A/N:I know this has been long awaited, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get it out. In an attempt to clear up some confusion arising from my reviewers in the lst chapter, I give you Three:

Chapter Three:

Albus put his head in his hands and let out a deep sigh from his place behind Severus' desk. The portraits of past Headmasters lined the walls, looking on at him with pity. His head snapped up, and he rose from the desk. He crossed the room in quick, determined strides, slamming the door behind him.

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"Hermione, love. We have to hide. We cannot stay--" Severus pleaded.

"I will NOT let that …that thing force me into exile!" Hermione Snape insisted, slamming a pot down on the stove of their kitchenette.

"Mommy?"

Severus and Hermione turned at the sound of the small, frightened voice. Severus knelt down to the four-year-old's level, opening his arms and allowing her to run to him. She glanced at her mother once she was happily settled in her father's strong arms.

"Mommy, why is you mad?"

"Mommy isn't mad , love, she's scared." Severus whispered.

"I bloody well am mad!" Hermione hissed. "We cannot leave this school, Severus! You are the Headmaster and I am the Transfiguration Professor! How exactly do you expect them to carry on without us?" Another pot slammed onto the stove.

"Albus can--"

"Albus has enough to be getting on with! He retired for some peace and to continue his work with the Order! You expect him to drop everything so you can RUN AWAY?!"

"It is not running away! I want to protect--"

"As do I, Severus! But she is safe as long as she is with us and in this castle! They know you aren't loyal to them! If we run it will put her in more danger!"

"Hermione, I don't believe this will work, but since you are so adamant on staying…I will have Weasley organize the Welcoming Feast." Snape said.

"Honestly, after everything he's done, you'd think you could call him Bill."

With that, Hermione pulled their daughter from his arms and stomped out of the room. Later, Severus smiled as he heard a soft voice coming from the next room, singing Lizzie's favorite lullaby.

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"Welcome, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Sorting shall now begin."

Severus watched as about forty nervous eleven year olds filed in behind his wife. He watched as she opened the scroll and called out each of their names, putting the hat on each of their heads.

"Weasley, Connor."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Weasley, Cadence."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione glanced at Severus' and caught his eye. She winked at his forlorn expression as he watched the new Weasley twins make their way to the Gryffindor table. Then, she called out he next name.

"Malfoy, Lorraine."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Severus watched the small read-head run across the hall to join her cousins at the Gryffindor table. He tuned out he Sorting out and thought about the small black haired girl sitting next to him. He watched her as she looked on in awe as the Sorting commenced.

"Daddy!" Lizzie whispered loudly to him, so half of the Staff Table turned their amused eyes on her.

"Yes, love?"

""Which House will I be in?" her whisper was now so loud that the whole Hall turned to watch their Headmaster's answer.

"I don't know, Love."

"You were in Slyverin?"

"Slytherin, yes."

"And mummy was a Gwyffindor?"

"Gryffindor, yes love."

"So which one am I?"

Severus glanced around and saw the whole Hall staring at them. The Sorting was now over, and the food wouldn't arrive until he made his speech. His daughter was soaking in the attention, turning her dazzling toothless smile around the Staff Table as they murmured to each other in amusement.

"Let's see."

Severus carried her up to the stool, and placed he carefully on top of it. He set the hat on her head and watched a she giggled when it slipped down to her neck, covering her face completely. Three full minutes passed, Lizzie's tiny giggles occasionally piercing the silence of the Hall.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Hermione stared at he hat in disbelief for a moment before joining in the applause of the others. Severus watched his wife, trying not o laugh at her inner struggle with pride and scorn as their daughter slipped from his arms and ran to the Slytherin table, taking a seat next to the ugliest and biggest Quidditch player and making everyone laugh.

Hermione felt Severus hand wrap around her own. He leaned down to whisper in her ear;

"Everything will be fine."

Hermione nodded, watching the Hall with a slight small on her face as the burly Quidditch player set Lizzie in his lap as he talked to his neighbors, never noticing Lizzie slipping the protruding wand from his pocket and aiming it at his pumpkin juice.

"Everything will be fine." she repeated in a whisper, running to save the seventh year from a week in the Hospital Wing.