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It hadn't yet happened. As much as he wished it would, he knew he could no longer deny it. Her second birthday was on the upcoming Tuesday. She had less than a week left.

As Severus looked down upon the slumbering girl, he pondered. It was frustrating, constantly stressing over something that should come naturally to her. Her brother seemed to have no problem with his magic, constantly showing it to the Dursleys, according to Miverva. And her mother was a greatly talented witch, who had no trouble with her magic at all, and her father…

He pursed his lips and sighed. He just couldn't understand it. Why things had turned out the way they did. Perhaps if she was given to someone else's care, or if she was with her brother, she would have shown her magical capability by now.

But she hadn't.

Or perhaps she did and someone missed it. She did it when someone's back was turned or they were distracted. However, that was highly implausible. Pretty much all the people who looked after her were observant, and even if they weren't, young, undeveloped magic was easy to detect. It was always a big event. Such as a cookie floating in mid-air or a glass disappearing or even a random fire starting on a person's robe. No, they couldn't have missed it.

Eventually, Snape would have to come to accept the fact that Bella just didn't have magic abilities. He didn't want to give up though. He wanted to deny it. But it soon became impossible.

Dumbledore signed the official papers, later that Wednesday. And Snape being Isabella's guardian, begrudgingly signed as well, and they were sent off to the Ministry.

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Time passed, and with time came growing.

Severus saw Bella growing up in front of his eyes with each passing day, and he saw her become more and more similar to her mother. Her eyes somehow seemed to have gotten to be a more vibrant green since her toddler years, and she had developed freckles along the bridge of her nose, that became more pronounced when she spent time in the sun. She had two little dimples on sides of her mouth when she smiled and she had very fair pale complexion. Just like Lily.

Unfortunately, her vibrant red hair colour was fading. It was now turning into more of an auburn colour in her childhood. It seemed that Potter's dark brown hair was making a slight appearance, and dulling down Lily's red.

Bella grew to be a quiet child. Then again, living with Severus Snape, amongst other reserved adults probably helped with that. She spent most of her time looking at picture books about magical creatures and plants or quidditch. But her utmost favourite book- to have read to her- was The Tales of Beedle and Bard. She was working up to reading that, herself. She was getting quite good for her age.

She never really interacted with kids her own age. Being in the castle most of time, there weren't any around. And when she was around some she was far too shy to try and interact, or even say 'hello'. When Bella went with Hagrid down to a park near Hogmead, she had –according to Hagrid- nearly fainted when a little boy came up to her asking if she wanted to join in a game of tag. After he'd calmed her down enough so she could speak again, she was, supposedly, beet red for the rest of the day, blushing.

Her social skills would need work. In that respect, she conveyed far more of Severus than she did of Lily.

From what information Snape had heard of Bella's twin, they were complete opposites. Harry was born with his father's hair, complexion and even the same eyesight. The only thing that was same the on both of them were their eyes. And it wasn't only appearance that was different. Personality wise, Harry was far more outspoken and extroverted. With McGonagall watching over him, and Dumbledore checking in on occasion Harry was growing along alright with the Dursleys. If they ever needed to be 'reprimanded', however, a howler was sent to the house by Minerva and all was settled.

Bella and Harry knew of each other, though not by much more than some pictures. Dumbledore and McGonagall spoke of Harry to Isabella often and Harry was written letters about her (and read them to him by the Dursleys). But not much else really happened between them. Both were living their lives content and happy for the moment. However a few years into the future and they would both be anxious to meet one another.

Bella and Harry were growing up separately, in two different worlds, raised by two completely different sets of people, and turning out to be totally different from one another.

But it is seen, about a month after the two turned six, just how much the twins were connected.

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A short scream. That's all Snape heard before he took off darting toward Bella's room. When he reached her door, he roughly twisted the doorknob and yanked the door open.

He'd just put her bed, and had settled in at his desk to grade some fifth year potion papers, when he heard her scream.

He looked around the room for a source of danger to the six year old, when his eyes finally settled on her. Bella was in the far left corner of her room, silently crying, and holding her right knee.

He strode over to her and knelt down, to look her in the eye.

"Bella, what's wrong?"

She looked up at him with glistening, tear filled eyes, frantic. "My knee hurts!"

Snape glanced at her knee, and carefully removed her hands, that were holding it. When her hands were moved they revealed nothing. Her knee was fine. Not a scratch, cut, bruise –nothing.

He looked back at her. "What happened?"

She was starting to calm down. The sharp pain she had felt was slowly edging away. "I don't know. I didn't do anything! I was trying to sleep, then my knee just started hurting and I don't know why!"

Severus was confused. He couldn't explain it either, and that troubled him. "Is it still hurting?"

Bella shook her head gently and sniffled. So, Snape picked up off the floor and placed her down in bed. He went over to her night stand and handed her a Kleenex, by which she dried her eyes.

"Do you think you can sleep, now?"

Bella paused. "What if it happens again?"

"Then I'll be right here."

Eventually, after a bit more coaxing she lay down and drifted off, and Severus was left to wonder. What had happened? After a half hour or so of sitting with a slumbering Bella, he went off in search of the Headmaster.

When he found him, Dumbledore was in the Astronomy tower, overlooking the school grounds.

"Good evening, Severus. What brings you here?"

He turned to Snape. "A strange occurrence."

Dumbledore looked over his spectacles to him. And as he explained the short event, Dumbledore began to muse.

"And you say there was no evidence of harm whatsoever?"

"None."

As he pondered, Albus thought of something. It seemed to him, unlikely but worth looking into. He went down to the Owlery, and grabbed a spare piece of parchment from within his robe's pocket. He took out his wand, and wrote what was needed with it, as he didn't have a quill on him. Snape overlooked his shoulder to see what he was writing, until Dumbledore gave it to the owl and sent it on its way.

"Do you truly think that this is possible? I've only ever heard of it hypothetically."

"Something you should always remember, Severus." He watched as the owl flew off toward the Dursleys. "Anything is possible."

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Six year old Bella was sitting in Dumbledore's office watching Fawkes glide around the room. She loved Fawkes. He was pretty, and had very pretty coloured feathers. She liked it when he flew really close to her and she felt his tail sweep by her head. It tickled. When he reached his perch she went back to looking at the pretty picture book she had gotten from Hagrid as a birthday gift. It was about magical creatures! She really liked the unicorns, they looked so cute!

Dumbledore was up, searching through one of his many bookshelves, for a book of registered teachers. He was in need of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, again. It was getting to be a tiresome thing having to constantly rehire for that position, almost every year.

He was in the middle of the bookshelf when he heard Isabella speak softly.

"Dumbledore, what is the flower doing?"

He pivoted to see Isabella looking intently at a Stargazer Lily, he had on his desk in a glass vase. He had acquired it when he was outside roaming the grounds last week.

Its beautiful petals had begun to close together slightly and it was drooping over the side of the vase. The Lily's vibrant colouring was fading and the edges of the leaves had shrivelled a bit.

He looked to Isabella and responded.

"Well, it would appear as though it is dying."

Bella furrowed her brows, and gazed upon the flower. Dying? She moved closer to the flower to examine it more intently, her book forgotten behind her, on the big chair behind Dumbledore's desk.

"What is dying?"

Albus shifted his gaze from the registry book, down to her.

"Well, dying is a hard thing to explain Isabella. But I suppose… dying is an ending." He tried to think of something he could relate it to, so that she could understand, better. He peered down on the book in his hands.

"It's kind of like the ending of a book."

Bella looked back to her picture book in the chair.

"Life is like the story, and eventually all stories must come to an end. And in a way, that is what dying is like."

She turned back to the flower.

"…It looks sad."

Dumbledore placed the book back on the shelf and slowly started walking down the stairs.

"Death can be sad. But it eventually happens to all things."

She looked up to him. "All things?"

He nodded softly to her. She peered back at the Lily, and contemplated. If it happed to all things, did that mean that she would eventually die? What about Severus?

Albus could see that she was in deep thought. She wouldn't truly understand the reproductions of death until she was older. And even then, it would probably be hard for her understand. It was difficult for anyone to understand why people died, and why things had to come to an eventual end, but it was part of life.

"But what if I don't want the flower to die?"

She now had her head on top of her hands on his desk, studying the Lily.

"There are some things, Isabella that we cannot control."

She appeared saddened by this. "Not even with magic?"

The Headmaster alleged quietly. "…No. Not even with magic."

A deep silence fell over the room. Dumbledore looked over Bella as her transfixed, discouraged gaze stayed on the passing Lily. As the silence went on he felt a change in the room's atmosphere. Like a spark. Like a match being lit in the darkest of rooms.

As he wondered what it was, his eyes dwelled on the young girl, until he spotted it.

The Lily, drooping and shrivelled, was lifting. It's beautiful, vibrant colour was seeping back into the petals, and it was reopening like a newly formed, spring bud. It kept rising until it sat fully upright, petals open and brilliant looking as the day he saw it.

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Okay! So we have some things going on that will eventually be resolved, just not now. But I hope you guys liked it. So until next time!