She had awoken when Severus went to relieve himself. He wasn't allowed entry in her room until the healers were finished evaluating her. Severus waited patiently outside the door, wishing they would hurry. He needed to see Lily. When the healers emerged, they informed him that the Lily was in a poor condition. Not only was she malnourished, Lily had no memory of who she was, or where she was from.

Severus was concern for Lily. He didn't want her there in her state of mind. What if one of the other patients hurt her? Or worse, a healer tried to take advantage of her. The only logic thing left for him to do was keep her with him. It would bring peace to his mind to know that she was safe.

Many years ago, Severus had secretly purchase a humble cottage in the country side. No one knew of his cottage, not even Dumbledore. It was his place alone, where he lives during the summer. He didn't live in Spinner's End like everyone thought. He would only go there every once in a while to make people believe he did.

Before Lily was schedule to arrive, Severus tidied up his cottage and prepared the guest room, which he had used as storage for his potions. He put all of his potions and ingredients away in a room he had build under the cottage.

When he brought Lily home with him, she timidly followed close beside him and kept her head low. "This is your room." he told her, opening the door for her to see.

Lily cautiously stepped forward, her eyes danced around the room. He had bought all necessity items that she may need. There was a bed, a nightstand, and a chair against the wall. The room was painted white with hardwood floors. There were no other decorations or color because he was afraid she wouldn't like them.

"If you need anything tell me. I'll get them for you."

Lily nodded, her eyes on the floor.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

Lily nodded again.

"Come, I'll show you the kitchen. Let's find you something to eat." he said, offering her his hand.

Lily stared at his hand as if it was a foreign object and slowly took it. Severus wanted to tell her that it was all right. She needn't fear him. He meant no harm to her but was afraid she wouldn't believe his words. He decided to win her trust by behaving gentle and handling her with careful measures. She was a lost creature, easily frightened. If he pushed her too hard he might frightened her to the point where she'd run away. That was something he would not let happen. A fragile girl like her would not survive this cruel world.

When they reached the kitchen Severus sat her down on a chair next to a table and opened the cupboards. His hands moved with excitement, turning on the stove and preparing supper. Seeing barely much, he mentally scold himself for not remembering to purchase some food for her to eat. There was a Muggle Village a few miles away. Although he didn't want to leave her alone, he knew he could Apparate there and back with a hot meal for her within seconds.

"What would you like to eat, Lily?" Severus asked. He watched Lily expectantly waiting her answer.

Lily glanced around the room as if searching for someone. When her gaze found Severus it rested there. "Lily?" she repeated, confusion clouded her face.

Severus opened and closed his mouth. He stared at Lily. No, not Lily. That's right, she was not Lily. She merely resembled Lily. The girl had blonde hair and her eyes... She had violet eyes that glittered as if they were mocking him with the truth. She was not Lily. He should not call her Lily. Severus's breathing became shallow as this realization don on him. It hurts to be unable to call her Lily, yet hurts much more to name her Lily. If not Lily then what should he call her?

While Severus was busy searching for anything edible for her to eat, it occurred to him that she didn't have a name. The healers at the hospital had listed her name as Jane Doe. It was something he should have corrected if he knew her real name. He was very tempted to name her Lily, but that would not do. She was not Lily. She was...she was...Violet. Yes, Violet. It was the perfect name for her. It fitted her eyes.

"Violet," he tested the name.

The girl didn't respond. She merely sat perfectly still on the chair beside the small table, looking at nothing in particular. She picked at the meal of peas and mash potatoes he had made her and ate very little.

"Shall I call you, Violet?" he asked.

The girl turned her head as if realizing that he was there for the first time.

"Violet?" repeated the girl in a small voice.

Severus was overjoyed that she finally spoke to him. For a while there he thought she was deaf. "Yes, your name is Violet."

The girl lowered her gaze back on the table.

"Violet," she said with a bit of delight in her voice.

"Eat more, Violet. You are very thin." He observed, and then another thought occurred to him, "You don't like it do you? I..I'll find you something else." He grabbed the plate from her. It slipped from his fingers and crashed on the floor, breaking into pieces. Violet screamed upon hearing the loud noise and covered her ears.

Severus pulled her into his arms. "Violet, don't worry it's nothing." His wand appeared in his hand and he waved the mess away.

Severus carried Violet to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. She was hysterical, hands pressed tightly over her ears, trembling with fright. He quickly went to the storage under the cottage to retrieve a vial containing the Draught of Peace. It would relieve her anxiety and agitation. Just a drop would do. One drop seemed sufficient enough. She relaxed and fell asleep.

Severus went to the chair that was against the wall and sat down. He wanted to be close, make sure she slept through the night without trouble.

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It was nearly midnight at Malfoy Manor. Lord Voldemort was in the drawing room, waiting impatiently for his guest to arrive. It was not time yet but he was anxious to see her as was his pet snake, Nagini. Nagini lay on the floor, hissing. Voldemort silence her with a sharp look.

"She's here..." he announced.

The large wooden doors opened to reveal a figure shrouded in darkness by a large black cloak. The door instantly shut closed after the figure stepped into the room. Long blonde hair fell over the figure's shoulders as she lowered her hood. Sparkling blue eyes met Voldemort's gaze, and then lowered to her ankle where Nagini had coiled herself around.

"You've summoned me?"

Voldemort closed the distance between them, wanting to be near her. "I have an assignment for you. A wayward guest of mine had lost her way to the manor. Find her. Bring her to here." He produced a photograph from thin air and handed it to her.

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I admit my take on Snape is a little bit creepy. Okay a lot. But I think this turned out very well. Much better than I hoped for. I hope you like it too.