It was ten-thirty and Snape hadn't even gone to bed yet when he heard Tirza call for him. Only this time she was calling for daddy instead of poppy. He quickly went to her room and opened the door, turning on the light. A very angry ten-year-old Tirza sat in the makeshift crib, wearing clothes that were much too small, her arms folded across her chest, accompanied by an angry glare. Snape stood there is surprise for a moment; of course he had known that the potion would wear off by Saturday, but he hadn't expected it too be this early. "Uh hello? Ya wanna get me the fuck out of here!" Tirza yelled. Snape shook his head as he walked towards her; oh boy was Tirza back to normal! "Really child, you and I shall have to have a talk about your language," Snape commented as he removed the rails from her bed. "Yeah, whatever. Just tell me what the hell I am doing in a cage and why my jammies are like a million sizes too small and," she paused as she shifted slightly. "Oh my god, what else am I wearing?!" she screamed. Snape resisted the urge to chuckle. "It's called a nappy dear," he said as he found his wand. "What the hell is a nappy?" she asked as her nightgown became its normal size. "It is something that babies and small children wear until they are trained to use the lavatory." Tirza's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! I'm wearing a DIAPER! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" She stomped over to her chest of drawers and grabbed a pair of panties. "I'll be back and than I want to know why I'm wearing a diaper!" She stomped from the room, than returned a few seconds later. "Where am I going? You're the one in my room! Get out so I can change!" Tirza practically pushed Snape from the room and slammed the door behind him. "This has got to be some psycho nightmare, I mean like oh my god," Snape could hear Tirza rant inside her room and chuckled. He suddenly realized that she was actually a lot quieter and used much better language when she was two! Tirza threw the door open and threw the diaper at him. "Is this some kinda joke? If it is SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE!" she ranted and flopped onto the couch. "Tirza, how many times must I tell you not to do that?" Snape asked, exasperated. Tirza glared at him. "Can we get back to the important issue here? And in case you're confused, the important thing is ME not the couch!" She folded her arms across her chest and fixed Snape with a glare. "What is the last thing you remember?" he asked. "You mean before I woke up in a CAGE?" "If you want to know what is going on young lady, you will speak to me with respect!" Snape scolded. Tirza glared, but didn't say anything. She thought hard for a moment. "Jinn Jinn was in your classroom and I was trying to catch her before you saw her and had a heart attack; someone kicked me and I hit someone's desk," she told him, trying her best to remain calm. "You hit Draco Malfoy's desk and his age regression potion spilled all over you; you turned into a two-year-old and have been that way since Thursday morning." Tirza rubbed her head and felt the bandage. "I'm getting a headache, but tell me anyways."

Snape sat down beside Tirza and sighed. "It has been a most interesting two days; I never knew small children could be such work." She nodded. "So I've been a toddler for two days? Like for real?" "Yes for real; you were an absolute handful, but I cannot say that it wasn't fun," Snape told her. Tirza rubbed her forehead again. "Dude, this is like some kinda sci-fi movie; are you for real?" He chuckled. "Why don't I remember being two?" she asked. "Normally, an age regression potion is used slowly, so that you reach the desired age, but still retain your proper brain functions. Because you were covered it in, it happened to quickly for you to have any memories." She shook her head. "So I've like missed two days of my life; that is so crazy! Tell me all about it!" she asked excitedly. "Well you of course completely disrupted my class; you enjoyed pulling my hair, nearly ripping it from my head!" At the mention of hair, Tirza realized that her hair was not tickling the middle of her back as it usually did. She turned pale and her eyes widened again. "What happened to my hair?" she whispered. "We'll get to that eventually," Snape told her; he tried not to laugh at the horrified look on her face when she realized that her hair was now shoulder length. "You called me 'poppy,' why I do not know, but you just didn't call me daddy. You also seemed to enjoy Mr. Malfoy, who was seemingly entranced by how cute you were, although he did not enjoy being addressed as 'ducky'." Tirza laughed. "I called him Ducky? That is too good! I'll have to remember that for the future." Snape nodded, than continued. "Minerva was unable to take over my classes, which meant I was stuck having you in my classroom the whole day." Tirza laughed and smiled as he told her how she tortured his quill, was given a Gryffindor tie (that later changed to Slytherin colors) and about her first steps. "Was I cute?" Tirza asked. Snape smiled. "You were absolutely adorable; I kept calling you my princess, which I am sure the other teachers will never let me forget!" When Snape mentioned the playpen, she noticed it sitting in the corner of the room; she got up and looked inside. "It's cute; and you said Uncle Albus made it?" "Yes, he did. You spent a great deal of time in there, and although it was supposed to keep you from getting into things, you did anyway. It all started when you ate that idiotic crayon." Tirza laughed. "You gave me a crayon? Don't you know that all kids eat crayons unless they are like mega fatty crayons?" Snape pretended to scowl at her, than winked. "No, I did not know that, but I certainly do now. Shall I continue?" Tirza nodded and Snape continued the story of his toddler terror.

After the story, Tirza was tucked back into her bed (which had been returned to normal of course). It was after midnight, but her mind was racing with thoughts, keeping her from sleeping. Sure, the crayon eating bit and such had been funny, but there was something that bothered her: her dad had seen her without her clothes on. That thought was horrifying. She shuddered at the thought of him seeing her naked. She always felt like there was some sort of mark on her because of what had happened and that if anyone saw her naked, they would see it. Of course whenever she had showered or bathed, she had seen that there was no mark; but maybe it was invisible to her and a flaming red or neon orange to others. How did he stand holding her or even looking at her after seeing that mark? Tears silently slid down Tirza's face; she knew he was just pretending now. No one could see that mark and want anything to do with that person again. He'd send her away for sure; would she be sent to AJ's house or would he give her some money and just dump her somewhere? Tirza buried her head in her pillow as sobs started racking her body. She had trusted him and loved him and now everything would be different. She felt like everything was ruined and it was all because she had been so very bad.

"Tirza honey, why aren't you eating?" Snape asked, glancing at his daughter's full plate of food. She shrugged. "Not hungry." "At least try and eat something," he told her. Tirza stabbed some of her scrambled eggs with her fork, than forced herself to chew and swallow. She nosily dropped her fork onto her plate. "There, ya happy?" Snape frowned; Tirza had been rather difficult all morning and wasn't sure whether to attribute it to being tired or something else. "Tirza, don't be rude," he scolded softly. She squirmed slightly in her seat. How could he act like he hadn't seen it? Like it was normal or something? It made her nervous to be around him, knowing that he had seen the mark. She had always been so careful to hide it away and now he knew and acted like everything was fine! She shook her head; sometimes her dad really confused her. How could he love her after seeing it? Tirza didn't even love or like herself because of it. "Daddy, I don't feel good." Tirza held her stomach and ran out of the Great Hall and into the nearest restroom. Snape was close behind her and he waited just outside the lavatory door. Tirza emerged a few moments later, deathly pale and shaking so badly that she could hardly walk. Still holding her stomach, she turned to Snape. "Can I go back to our rooms before I get sick again?" Snape nodded. "I am coming with you; I don't want you to be sick by yourself." Tirza started to walk slowly down the hallway, still shaking, and nearly fell over on her side. Snape reached out a hand to steady her, but she cringed and moved just out of his grasp. She steadied herself and looked into Severus' face; hurt and confusion was evident in his black eyes. She turned her face away from him, mistaking the look in his eyes as a hesitancy to touch her. 'It's starting already,' she thought. By the time they reached their dungeon chambers, Tirza had fallen twice, but both times silently slid away from Snape's touch. Severus was confused and felt slightly hurt. 'Perhaps she does not want to vomit on me,' he tried to rationalize her behavior. As she entered their rooms and lay on the couch, Snape looked into her eyes; something was different. There was something wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was; the one thing he knew for sure was that it worried him.

"You're shivering, let me find the quilt," he said, rummaging through his closet. He pulled out the quilt and headed towards the couch where Tirza lay, pale and shaking. Snape leaned down to tuck the blanket in around her, but she pulled it away from him. "I'm not `handicapped or something, I can do it myself!" She hoped that the stubbornness and defiance in her voice masked the pain she really felt. Snape looked at her strangely as she settled the blanket around herself. He kneeled beside the couch and softly stroked her hair; he could feel her shudder. "Don't," she said roughly. She suddenly sat up, holding her stomach. "I'm gonna puke," she said as she hurried to the bathroom. Snape, extremely concerned, followed her and sat beside her; he began to gently rub her back as she threw up. Tirza wanted to yell at him to not touch her or push him away, but she was too sick to do either. She finally leaned against the bathtub, exhausted; Snape tried to pull her to him so she could lean against him. "No," she growled. Snape was very confused; what was wrong with her? She carefully got up off the floor, only to fall back down. Snape scooped her into his arms and she struggled against him. He put her down on the couch and she immediately sat up; Snape gently pushed her back down. Tirza pushed his hand away and stood up. "I don't wanna be touched, got it?" She went as quickly as her unsteady legs would carry her to her room and slammed the door. Snape stared at the door for a moment in shock. Tirza lay on her bed, still feeling queasy, when he knocked on her door. "Tirza, I want to come in; I want to know what's wrong." She closed her eyes and wished as hard as she could that the door had a lock; she didn't want him to touch her ever again. He had seen her mark and she knew that every time he touched her, he'd think about it. "Tirza!" Snape yelled; when there was no response again, he reached for the doorknob. But the door was locked! Snape shook his head and tried again; the door was definitely locked! 'This is ridiculous,' he thought. 'Her door is locked, only the door doesn't even have a lock! More wandless magic?' With a frustrated growl, Snape found his wand and pointed it at the doorknob. "Alohamora!" He threw open her door and entered the room; Tirza was curled up in a ball on her bed, silently crying. Snape sat beside her on the bed and rubbed her shoulder, causing her to shudder. "Tirza, I know something is wrong; tell me." She shook her head. "Honey, I can't make you feel better unless I know what is bothering you." Tirza sniffled and rubbed her eyes. "I'm fine," she whispered. Snape raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm." Tirza rolled her eyes. "I just didn't do good with the eggs." "Would you tell me if it was something else?" Snape asked. Tirza nodded. "Promise me," Snape said, sounding very serious. "Yeah, I promise."

As the day wore on, Tirza tried her best to not act suspicious; she wasn't sure where Snape's concern was coming from and she still didn't know why he wanted anything to do with her. She giggled and talked and seemed close to her normal self; her mask was a reflexive instinct that often came in handy. Right after lunch, Snape set her up at the desk in the sitting room to begin her evaluation tests. Snape had ordered several tests that would tell him what areas of her education needed the most work and what subjects she did well. Tirza rubbed her head; she had a headache already and had only finished three pages! The tests were much harder than she expected them to be; a lot of the questions focused on things that her old school didn't teach in fifth grade. Snape watched her work and could see her struggling with the questions; he had been afraid of this. That Tirza would be so far behind their standards for children her age and would require a lot of hard work to catch up. "Daddy, do I have to do these stupid things?" she asked, pouting. Snape nodded. "Yes, these will help me be able to teach you better." Tirza crossed her arms over her chest. "But I don't wanna do them!" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Are they too hard for you?" Tirza looked insulted. "No, they're easy. That's why I don't wanna do them." Snape could tell she was lying, but decided not to say anything. "Well, then they shouldn't take you long to finish," he told her firmly. Tirza knew that his tone of voice indicated that the conversation was over, and she glared at him. Snape ignored her glare, but continued to watch her out of the corner of his eye as he graded papers and worked on lesson plans. Tirza returned her attention to back to the tests; she felt so stupid. Why couldn't she figure out the answers? Her hope was that if she was smart enough to impress her dad, he'd forget about her mark, a thought that hadn't left Tirza's mind since last night. Tirza's hope faded as the questions only got harder and harder as she continued. It seemed like there was nothing she could do right. 'Face it, your life is messed up big time,' she thought.

The next afternoon, Dumbledore asked Snape to his office to discuss Tirza's tests. Dumbledore had kindly offered to grade them as Snape had to prepare Potions and DADA lessons for the week and would not have time. "I'll be in the headmaster's office if you need me," Snape told her. She nodded. "Cool. Hey grandpa, wuz up?" Dumbledore chuckled and Snape looked at Tirza strangely. "Why in Merlin's name are you calling the headmaster 'grandpa'?" "When she was her toddler self, she decided to call me that, seeing as I wasn't Santa Clause. I told her about it yesterday; I also told her that I do not have any grandchildren and she has no grandparents, so we could be surrogates for each other," Dumbledore told him. Snape rolled his eyes. "Be good," Snape told her as he and Dumbledore left Snape's chambers. Tirza watched Star Trek for a while, than realized that she was missing quidditch practice! She loved to watch the Gryffindors practice and secretly hoped to be on the Gryffindor team when she started Hogwarts. She quickly put on her winter gear and started to head outside; suddenly a thought struck her. "I better go tell dad where I'm going, so he doesn't have a heart attack or something," she said to herself. She wound her way through the halls and smiled proudly when she found Dumbledore's office. Tirza whispered the password and went to knock on the door when she stopped. Snape and Dumbledore were talking and Tirza was interested, so she put listened through the slightly open door, careful not to lean on it. "I think it would just be too much and I'd lose patience with Tirza too easily," Snape commented. "Yes, that is true. What of the other option?" Dumbledore asked. She heard Snape sigh. "I suppose we could give it a try." "If you find her to your disliking, you could always send her away," Dumbledore told him. Tirza's heart stopped. They were talking about her! She had been right; her dad did want to send her away! He had even talked to Dumbledore about it! What she heard confirmed her worst fears; that she was just too much trouble because of her American ways and the bad thing she had done. It cut her heart into pieces; she had always thought this would happen, but really wished it didn't have to happen so soon. She had tried to not get attached to her father, but had failed. She wanted to scream and cry, but felt numb. A plan began to form in her head, drowning out the voices of the men in the office. She slowly knocked. "Enter," Dumbledore called. Tirza poked her head in the door. "I'm gonna go watch quidditch practice, okay?" Snape looked at her closely; he felt nervous, but was unsure why. He nodded and Tirza left. She walked numbly down the halls, towards the dungeons. 'If he wants to send me away, if I'm that much trouble, I'll just leave,' she thought to herself. It was that thought that brought tears to her eyes which couldn't be stopped from flowing. She would leave; he loved her dad too much to cause him pain or make him upset. It would be easier on him if she just left on her own, quietly, quickly. She went into her room and grabbed her blue duffel beg; she threw another pair of jeans, three t- shirts, and enough sock sand underwear to last a week. She put the framed picture of her mother into her bag as well as the picture of her parents in their school days. She put a small pink blanket in, in case it got cold. The last thing she packed was Molly. Her eyes blurry from crying, she went outside. Being careful to avoid the quidditch field, Tirza started walking.

A/N: (sniff sniff) Poor Tirza! She has such low self esteem at times and just can't seem to stop blaming herself for what happened. She'd got a good heart though, willing to leave to keep her father from being upset. But where will she go? And we all know that Snape wasn't talking about her with Dumbledore, but than, what was he talking about? Oh, such a cliffhanger! I'll have to hurry and get the next chapter posted as fast as I can so I don't keep you in suspense for too long.

Alrick: Tirza will have a few choice words for Draco the next time she sees him about her precious hair! And I think it will be cute for Tirza to call Dumbledore grandpa, and I am going to have her continue that. Albus and Snape appear to be very close and Albus is like a mentor to Snape and a sort of father figure as well, so I think it is fitting for her to call him grandpa. And of course, Snape's daughter could NEVER be a squib! My god, the horror of it! LOL! She will demonstrate more and more magical powers as things progress and will seek someone to teach her how to use a wand once she gets one. And how will she get one you may ask? Can't tell! Just keep reading! I really really love seeing your reviews, you are just so kind and such a faithful reader and I love ya for it!

Amethyst D: She was a fun toddler, wasn't she? Ya gotta feel bad for Snape, not being used to little kids! He had his hands full!

BuzzBuzz16: I am so glad you liked it! Keep reading, much more to come! I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop this story; it seems to occupy more and more of my thoughts lately and if/when I finally do stop, I think I'll be very bored, LOL!

MerlinHalliwell: Harry, Ron and Hermione are first years; Tirza will go to Hogwarts with Ginny. Haven't decided yet if Voldemort and the CoS will be included; I might just go my own way as I have been. Thank you for your sweet compliment!

Potter-Snape: A tantrum over her hair will come up soon, with Draco feeling her wrath since Snape told her it happened while "Ducky" watched her!

Kenomee: Tirza will be a late bloomer which will resulted in many uncomfortable conversations for Snape. Such as why the other girls have big boob and she has none, etc. It will be fun to write Snape as she does mature and go through puberty; all the boys in the school will probably be too frightened to even pay attention to Tirza, LOL! And more bonding experiences are needed and will happen. Look for a HUGE bonding experience when Snape and Tirza go visit her little friend AJ in NYC during Christmas vacation! The thought of that makes me laugh so hard, it was be so much fun! And no, Tirza is certainly not going to be a squid! In fact, she may become more powerful than Snape will even want her to be! And you are right, the story does need villains and Draco probably isn't 100 percent evil, so I will try and get some other Slytherins in on the nastiness. I still think it is so cute that you tell your kids about my story!

OliversPrinzess: I have been watching Internet Movie Database (imdb.com) for info on the HP movies and they have Sean listed for Oliver for Prisoner of Azkaban. I hope he is in there, I'll be sad if he isn't!