"Dad!" Vivica exclaimed at James portrait who was lazily flipping through a book that she assumed belonged to one of his portrait-friends. "Guess what?"

"Baby Via!" he said cheerfully and gladly put the book down. "What has you are pink in the face,"
"I'm on the Qudditch team!" she shrieked with delight and jumped up in down in her excitement.

"Congratulations!" said James, longing to hold her close and tell her that he was so proud of her.

"Thank you!" she breathed, ceasing her jumping. "It's been the best birthday-week ever! I've got such nifty gifts and mum –you won't believe this- bought me the Nimbus '99! The '99 isn't even out yet! Our team is going to be wicked! Did I mention that Fred, George, Angelina and this other girl who is also really good called Alicia made it too?"
"That's wonderful." He said as enthusiastically as he could muster from his disappointment. He wished that he could have been there to congratulate since even he had not made the Qudditch team in his first year and it was remarkable how much his daughter learned and how well she could play.

"I know! We practice with the team and our first game is before the Christmas holidays against Slytherin, but we're only playing as back-up for now. Even though! This is wicked beyond anything and I love it!"
"You don't know how proud I am," he said honestly. "I remember I first put you on a broom. Care to listen?"
"I'm Lily's daughter, I absolutely love any type of story; especially if it is about me!"
James chuckled. "Here we go,"

"What a lucky child you are," James laughed as he swung the two-year-old toddler up in his arms from the floor.
"Why daddy?" she asked innocently.

"Yes daddy, why?" Lily mocked as she came up behind her husband.

"Because," he explained to the both of them. "Halloween was yesterday and you got showered with sweets, your birthday is today and you got to eat cake and Christmas is not that long away either. Baby Via gets to live on a chocolate and sugar for almost two months."

"That is a lucky child," Lily nodded while the dark haired baby looked confused.

"Birthday?" she asked quietly.

Lily kissed her little balled up first. "Yes Baby Via, today is your birthday. Do you know how old you'll be?" Lily lifted each finger on Vivica's hand.
Lily lifted each finger on Vivica's hand. "One," she and James said in unison. "Two!"

"Today's your second birthday and that deserves a special present,"
Her emerald eyes lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. "Present?"

James handed her over to Lily and retrieved a giant red and gold gift-wrapped box.

"Present!" Lily restrained her daughter as she lunged for the gift. "Present!" Vivica said with more determination in her voice.

"No, no, no," James said playfully.

"Not until the Weasleys and Uncles Remus, Sirius and Peter arrive." Lily scolded gently.

"Present," she said sullenly, tears began to form in her eyes. "Please," she looked up at James, knowing he wouldn't deny her.

"Oh Lils, maybe she could break into it," James reasoned with his wife.

She cocked her eyebrow at him. "You are too soft for your own good James Potter," she cradled her child to her chest. "I don't want my child to be a spoiled brat like the Malfoys."

"Don't you dare compare our Vivica with the Malfoys." He said sternly, taking Vivica back in his arms. "I'm her wealthy daddy and it is my job to spoil her; it just keeps the cycle going," he joked, making Lily smile as well.

"Very well, now what did you get your daughter, wealthy daddy?"
James sat down on the plush carpet with the toddler in his lap and pulled the present towards them.

"Wait just a moment, I'll get the camera," Lily rushed out of the family room and returned quickly with the large camera. She placed it on the piano and set the 'record' button. James and Lily helped their daughter shred of the wrapping paper and James lifted the lid.

"Gosh," Lily gasped as James revealed a miniature broom. "That's adorable sweetheart; but are you sure she can ride it? What if she falls off?"

"Not to worry," James said heartily. "It flies a foot and a half off the floor and is a gravity charm to keep her little bum on the handle."
"Broom! Broom!" the toddler exclaimed, gripping the handle. "Ride like daddy!" she said excitedly.

"Of course," James complied and sat her down on the broom. She wobbled a bit, but as Lily made to catch her, James blocked her.

"She might fall!" Lily insisted.

James eyes were bright and the excitement in them rivaled Vivica's. "Just watch!"

Vivica clutched onto the handle tightly, but even then, she flipped upside down. She shrieked with delight and just kept spinning right side up, then upside down again. After she and James had their excitement, he gently pushed the broom forwards and monitored the speed with his wand. He turned to face Lily and gave her an accomplished look. "See, she's doing fine,"

"James, look out!" Lily cried.

Vivica laughed and shrieked merrily as she zoomed across the family room, knocking down several table lamps and gifts from Petunia in the process. James hooted with laughter before slowing down the momentum and snatching up the child from her newly beloved broom.

"Again, again!"

"Definitely not again!" Lily took back her baby but smiled in spite of herself. "I'm putting her down for her nap and by the time I'm back I want this place spotless for the guests, do you hear me James Potter?"
"Done, Lily Potter sir!" he saluted her off before laughing to himself once more.

Vivica clutched her stomach from laughing so hard. "I'm surprised mum kept you alive after that incident."
"Death would have been easy compared to the hours of hard labor she put me through."
Vivica cocked her eyebrow dangerously, just like her mother. "You had to mutter a simple spell; surely it would not have been that hard. And don't joke about death, even if you are dead," Vivica became stern, making James gulp in fear. "Now, I have something else to tell you, but you have to promise you won't get mad."

"Did you break anything or get a detention or something? You should know that I honestly don't care. I was a terrible kid-"
"No, no, no, nothing like that."
"Then what, Via?" he asked softly.
Vivica fidgeted and examined her black shoes. "Um, Mum and Dad are sort of back together now." She mumbled.

"Oh," he said in surprise. "Well than,"
"I haven't told anyone yet, I wanted to see what you have to say first. You'd probably have the biggest reaction so anything that comes after it will be nothing," she explained quickly while he was deep in thought.

"Do you like them to be together?" he asked carefully.

She nodded guiltily and looked up at him. "I like having a normal family with two parents together raising their children; it feels s-so wonderful having two parents taking care of you! It makes me feel happier and I just love having them with me,"
"I didn't realize that this ment so much to you," he said quietly, nodding in understanding. "It's perfectly fine with me, as long as you are happy."

"Honestly?" she pressed.

"Truly and completely honest," he whispered. "No run along to practice my Qudditch Queen and go and make my name proud!"
Vivica picked up her things and started down the hallway. "I will, oh and that was the other thing I was going to tell you,"

"What?" James called suspiciously.

"I'm not changing my name to 'Snape' or 'Evans'! It's been 'Potter' forever and I am NEVER going to change that!" she hollered back and raced down the hall.

"YOU NEVER KNOW!" James yelled teasingly. "YOU MIGHT BECOME A WEASLEY!"

XXX

"You're an intelligent child Vivica, but I didn't know that you were such a procrastinator." Snape commented from the stack of papers he was marking at his desk, while Vivica quietly worked on her assignments that are due the next day at the other end of his desk.

"If I do things over time it is all mismatched and lazy. When I do it the night before, it's perfect and presentable since I know it's due the next day and I don't have time to stall. Mum sent me to Wizenarnia for primary school and we had a whole month on this arithmetic project. I did all the work the night before and received the highest mark in the class. Procrastinating to the last minute is not such a bad thing," she explained, not looking up from the text she was reading. "Muggle studies is the easiest class in the world; it's going to boost my average up easily. I mean, they are asking what muggles use brooms for! My cousin Dudley could pass this test,"

"Is your cousin Dudley Petunia's son?" Snape asked curiously. "She actually got married to that fat oaf you call your uncle."
"Yeah, but we only visit once or twice a year since Dudley is a douche and Uncle Vernon hates magic."

"That's a relief, although I'm surprised that your Aunt Petunia still talks to Lily,"
"They don't really 'talk.' It's more like a polite encounter with a stranger, although Aunt Petunia does send mum a present every Christmas."

"Petunia doesn't hate your mother; she's just jealous that she's an ordinary and Lily's special. When we first got our Hogwarts letters, Petunia appeared to be disgusted but she wrote to Dumbledore and asked if she could come to Hogwarts too." He chuckled.

"What did Dumbledore say?" Vivica asked excitedly.

"He obviously said no. Petunia is as muggle as you can get," he smirked. "You do know that you're three-quarters muggle,"

She looked up from her book and gave him a concerned look. "I thought you were a pureblood, that's why you were a Slytherin."

"Come her Kitten," he said quietly and swiveled around his chair so that she could sit on his lap. She was tall for her age, but so was he and he managed to balance her on his knee. "Did your mother tell you the story of how we ended in the first place,"
"Story?" she looked confused. "What story,"
Severus let out a deep sigh. "I called Lily a m-mudblood," he said in such a silent tone that Vivica had to strain to hear him.

"How could you!" she asked in shock. Her emerald eyes were filled with anger and disbelief. How dare her father call her mother the worst most fowl word known to wizard-kind?

"Two reasons," he said carefully. "Potter provoked me to the extreme that day. But a lot of my hate for muggle comes from my father."

"Your father?" she asked quietly. "Is he still alive?"
"Goodness no," he said with relief. "My days of death eater did come with that benefit."
"You hated your father?" she stated the obvious. "But you're such as good dad,"
"Yes Kitten, but I think my father hated me more than I hated him. You see, my mum was a pure-blood and with that came a lot of wealth but that drunkard spent all of it on booze and constantly hurt me and my mother. He hated me and made tortured me."

Vivica wrapped her arms around his torso and held him tight. He instinctly pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "I don't want to be like him; hurt the child that I love. That's why I suppose I am a 'good dad,' although I do regret the years I missed with you; I'm trying to make it right. I'm not a horrible father like him, Kitten."
"I know," Vivica's eyes were glazed with emotional tears. "That was terrible what your father did to you. You are nothing like him!
He kissed the top of her head. "I sure hope so,"

XXX

"Oh Vivica, I'm so nervous and I am not even playing!" Angelina confided in her friend the morning of the Gryffindor/Slytherin Qudditch game.

"Shut-up Angelina or you're making us feel nervous too," Fred hissed as he grabbed several hard boiled eggs.

"We're technically not even playing," George explained.

"So you technically shouldn't worry," Vivica reassured her friend.

"Yeah Angie, all we'll be doing is sitting at sidelines and cheering. First years never play," Alicia said warmly.

"And all of the houses will be cheering for us, besides Slytherin of course. Everybody hates Slytherin and they suck anyways. The only way they'd win would be if they cheated which they're know for doing but they get caught since they're stupid." said Fred.

Vivica shot him a dangerous look.

"What he means is," George thought quickly. "That the Slytherin Qudditch team sucks and have the support of no one here while the Gyffindor Qudditch team is awesome and has the support of three-quarters of the school."

"George is absolutely right," Fred said, thanking his brother for saving him from Vivica Potter's wrath.

"Let's go to the team rooms now, half of the players are already there," Alicia suggested.
Vivica nodded and got up, pulling Fred up by the collar as he stuffed his face. "You shouldn't eat much before a game or you'll nauseate all over the pitch,"

xxx

The end of November was crisp, grey and cold with light flurries whiting up the pitch. All of spectators had arriaved and were seated, waiting for the teams to make their debuts. Slytherin entered first, with their house chanting obnoxious cheers, building up their momentum. Gryffindor flew in afterwards, grinning wildly as more than half the stadium cheered them on. Vivica smile stretched to her ears when she saw Snape giving her a sly thumbs-up and James practically jumping out of his portrait hollering her name. Vivica was secretly glad that Professor McGonagall and James were sitting at opposite ends of the staff bench to Snape; to prevent a brawl between them.

The five alternates sat on the team bench and watched anxiously as the game began.

Gryffindor started up the scoring with Tallulah Harstien swished through a ten pointer. The crowd went wild but while Gryffindor celebrated the goal, Slytherin sneaked in a ten pointer, jeering at Oliver Wood. The scoring pattern continued half and hour into the game until Tallulah was intentionally stuck in the head by a Slytherin beater and was carried of the field unconscious. The remaining six regrouped while Madame Hootch lectured the Slytherin team on unfair head shots and discussed who to bring in.

"We need a chaser, but which one of the girls?" asked Wood.

"Angelina looks a little green," muttered Krovel. "It's either Alicia are Vivica."

"McGonagall brought out James Potter's portrait for this. Why don't we let Vivica play?" Jupiter Sailingston, a beater suggested. "You know, to honour her father,"
"Alrighty then," The team flew over to the first years and recruited the worried Vivica. She had never played with such a wide variety of ages. Some of the players were of age already while she was still a child!

"No pressure," Krovel whispered in her ear. "Just stay on the opposite of Denzel and do the plays we practiced, that's all there is to it,"
Vivica nodded mutely and flew over to her position. She finally decided to play this game like she would any other; she ignored all outside voices and concentrated on the quaffle. She nearly fumbled the ball on the three man weave with the hard passes she received from her male teammates but managed to set Jupiter up for a point. Her youthful energy also came in handy when she intercepted a pass from the Slytherins and threw it down the field for Krovel to score once more. Slytherin responded fiercely, knocking down two Gryffindors in their wake as they managed to loop around Wood and score another ten points. While Slytherin conducted a difficult play, Vivica caught a glimpse of the golden snitch lingering around Jupiter's ear. She scanned the pitch for any sign of their seeker, Saunders, and tried desperately to catch his eye to tell him about the snitch, so he could catch it and let the game be over.

"Saunders," she murmured, more to herself than him. Saunders head snapped up and before she could tell him he shouted at her.

"Potter! Duck!"

"What?" She screamed, and it was too late.

Beep…Beep…Beep

Vivica's eyes fluttered open to the bright infirmary light as her diagnostic machine bleeped in a steady pattern as she observed the large white room. When she tried to twist her head though, a sharp pain zipped through her as if someone and thrown a fierce stinging hex at her neck and immediately returned to facing the vast ceiling. She moved her arm to massage her neck but it wouldn't comply, it just felt numb. She tried both arms but none seemed to even move, or even feel if they were attached to her body. Luckily only her voice was able to help her.

"Daddy!" she cried, warm tears rushing down to her ears. "Daddy," she sobbed as he immediately appeared at her side.

"Shhh," he gently brushed back the hair out of her face. "I'm here," he said softly.

"I can't move!" she wailed. "Am I paralyzed?" she broke out into cries once more.

"You won't be soon, Madame Pomfrey has made sure of this,"

"I was! What happened?" she demanded as the tears steadily dripped onto the pillow.

Severus wiped the tears away with his thumbs and sat down gently on her bed.

"A fast bludger hit you hard at the back of your head and neck and knocked you unconscious," he explained patiently. "But it will happen again, for I banned my beaters from ever owning a broom at Hogwarts, much less play for the Slytherin team," he added bitterly.

"Is mum here," she asked, hiccoughing to recover from her tears. "I want mum,"
"Of course she's here, she's been here as soon as she knew what happened. She's just sleeping in my quarters. I'll go wake her up,"
"Don't!"

"Why not?"
"You know what mum is like when she is awoken before she get's up on her own,"
"But you're a special case," he smiled reassuringly and patted her blanketed knee. "I'll be back in a few minutes,"
Vivica gave him a tired grin back. "Thank-you,"

A few short moments after Snape left, Vivica's best friends entered with a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.

"You're awake!" Fred exclaimed. "You're alive!"

She nodded sullenly. "But I'm useless, I can't even move."
George waved it off. "Madame Pomfrey told us that you'll be able to play again in two weeks, that is, if you want to," he inquired, raising his ginger brows for an answer.

"I'm really scared to go back George," she whispered. "I've never gotten such a severe injury. Sure I've broken an arm or leg but those are minor compared to this,"
"You really are scared, huh?" Fred said softly, jumping up to the foot of her bed. "You do look pretty worse for wear too,"
"What do you mean?"

"Um, well…" George shifted uncomfortably.

"Is my face scared or something?"
"No but you're…different. You're eyes are all dark and tired looking and you're skin is whiter than this sheet and it looks like you've sucked in your cheeks. That's what kind of scares me but what scared me the most is that you're…um…not really Vivica anymore."
"What do you mean? I've only talked to you for a few minutes and you don't think I'm me anymore? I don't understand you're logic Fredrick," she replied wearily.

"This is what I mean! Normally, you are smiling almost every possible second, even when you're mad at me we end laughing about it later. But right now, you're just sick and not-you,"

"It'll take time for me to recover and then I'll be back. You said yourself it will only be two weeks before I can be on a broom again."

"Thank goodness for that," a shy smile graced their lips. "You know, I think we were more scared than your dad when you got hit and fell off your broom, huh Fred?"

"Oh yeah, it was actually really terrifying," Fred admitted.
"Are you sure? Can you tell me all that happened? Start from after I got hit,"
"Well," Fred cleared his throat and began the story. "After you got hit you fell off your broom but your dad and McGonagall and even Dumbledore I think cast a charm and suspended you in mid air and your dad caught you and I think he was going to cry since you wouldn't wake up. Your other dad also seemed scared and was swearing so much at the Slytherins that McGonagall had him put away. Anyways, Krovel came to see if you were alright as well and you were carried away to the hospital wing and Madame Hootch made Slytherin forfeit, but we would have won anyways but those bloody snakes argued that it wasn't fair since the snitch wasn't caught but she had your back,"

Vivica's eyes were wide throughout the story. "What happened in the hospital?" she asked anxiously.

George hopped onto the other side of her bed and continued the story. "Your mum and my mum came were in there for a while. My mum came out first, a few hours later and said that Madame Pomfery had diagnosed you and said that you were paralyzed from the neck down but your mum and dad began to work on potions quickly and were replenishing your body with the potions to make you better. She said that Madame Pomfery expected you to be back to normal within weeks but we were all still scared,"

"That sounds so scary," she said quietly. "And I was out cold the whole time,"
"Yeah, but a lot of us came to visit you over the last few days. I think your dad made the Slytherin captain write you an apology letter and he delivered it to your pile. Our team also brought you that big basket of sweets and even the captains of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams came to see you and dropped off a few treats and condolences. McGonagall and some of the other professors and even Dumbledore left you get well soon gift. My mum and dad got you something and I think Harry left something in the pile too. Angelina, George and I just add to the mountain each day."

"Thank you so, so, much guys," she said graciously.

"What for?" they asked, giving her a confused look.

"For filling me in on what happened. Oh and the sweets," she finally cracked a smile.

"You're getting better already!" George said excidedly.

"You know what will make me even happier?"

"Finding out that your Uncle Remus is here?" Fred supplied.

"Really? He's here?"

"Yeah, he's teaching Potions while your dad was taking care of you," said George. "You look worried there, Viv, what's wrong,"
"Does that mean that the whole school knows that dad is…"
Fred and George burst out laughing.

"Hey!" she shrieked, making the twins wince and answer the question.

"Nope, we told the team that he's James Potter's second cousin and you're like his third niece or something and the older kids just spread the news around,"

"Are you ever going to tell the school the truth?" George questioned curiously. "Because you seem really fond of him,"
"I will…eventually-when I am ready," she said weakly. She honestly did love her real dad with all her heart, but how would the school treat her if they knew she was Snape's very own offspring? She guiltily loved the pleasures and edges she got from being a Potter at school and secretly hoped that her social status would stay the same since it gave her a sense of security; as in she knew that she'll always have a lot of people have her back.

"What did you say before Fred interrupted you? That you wanted something?"
"Don't worry about it," she dismissed airily. "Can you guys go find Uncle Remus though, I have missed him every time I went to visit,"
"Sure, be back soon," the twins leapt off the bed and walked out.

"Oh one sec," Fred raced back to her bed and placed the treat on her nightstand table of generous gifts. "Nice to see you again, Viv," he brushed her bangs out of her face and put her glasses on for her. He spoke before she could even mutter a thank you for the present. "I know that you don't want be blind as well as paralyzed." He joked lightly.

"Thanks, Freddie," she said softly.

"No problem," he smiled innocently and skipped off to join his brother. As if on cue, her mother walked in and gently sat down at her side. Lily mechanically kept brushing her daughter's raven locks with her fingers and spoke to her in soft, quiet tone.

"How are you Baby Via," her mum asked.

"I'm alive," she joked, hoping to get her mum out of her fragile state. Lily's hair was mattered and not the lush red it was and her eyes were bloodshot

"That's good. You have no idea-"
"-How scared you were; I think my friends filled me in for that part," she also spoke in a gentle voice. "How soon until I can move again?" Vivica asked eagerly.

"Two days," her mother sighed with relief. "You've been such a brave girl,"

"She has," Remus crossed to her bed at the end infirmary.

"Uncle Remus!"

Remus smiled and kissed her forehead. "You're father said you played such a good game," Vivica caught the look in his eye and knew it was not Father Snape who said that.

"Thanks, don't you think that this will make an amazing story to tell my kids?" she asked cheekily.

"This beats any of my stories by a million," Remus agreed.

"Is Harry here?" Vivica was definitely not used to being away from her little brother so long.

"I left him with my sister-"
Vivica gasped in surprise, giving her mother a disgusted look. "Mum! How could you?"

"Shhh," Lily soothed. "I am going to pick him up today, now that you have awoken,"
"But the Dursleys are evil! Aunt Petunia is evil and so is Uncle Vernon and Dudley could sit on Harry and smolder him."
"We're going to get him soon," Remus coaxed. "I think you need some sleep now,"
Lily nodded. "I'll see you in the morning," she whispered and kissed her daughter good night. "Your dad will be here if you need anything,"

"Mum," Vivica whispered quickly into her mother's ear.

"Madame Pomfery has a potion for TOM; at least until you are better," her mother reassured her.

"Bye mum,"
"Bye sweetheart,"
"Lily," Remus asked his friend. "Why don't you say goodbye to Severus while I say goodbye to Vivica,"
Lily nodded quickly and briskly walked out the door. Remus sighed and looked sadly at his goddaughter.

"You're mother told me to tell you that you are banned from playing Qudditch –but wait, don't protest yet- I'm intending to keep you in," he said slyly.

"What do you mean?" Vivica asked curiously.

"Simple, we don't tell Lily there is a game,"
"But dad will tell her-"
"I do not know what Professor McGonagall said, but she convinced him to let you play; on the condition that it you won't play Slytherin."
"Deal," Vivica sighed with relief. No Qudditch, not a chance.

"Speaking of you dad," Remus opened up Vivica's nightstand drawer, and help up James' portrait.

"You're alright!" James let out a huge breath of relief. "Thank the lord,"
"It's Qudditch dad, stuff like this happens all the time,"
"Not getting paralyzed by Snakes! What happened to them?"
"They won't be seeing the Qudditch Pitch for the rest of their lives here at school, thanks to um…other-dad?"
"Anything other punishment?"
"They'll be scrubbing caldrons until the end of the school year."

"For once, I agree with Snape," James said indignantly.

"Come again James?" Remus teased. "Is James Potter agreeing with Severus Snape,"
"Shut-up Moony," James fought to control his laughter. "We also agree on the fact that we have an awesome daughter,"
"I second that," Vivica smirked.

"See James, you've got your Vivica back, she's already up to her dry humour. When she starts walking she'll be back to her sarcastic ways,"

"I appreciate your motivation Uncle Remus," she muttered darkly, but ruined the effect with her uncontrollable laughter.
"Even paralyzed, my daughter can diss you out Moony, I'd be ashamed if I were you."
"Moony…Uncle Remus, did you make that Marauders Map thing as well? Because Fred, George, Angelina and I love it!"

"I'm the one that did all of the work," Moony said proudly.

"I got all of the information though," James countered.

"How long did it take? When did you manage to even do it all?" she asked curiously.

"Are you ready for a long story, Qudditch Queen," James asked.

"I think I've got time to spare,"

James smiled at the two of them. "Take it away, Moony,"