Hello everyone! I apologize for how short this chapter is, but I wanted to leave it the way it is. The next chapter should be a lot longer. Please leave a review and let me know what you think.

3 years later

Hermione Granger awoke screaming into her pillow. As usual, she had another nightmare about Bellatrix Lestrange. Ever since she was tortured by her during the war she couldn't shake her nightmare. Every night she relived her worst memory. She can still feel the cruciatus curse on her and the word mudblood getting carved into her pale white skin. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and laid back into the soft warm pillows below her. She didn't want to get up. She was plagued by her insomnia all last night and barely got any sleep. She closed her eyes just wanting a few more minutes before she had to get up. As she closed her eyes she slowly drifted back to sleep succumbing to the warm covers below her.

She woke up suddenly by her three-year-old daughter shaking her awake. She looked down at her daughter who was staring at her worriedly. "Good Morning Sabrina. Mommy must've over slept."

"You were screaming mommy," her daughter said. She put a finger to her mouth staring at her mother nervously.

Hermione got out of bed and picked up Sabrina in her arms. "I'm sorry love for waking you. I was having a bad dream. Let's go make you your special pancakes."

"Yay! I love pancakes!" Her daughter clapped happily.

Her daughter, Sabrina Katherine Snape, named after Severus Snape and her mother, had long black hair and pale skin. The only sign of her mother when looking at her was her nose, her lips, and her chocolate brown eyes. Even for three she was already tall for her age and easily will be just as tall as her father. She was also smart for her age. Her vocabulary for a three-year-old was extraordinary. She couldn't exactly read just yet, but she loved looking through picture books while her mother sat beside her and read her own book. She also was strong. She barely cried. Even as a baby she rarely would have an outburst or a tantrum. Overall, Hermione was happy that she had a lovely little girl as a daughter.

Hermione carried Sabrina down the stairs and walked into her small kitchen. She set her child down in her booster seat at the table and began to make the special pancakes that her daughter loved to eat. She took out her wand and mixed the ingredients together in one big bowl. She turned on the stove and began to cook the pancakes. As she was cooking, she grabbed Sabrina's sippy cup and poured some milk into the cup. She set it down next to her child and flipped the pancakes with her wand. Once they were finally done cooking she set the plate down in front of her and cut the pancakes into pieces. She then made some for herself along with a strong cup of coffee. She took a seat across from her child and began to eat her breakfast. As they sat there and ate, Hermione looked down at the wanted ads that were in the Daily Prophet. She still was looking for a job and hadn't found much success. She scanned the pages of the Daily Prophet and her eye caught an ad that was towards the end of the page. In big black letters it said Help Wanted! Looking for a Potion's Assistant who can help me cut up ingredients and make potions for my shop. Must have experience. 34 Fleet Street London, England. Ask for Albert.

Hermione cut out the ad and decided that after breakfast she would go to the place. It was only 15 minutes away from where she lived and with a wand she can easily apparate over there. "Eat up dear. We got somewhere to go today," she said quietly to her daughter who was still busy eating. She knew it was a fool's chance, especially showing up with a child on her hip, but she had no other choice. She was desperate. She gripped her mug tightly and took a sip from it. She looked back down at the Daily Prophet and saw on the front mage was a big headline. Chosen One Becomes Auror! She saw, what used to be her best friend, smiling into the camera while he stood next to the Minister of Magic. She frowned at the picture. She was happy for him, but it was bittersweet now that they were no longer friends. She still didn't understand why her friends treated her the way they did, but there was no point on dwelling about it now.

Her daughter finished eating her breakfast and Hermione cleaned up the mess with a flick of her wand. They walked back up the stairs and into Sabrina's room. Hermione quickly dressed her daughter and dressed herself. She took a quick look at herself in the mirror and adjusted her hair slightly. She then turned towards her daughter and said, "Alright dear. Are you ready to go?"

"Do we 'parate again?" Sabrina asked curiously.

"Yes dear we have to apparate there. I know it makes you dizzy, but it's very quick." She picked up her daughter and with a spin she apparated away from the house and appeared in a dark alleyway. "Are you okay Sabrina?"

Her daughter nodded at her. "Where are we mommy?"

"Mommy is trying to find a job dear. When we get to the place you need to be very quiet okay?" Hermione walked out of the alleyway and saw that the place was just a few doors down from where they appeared. She walked down the cobblestone sidewalk trying to think of what she can possibly say to convince the hirer to hire her. She really didn't have much experience, but she always wanted to work in the field of Potions. She got to the front of the door and looked at the place with second thoughts. It didn't look like much. She can tell that there was a glamour charm around the building so that muggles can never see it. It was clearly a place that only witches and wizards can enter. What was really odd about it was the place they put the shop. It was in a middle of a busy street, but most of the people who walked by were in fact muggle. How much business could this place get if it was in such an area like this? She shrugged and decided that if she wanted a job she had to at least try to walk in. Don't judge a book by its cover they always say. She opened the door and heard the bell on top of the door alert the person that they had a visitor. She looked around the shop and saw that there was two parts to it. The room she was in now had a simple layout. All it had was a counter and behind the counter were two bookshelves. One bookshelf had ingredients and the other had Potions. She saw that behind the counter was another door that led to another room. She believed the other room to be the spot where the actual person who worked here made the potions. She approached the counter hesitantly not seeing anyone in the room.

Her daughter looked at the bookshelves and whispered, "Mommy what are those?" Her daughter stared at the strange ingredients. Inside glass jars were different liquids and animal parts.

"They are potions my dear. They are like medicine. On the other side is stuff that is used to make potions," she answered her.

"But-But mommy…" Her daughter's finger shook slightly as she pointed to a jar that had rat tails inside of them.

"Yes Sabrina. Some potions need parts of an animal," she answered calmly.

Sabrina wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue in distaste. "That's gross."

She laughed at her daughter's response. She stood there patiently for someone to come out. Finally she decided to yell and see if someone would come out. "Hello! I am here because I saw your sign. I'm looking for Albert." She watched as a man poked his head out of the other room and approached the counter. She stared at the man in shock not believing her eyes. There in front of her stood Severus Snape. She lost her voice immediately. He looked exactly the same as he did three years ago. His hair was still long and greasy, he still wore his black wizard robes, and he still had a dark scowl on his face while looking at her. Her heart ached at seeing him standing there. He was alive. He didn't die like everyone thought he did. She pinched herself hard thinking that she was in another dream again, but there he still stood daring her to speak. Why would he hide away from the world like that? Why wouldn't he tell anyone that he was alive, especially me? I grieved his death for weeks knowing my daughter wouldn't have a father, but there he is perfectly fine. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't. Tears started to build in her eyes and they fell rapidly. She was embarrassed that she started to cry in front of him. Without a word she apparated away scared that he would belittle her for crying in front of him.