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Chapter 1

Detention

"Severus, do your Father and I a favor and watch the baby? We'll be gone for a few day's, you aren't doing anything right?"

"NO! Mother, I'm terrible with kids, that's the reason why I came here, to get away from children."

"Severus, please. It's just an baby, she' won't be any burden to you. Be sure to feed her every few hours, the food is in the pantry, nook it for a few seconds and you'll be fine." Severus jumped in when his mother took a breath.

"No, mom, I can't take care of a baby, I never have and I probably would--"

"Thank-you sweetie." Before Snape could say anything else, his mother and Father had apparated out of the kitchen.

"You owe me!" He screamed. He walked over to the baby's crib and starred at the baby. His sister had the baby almost a year ago, but dropped it off at "Grandma and Pop-Pop's" house. The baby looked so innocent, so pure. Severus put a hand inside the crib and softly touched the baby on the face. He was surprised at how soft and warm it was. He couldn't help but smile as the baby put a small hand around Severus's fingers. Then the noise started. The small whimpering sound that came out of the baby seemed to grow every second it went on. Severus started loosing his smile and concentrated on the infant. "Shhhhhhhh, please, be quiet." He coaxed in a soft voice. The baby's face tightened up into a little ball of wrinkles and tears.

"No, please…don't….shhhhh…..oh." Severus remembered the food in the pantry. Maybe that would help. He picked the little baby up in his arms and went into the kitchen. The baby had muffled it's sobbs, but you could still hear them. Quickly he fixed the baby solution and got it in the bottle. The baby opened her eyes as she drank the milk and looked up at Severus. He was shocked to see that her eyes were brown, weren't babies supposed to have blue eyes? Once their eyes met, the baby threw the bottle aside and let out a laugh that warmed up the room. He put the baby back in her crib when she finished drinking. He hated the kids in his classes, but didn't mind this child so much. She was small, warm and loving. This was the first time he actually got to see his niece. The family never even sent him a picture, or told him about it until a few weeks ago. He was actually beginning to like this new addition.

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Snape had enjoyed his stay at his parents house. He mainly spent it alone, enjoying the peace and quietness that he rarely got to experience at Hogwarts. Especially when school came around and he had made a new friend.

The news came two weeks after school started. It came by an owl, a dark owl that looked like it went through Hell to get there. It's feathers were all scorched and it's color was a sickening black. It carried a very small piece of parchment that, when opened, looked like it was ripped out of a book. Snape tried to read what was scribbled on it, all he could make out was the words: Sister, Brother-in-law, dead, death eaters, baby and adopted. Nothing was ever heard from his relatives again.

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Fifteen Years Later

He watched his potion class as he did every day. Giving the occasional stare at his Gryffindor students, especially the three that usually found a spot together. Harry, Ron and Hermione were his usual 'trouble makers' and they gave him headaches every class. This time, Hermione had started to pick a fight on the wrong day with the Slytherns.

"Detention! Hermione, seven thirty, right here." Snape ordered before throwing himself back into his chair and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Class dismissed." He said, eyes closed. He didn't have to repeat himself, the class had already emptied by the time he finished his sentence. If he wasn't in so much pain, he probably could have gone the whole class without much hesitation. The thing that bothered him most was that his mark on his arm was hurting.

"Great, just great!" Hermione yelled in the Gryffindor common room. She flung herself down on one of the couches, put her feet up on Harry's legs and threw an arm over her eyes.

"You're over exaggerating, Hermione. You have to learn that one detention isn't the end of the world." Harry said, looking at the feet that was sitting on his lap. He didn't ask for those to be there, he didn't want them there, but he let them stay there. If Harry touched them, he knew what Hermione was capable of and didn't feel like getting bruised at the moment.

"You don't understand! I can't have another one. Mum and Dad are annoyed enough as it is and I certainly don't want to hang out with Snape after the way he's been today."

"Maybe he's cooled down, he let class go awful early, I don't think we were even in there for more than forty-five minuets." Hermione glared at Ron who was sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace.

"Just a suggestion." He finished.

"Ron's right Hermione. He's never stayed that way for this long." Harry said, fighting the urge to steal a shoe from Hermione and tickle her foot to get it off his lap. He started to move for it, but Hermione moved. She looked at Harry.

"Don't even think about it." Harry just smiled and settled back in his seat.

Snape looked at his watch. It was unlike Hermione to be late. He was wondering what type of punishment to use this time. He wrenched in pain, his mark was hurting more every minute. He tried to stand up to get the pain potion, but he seemed to be pinned to his chair. When he finally stood up, he fell over in pain. Unable to scream or move or anything.

Hermione knocked on the door to the classroom. It was locked otherwise she would have just went in.

"Professor Snape?" She screamed through the thick wooden door.

"It's me, sorry I was late, let me in." She waited for an answer, but didn't hear anything. She sighed, contemplating on turning back when she knew it probably wasn't a good idea to ditch detention at the moment. She got her wand out and lifted it up to the door handle.

"Alohomora" She said and the door opened.

"Professor Snape? Are you here?" Hermione walked around the room. Something didn't seem right, there was a chill in the room that didn't seem right. She'd never felt it before, and the dungeon was usually cold already.

"Professor?" She walked to behind his desk and jumped. She noticed the Professor had fallen onto the floor and was unconscious. Suddenly a sharp pain in her legs made her fall down. She didn't remember much after that, but she did remember seeing a dark green mist surround them, before she blacked out.