it's Christmas! Anyways, this chapter explains Daisy's powers. She has to explain it to him because even he doesn't know about it. She's not the only one with the powers, don't worry, and I'll try to keep this as far from Mary-Sue as possible.

To Kaidiii - Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

And on that note, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

December 1990

She stared as the dream shifted again. This time, Professor Snape was wearing nothing but boxer shorts to begin with, staring at the mirror in disgust. To Daisy's astonishment, there were scars all over his body, not a few from his own household issues. She could see that some were the cause of magical means, while others were clearly muggle means, which she could only assume meant a violent household. She also saw that there was a wide array of them, with some being small loops connecting into what she swore was a chain.

"Feeling sentimental?" she asked, and he glared at her.

"Oh, it's you," he spat, "you'll be happy to know I did as you suggested. Now what?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "I only know that you told me that you would make sure that no student in any house goes through what you did as a student."

"Well, I'm the Potions Master," he said at last, "But the smell that I smell in Amortentia – it's so-wrong. It's not Lily at all. It's not her, but-it's someone else. I can't figure it out."

"You will someday," she promised, "It's probably somewhere in both of our futures."

"How are you doing this?" he asked, and she smiled.

"That's a secret that I'll tell you when I'm your student," she promised before he looked at her.

"How old are you?" he asked, and tilted his head.

"I'm a student at Hogwarts," she replied warily with a frown. "Why?"

"Then I feel no guilt in doing this," he said striding to her and putting his lips on hers.

She gasped in shock, and felt immediately through his kiss all the longing and loneliness that he'd held pent up for so very long. She also felt it coming from his groin as he leaned back and sat on the edge of his bed, sitting her in his lap carefully, and she forced herself not to touch his hair. Out of impulse, on some insane urge, she pushed against his lips, and immediately felt a spark of life come into her future Potions Master's body. She was held closer to him and he kissed her more urgently, moaning in pleasure as he did so.

"I look forward to having you as a seventh year student," he gasped as he broke away at last to give her some room and let her breathe. "Things will be most interesting, and a lot better for the both of us, I promise."

She was jerked back to her present Christmas by his setting her down on the floor and she rolled off onto the floor from the transfigured bed. She heard footsteps immediately and looked at her Potions Master. Her heart began racing in light of the dream, and he looked into her eyes with confusion.

"Do you remember?" she asked, and he tilted his head. "That day, when you were drunk and trying to figure out what to do with your life now that your friend was dead, or that time that you were in front of a mirror trying to figure out how being a Potions Master worked into…"

"Impossible," he breathed, "You-How did you know about that? How?!"

"It's a power I inherited from my mom," she said getting up. "We can project ourselves into the past and communicate. By the way, you looked pretty weird in boxer shorts."

He paled before flushing. She cringed and held her arms up before he jerked them aside and planted his lips on hers. She relaxed, and curled up against him.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you," he murmured, "Day in and day out, hoping that the witch who kept showing up in my past would somehow find me and rescue me from my own living hell."

"Well, here I am," she admitted sheepishly. "Probably not what you were expecting, was it?"

"No," he admitted, "Did you know that you saved my life those two times that you mentioned?"

"No," she said startled, "And what was with-never mind, it's probably some adult thing."

"Ah, with that last memory," he said sheepishly, and she nodded. "Yes, yes it is a very adult thing, and I admit I should have had a little more control with you that day."

"Um, that boy, James, and the girl, Lily," she said sheepishly, and his gaze turned colder than ice. "They-they're Lily and James Potter, aren't they? The ones from the Yule Ball who vanished your clothes."

"Yes," he scowled, "Then you probably know."

"You're a Death Eater spy," she murmured, and he nodded. "My lips are sealed."

"Then allow me to permanently seal them," he chuckled darkly before kissing her. He broke away and considered. "This is so wrong."

"True, but who's going to know?" she asked, and he looked down at her. "What? You said so yourself that I have some Slytherin in me. This is that Slytherin coming out. I mean, I am in the presence of the king of snakes."

"Half-Blood Prince," Snape corrected. "King of Snakes is the Dark Lord."

"Volde-!"

"Don't say it," he hissed, "You warned me at a later age that his name will become a taboo so feared that even Potter won't say his name because it will destroy protection spells and summon a mass of Death Eaters."

"Oh," she said dumbfounded. "Sir?"

"Hm?"

"I-Can I touch your hair?" she asked sheepishly and he blinked in shock. "Please?"

"Fine," he conceded, and she gently reached up to run her fingers through it.

"So silky," she marveled, "What shampoo do you use?"

"What makes you think I wash it?" he snorted, "Everyone else thinks I don't."

"I'm not them," she told him, "And besides, I've gotten a visit from my future self as well, you know."

"Oh? Saying what?" he asked, pulling up a chair.

"That I end up marrying a Slytherin," she said matter-of-factly, "Who was nearly killed in a war by You-know-who himself. Or rather, his familiar."

"I pity the fool," Snape shuddered before turning to look at the tree. "Bloody hell!"

"Wow!" Daisy half-yelled in shock. "All that for you?!"

"I highly doubt that," he scowled, and went over in three strides. "You've got some as well. Speaking of which, are there any other projectors in the school?"

"Of course! We can usually spot each other fairly quickly, if you just look hard enough. There's one in Slytherin that's a seventh year male, there's five in Ravenclaw, six in Hufflepuff, and another four older ones in Gryffindor. Not that they know I am one."

"Which students?"

"I don't know their names, sir," she admitted. "But the ones who can usually spot the others are usually the ones who are looking for those of their lineage. But I'm a half-blood, even though my cousin isn't a projector for some reason."

"It's genetic," Snape verified, and Daisy nodded. "Your cousin…?"

"Angelina Johnson. I hate this, this feeling of never belonging because of my powers," Daisy said bitterly as tears sprung to her eyes. "But when I was able to pinpoint the other projectors, I felt as though I'd finally found a way that I can be almost normal. I didn't know how, but all I knew was that they were special just like I was in a different way from most of the other students."

"If this is the best you can produce, Minerva, I may just start pitying Potter next year if he's not a miniature of his father. Oh wait, he's a Potter, of course he will be," Snape said to himself, and Daisy looked up at him before clinging to him as though he were the father figure that she had so desperately needed her whole life. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"The rumors about projectors becoming attached to someone during their projections who will act as a person or figure that the projector needs most," Snape said, and Daisy frowned and furrowed her brow confused.

"I don't know. I just woke my powers up last night. With luck everything will get explained to me by an older version of myself someday," she said in a voice so faint that Snape could have sworn that she was merely a small voice in the back of his mind.

Aww, a little bit of fluff! I couldn't resist, I'm sorry!

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