## part twenty five ##

It started to rain so everyone started to leave. I looked at Shakira and her eyes. They were filled with pain and sorrow. I used to tease her that her eyes said more about her then she ever knew. Today they did that, and I wished they didn't.

Snape said we should go, so I followed him out of the cemetery. I turned at the gate and looked at Shakira. She was standing in the same place but her face was in her hands and I knew she was crying. I could see Jim standing off to the side. Shakira had pushed Jim away when he came to help. Now, he didn't know what do to and I knew that he was in pain too.

For the rest of the summer, everyone was sad and distant. But when school started we started to become ourselves again. Jim was able to help Shakira through some of the pain but they still seemed to be separate. Snape and I only grew closer. I cried on his shoulder and he comforted me. He told me every day he loved me before he went to his classes. He also made sure he kissed me before he went to work.

Some mornings, I would feel so sad that would cling to him and never let go. He had a lot of absences because of me that year. But I did get better and I let Thomas lie to rest in my mind.

## part twenty six ##

#~# eleven years later#~#

I was holding clothes and putting them away, when Snape came back from the feast in the Great Hall.

"Guess who is here this year?" he said, has he took his shoes off. I shrugged.

"Who?"

"Harry Potter." I glanced at him, he wasn't smiling.

"You better be nice to him, Severus. Just because his father played tricks on you doesn't mean you can be mean to him."

He just put his shoes away.

"We will see. Maybe, Mr. Potter will be just like his dad. And I will have to give him detention."

"Snape!"

He laughed and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'll do my best to be nice to him, love."

"Ok." I said, as I hugged him. He sighed and then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Harry Potter is at school now. I wonder if he remembers anything.

I put away Snape's socks and got ready for bed.

The next morning, Snape was quiet as he read the list of students he had in his classes.

"Any one we know?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"Who?"

"Well, the Weasley's have another boy here. Malfoy's son is here, Crabbe and Goyle also. Parkinson. Longbottom. Potter, but I told you that last night. And um, you-know-who."

I took the list away from him.

Yes, she was here.

Kimora.

Voldemort's daughter.

"Does she know?" I asked.

Kimora doesn't know that Voldemort is her father or that her mother is... well, anyway.

"No and it will stay that way. As long as her parents keep it that way. I have to get to class."

He kissed me on the cheek and left our apartment.

I looked at the list again.

Kimora.

She's in Gryffindor.

First one in her family to be in Gryffindor.

I wonder how she is handling being in Gryffindor. She is so devoted to Lord Voldemort, it is hard to believe that she doesn't know that he is her father. But then again, Voldemort never wanted her to know, so she won‛t.

Snape and I were correcting student's papers, one night, when Dumbledore came.

He smiled.

"I must speak with you Professor Snape."

"Please sit." I said, waving to a chair. Dumbledore sat and leaned back into his chair.

"Potter is at school this year." he said.

Snape nodded.

"And I need you to help me."