I am so sorry that I haven't been on in a week! I'm so sorry! I've been bogged down by college work! I had this enormous project that was worth 10% of my final grade due today! But now that I have it done, I can finally update on all of my fanfics!

Again, I am so very sorry for making everyone wait, but I will make it up to you by posting extra chapters this time! Oh, and I still don't own Harry Potter nor any of the characters.

That same day

"What happened?" Snape demanded as they neared King's Cross. "Oh, god, Dare! Damn it, what happened?"

"We didn't do it, she was rattling off about some dream and the next thing we know there's blood everywhere!" the three boys said as they cringed on the chairs of their compartment.

Snape began casting diagnosis charms after another and checked her pulse.

"Thank god she's only fainted," he sighed, "It's probably just accidental magic."

"We tried cleaning it up with Scourgify, but it keeps getting worse every time," Cedric said scared of all the blood and his Professor, "What do we do?"

"Leave this compartment, and say a word to no one," he said firmly. "The blood will leave once you're out of range. This isn't the first time her dreams have become a reality through accidental magic."

And with that he apparated her back to Hogwarts, just outside the gates, and carried her to the Hospital Wing.

"Poppy!" he yelled, "Miss Dare had another episode!"

"Oh, that child!" the medi-witch yelled, "Honestly, did you figure out what-Dear Merlin, Severus, what on earth happened?!"

"What?" he asked before looking down to find both of them literally soaked and covered in blood, "Ah, that. The episode created it. She's fine if I'm correct from your diagnosis spells."

"What happened?" the other heads of houses and Dumbledore asked in unison as they flooded in.

"Great Godric, Severus, what have you done?!" Minerva screamed.

"Episode, not me," he said as he plopped the child onto a bed. As soon as he was out of range, the blood on him vanished. "See?"

"I don't even want to know what her dream was about this time," Poppy scowled, "Honestly!"

"Snape," Daisy gasped as her eyes opened out of nowhere. "Snape! Snape!"

"Right here," he said calmly, "What happened?"

"You-you-you-you-you-you," she gasped before looking at herself and screaming loudly. "Get it off! Get it off! No, I'm not Lady Macbeth! Get it off! GET IT OFF!"

The other heads of houses and Dumbledore covered their ears, but Snape was calm. He summoned a calming draught and forced it down her throat and crossed his arms as they waited for it to take effect on her. Finally, a few minutes later, she was calm.

"Now, care to tell us what you were screaming about?" Minerva asked gently but sternly.

"Your dad is an asshole!" she screamed as she pointed at Snape, and he blinked, "Do you realize what I had to do to that bastard?!"

He smiled before bursting into laughter and clapping slowly in delight.

"I remember that! You kicked his ass, yelled at my parents, ended up playing medical witch on me when I was five, and then got in a fight over a knife with him!" he laughed with tears coming to his eyes. "Oh, Salazar, I'd almost completely forgotten that one!"

"Severus, what are you talking about?" Pomona asked, "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"I'm a projector," Daisy said calmly, "I project back into the past when I'm asleep sometimes, and it makes itself manifest in my dreams. So far, I've saved him from humiliation, seen him drunk of his rocker, another time in his boxers – don't ask – and now ended up having to save his life."

"Oh, that was a happy day for me," Snape managed before wiping his eyes of the mirthful tears. "Did I ever tell you how much I enjoyed that show even though I was nothing but a mass of pain at the time?"

"No," she managed, "Are you okay?"

"Aside from the fact that you now know just how bad my childhood was, yes," he smirked, "You?"

"I think I'll manage," she said shakily. "That was creepy. Did your dad survive?"

"Sadly, he did," Snape said calmly, "But I got the last laugh on him when I saw an older version of you kick his ass again when I was seventeen and use a bunch of stinging and cutting hexes until he died of blood loss! Of course, I got the credit for that, and well – you know."

"I'm sure I'll figure that out when the time comes," she said throwing his words back at him. "I look forward to having a seventh year here together with you. Things will be very interesting."

"Cheeky brat," he snorted, "I should apparate you back onto the train right now."

"How long has this been going on?" Minerva asked, "How long have you been projecting?"

"Since Christmas Eve," she admitted, "It was quite interesting to see a teenage Professor Snape. It was quite endearing."

"Shut up," he snapped before storming out.

"Oh, I think she hit a nerve," Pomona laughed, "Something tells me you two will be perfect for each other."

"Oh, I know," she said like it was nothing, "I already received a visit from twenty-five year old version of myself telling me that I marry him and have his kids."

The adults stared in shock at her before she began laughing like a maniac and Professor McGonagall apparated her back onto the train with worry evident in her eyes.

Yes, she just said that. Of course, it could have been the shock coming out. Or the prank player in her. Either way... you'll see.

Please review and let me know what you think! and I am so very sorry for not updating sooner!