus's grasp and had to be restraint by Bellatrix.
"My Lord's going to kill you, you know," Bellatrix's eyes were manic. "We'll make her a horcrux and then my Lord will be immortal."
Bellatrix raked a nail down the girl's face and sneered as it bled.
"We're going to kill every single last muggle and mudblood!"
Severus's hand twitched.
What was once black hair and blue eyes slowly began to morph as the Dark Lord put more of his spirit into the child, getting her ready.
The infant's dark hair slowly lightened into blond and then turned into a light shade of pink. Soon it would match the child's red eyes.
Just when it was a dark pink color, Severus raised his wand and activated another portkey.
He sent the child back to Grimmauld.
There was a loud animalistic roar from the Dark Lord and Nagini hissed as it slithered towards Severus.
XV
Finished.
The last of shred of his memories now belonged to Potter.
He had black spots at the corner of his vision now and he felt cold. He couldn't even feel the warmth of his blood soaking through the fabric anymore.
The Chamber of Secrets.
That's where the girl was being held.
Go, Potter.
Severus glanced out the window and noticed, with a bit of irony, that it was bright outside.
"You did good, my boy."
Albus's portrait walked into the frame of Heldiga the terrible and he looked down at Severus with pride.
"You did good."
Severus closed his eyes.