AN: I am back with an ending! Hello/welcome.

The fuzz of the potion cleared her mind giving Harriet the sense to flee the room, adjusting her robes and skirt into order as she raced through the dungeons. That was all kinds of messed up, her mind screeched at her, he's a teacher and was using her mothers name as he pounded into her. There was no mistaking that 'Lily' had left his lips. She didn't know what to make of it so she ran, straight to the second floor girls bathroom to clean up. Realizing she was without pants and full of various liquids that threatened to spill down her thighs, she sat on the loo to think. She was going to have to apologize to Snape for attacking him like that. Groaning in shame as she realized how she forced herself on to the professor.

Once cleaned she returned to her common room where Ron and Hermione had been waiting alone. It had gotten late, most of the castles occupants were nestled in beds for the night. This was something Harriet was grateful for, running in a skirt was difficult and passing no one but annoyed portraits was a blessing. Her friends slide to either side of the couch for her to sit between them, but she shook her head, opting to pace in front of the fireplace.

"Mate, you look like you've been chased half way around the castle," Ron exclaimed indicating to the space between him and Hermione.

"And what happened to your hair?" Hermione questioned, pursing her lips at the other girl.

Harriet groaned, "Dunno, I'm tired though. I'm gonna go up to bed."

She walked away from her friends questioning looks and made her way up to the dorms, thankful Ron couldn't follow. Hermione, however, did. Harriet hadn't suspected that anything was wrong with her hair, although as she thought back on the events of the evening she thought back to the way Snape had tangled her hair in between his fingers, tugging at it as he came. The thought sent electricity down to her body to her feet despite herself. Harry buried her head in her hands, diving through the curtains of the generic four poster bed closest to the window. Much to her dismay, Hermione followed her into her bed.

"Did you run into Malfoy?" Hermione questioned, chewing her lip.

"No, I just, uh, argued a lot with Snape," Harriet said quickly.

"Did he go to far into your mind? He's only trying to get a rise out of you Harry," Hermione said, trying to be reasonable.

If only she knew, Harriet thought before nodding, "Yeah... I just want to be alone, I need to sleep it off."

Dismayed, at being unable to comfort her, Hermione left after rubbing her friend's shoulder.

The next morning found Harriet down in the dungeons before breakfast. She bathed quickly and threw on her robes, arguing internally about what she was about to do. She had to confront Snape, it was all she could do in this messed up situation. She paced the corridor outside his office, deep in the dungeons. Does Snape even come out for breakfast in the Great Hall? Is his office even connected to his quarters? She scanned her memory for him at meal times but drew a blank. Her question was answered as the door opened briskly and Snape emerged in dark billowing robes. The sight of the young girl he assaulted made him falter, he looked her in the eyes shocked to see her before backing back into his office. Harriet took a deep breath and followed him into the room.

"Sir, I'm sorry about last night, I really didn't mean to! It was the potion I swear," Harriet began.

Snape resigned himself to his chair. He had, of course, known this was coming. Head strong, yet child like Potter would blame herself what happened. He sighed, he truly was little more than a dirty old man taking advantage of a drugged student. A drugged student that looked like the lost love of his life but a student all the same. She had needed him to take care of her but he took advantage of her as soon as he saw Lily. The girl didn't have Lily's kind nature, she was her arrogant, lazy father's daughter after all, but as she seduced him she turned into her, alluring and awkward as she tried to seduce him. Just as he imagined Lily would be.

"Stop, Potter," he interrupted, he used her name to remind himself that she was not Lily Evans, "This was far from your fault."

"I forced myself on you!" she insisted in response, "I initiated everything!"

"Unwillingly. You could do nothing more, it was I who took advantage of you."

Harriet silenced for a few moments, he did have a point. Instead of acknowledging it she took another route.

"You used my mum's name. You used her name a lot," she breathed out, "I know I look like her but I still don't understand."

"You wouldn't understand," Snape sighed, "But you have the right to. I knew your mother since I was young."

"And you loved her?" Snape didn't need to confirm her suspicion, she already knew the answer, "And none of that happened because of an interest in, well, me?"

"No, Potter, nothing to do with you," Snape rose from his seat and pulled a vial from a shelf, "You're going to need to take this. Although the potion has worn off, it was made by students so precautions must be taken."

Harriet stepped forward to take the vial but quickly darted back, tipping the potion down her throat. Silence ensued. This was the answer she expected, the answer she prayed for but was it the answer she wanted? No girl wanted to lose their virginity to a man that was in love with her mother, even if they had little choice in the matter. It was another reminder that he was old enough to be her father and by the sound of things he almost could have been if not for James Potter. She tried to imagine herself with darker, greasy hair and shuddered. Not a pleasant thought.

"If you loved her so much, why are you so nasty to me if I look so much like her?" Harriet probed trying to make sense of things.

Snape frowned, again she was acting like her mother- child-like and curious- rather than the sour attitude he had become familiar with over the years.

"Except for the eyes you have-" Snape began.

"My father's eyes, yeah, yeah. That hardly detracts from my appearance now does it?"

"Your attitude certainly does," he snapped, back to being like her father, "And eyes are the gateway to the soul, your father almost lacked one of those."

"How dare you! He was a good man!"

"He was pompous and a fool, arrogance must be hereditary."

Through out their exchange the pair had edged closer together, squaring each other up. A comedic sight with a petite red head against the tall darkness of her professor facing off.

"You prick!" she stood on her toes attempting to gain height.

All it took was the fire in her eyes to set him off again. She was Lily in this moment, defending him from James, despite having his eyes. He brought his lips crashing down onto hers, holding her through her confusion until she kissed back, moving her hands to grip the front of his robes. If he couldn't have Lily, this was the best he could do. No matter how wrong it was, she was his, he refused to mess it up this time.

AN: Alright there you go. An ending. Wee. A twisted kind of ending but an ending all the same. Hopefully that was less anti-climatic than I thought it was. Reviews are nice, please and thank you.