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June 1990

"Professor?" he heard Daisy said hesitantly as she entered his office at the end of her first year. "I just wanted to thank you for being my friend this year, and-and I wanted to know if you'd like to keep me as a friend next year."

"Of course," he said standing up. "You'll always be welcome in my office, so long as I'm not punishing another student at the time! By the way… I sent a howler to your parents. They should be behaving better now, but if not, try to find this address."

"Your home?" she asked, and he nodded. "You're just giving me your address?"

"I know I needed a place to escape to when my parents were arguing and raising hell," he said kindly, and she smiled and hugged him tightly around the middle. "Which reminds me, thank you for the Christmas present. Merlin knows I needed it."

"You're welcome sir," she smiled wider, "Thank you for yours."

"Perhaps we could both be spending a little more time in front of a mirror, yes?" he chuckled, and she laughed before clamping her hands over her mouth. "What? Is laughter forbidden for you?"

She nodded and looked to the floor.

"Well, when you're at my house, and in this school, disregard everything your father and stepfamily ever taught you," he said placing his hands on her shoulders. "When you are at my house, you will be treated as an equal."

"Thank you," she breathed and hugged him tightly. "Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Do you-do you think it's possible for you to love?" she asked, and he blinked.

"Yes, but it's been so long I've forgotten what it was like," he said softly. "I hope that one day I can eventually find some woman blind enough to marry me."

"I don't think they'll have to be blind," she said pulling away. "They just need to look for the man on the inside, not the outside. Not that I think you're ugly, because I really don't sir."

"Hn, what I thought," he smirked and ruffled her hair from where a Slytherin had shaved and trimmed it so badly that it was now an uneven mess. Not that he cared any, but he'd gone ahead and helped her fix it anyways.

"I'll miss you," she murmured, and he knelt down.

"And I you," he said just as quietly. "Now get going, you don't want to miss the train and be stuck here with a bunch of tottering old fools and a snarky Potions Master."

Her eyes widened before she darted off. He chuckled before recalling what a girl resembling her only with black hair instead of brown had said a month earlier.

What are you doing here, daddy? Where are we? And where is mommy?

He'd wanted to die in that moment, and stormed over to the small child before the child had vanished, with quite a few Gryffindors and Slytherins had gaped at him before he'd snapped at them angrily to get back to work. Not that it had worked anyways since they were all snickering about the mystery child.

"Daisy, I hope you know what you're doing," he murmured, "And I sincerely hope that someday you'll forgive me for being a bastard like I'll have to be to survive the war."

O.O.O.O.O

Daisy yawned on the train, inside a compartment with twin red-haired boys and Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff. She yawned a second time a few seconds later and fell fast asleep, her body projecting once more.

This time, she found herself sitting in a house, where a large drunk was beating a small naked boy while the mother watched on with a frown, her wand pointed cowardly at the man's back.

"Stop!" Daisy screamed, and the large drunk froze, his dog chain dangling dangerously. "You'll kill him!"

"That's the whole damn point, freak!" he yelled, "Who the hell're ye? Tellin' me what ter do in me own house? Hah! Yer a coward, ye are."

"Wingardirium Leviosa!" she yelled, and the chain went up into the air and began beating the man as she began moving her wand at lightning speed.

"Oh, ow!" he yelled, "What the hell're ye doing here? Get outten me house!"

"No!" Daisy yelled, jerking him so that he was facing her. She rammed her foot onto the man's groin before sending a major stinging hex at it that would make him be hurting there so badly for so long that he wouldn't be able to think straight. "Maybe that will teach you not to hurt your child!"

"Ye little bitch," he hissed angrily, "Ye'll get killed one day, mark me words…"

"Oh yeah? Well my time is after you're dead, so fuck off!" she snapped angrily as she darted forward to help the small child.

She gasped in horror as she saw the blood on the boy, and was even more shocked when she saw the tiny boy's face and hair. She recognized him, vaguely, but it was him, it was the one who would one day become her Potions Master.

"Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here someday," she promised to him, "Someday you'll be so big that your old man can't hurt you, and you'll have him writhing on the floor in pain, ready to kill him at a moment's notice if you wanted to."

She knew it was useless and he probably couldn't hear her, but she still worked Neosporin onto his wounds and stitched his deeper ones closed. He opened his eyes, and looked at her pleadingly.

"Lily," he gasped, "Lily!"

"Shh," she soothed, "I'm here. Don't worry about Lily none, I'm here."

"You little bitch!" she heard, and wheeled to find Tobias Snape storming towards her, anger and hate on his face. "I'll kill ye!"

"Relashio!" she yelled, and his chain went bounding up against his own face. "Take that!"

"I'll kill ye!" he repeated in a drunken stupor before she struggled to get the knife away from him.

In an instant, his face was contorted in pain, and she looked down to find that he had blood on his clothes, seeping from a place near his groin. She backed away, blood on her hands, and started screaming.

It was that scream that awoke her to the compartment in the car, and she stood up and prepared to fight in fear. She surveyed her surroundings, wide-eyed and pumped with adrenaline, and Cedric stood up.

"Daisy? Are you okay?" he asked, and she looked down at her hands.

"No," she gasped, "No! Blood, blood, so much blood!"

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about?" he asked, "Calm down, it's okay, there's no…blood…"

He gaped as blood became apparent on her hands, and his as well.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on?!" he yelled in panic, "What did you do?!"

"I don't know!" she yelled, "I was in a fight in my dream, and then there was blood, and-and now I'm a murderer!"

"Hey, hey, pipe down!" the twins shushed, "Do you want to get us in trouble?"

"Not that they don't do that on their own anyways," Cedric scowled, "But how does – oh, accidental magic. Guys, the spell is scourgify. Can you use that on our hands?"

"Scourgify," they said in unison, and the two sets of hands were soon spotless. "See? All…gone…"

"Aaah!" Daisy yelled in panic before fainting at how much more blood had appeared on her hands and in the compartment.

Why do you think there's so much blood? How do you think the trio will react? Snape? Well, you'll see...

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