Still don't own Harry Potter, and here's the second of five chapters to reward you all for the week long wait on me while I worked on college.

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September-November 1991

"Harry Potter!" Minerva called out, and Snape prayed to every deity that he wasn't in Slytherin – he'd have killed him if he were.

Snape thanked said deities later as he was put into the house of the lions – he was Minerva's problem now, and thank Merlin! He, too, ignored Snape the first day, but Snape learned from his mistakes. This time, Snape started quizzing him and drilling him, knowing he wouldn't have any idea of any of the answers. The shame and humiliation on his face was priceless. He was the last to leave, trying to show Snape the notes, but Daisy had raced in and hugged Snape fiercely before her classmates got there.

"I ran straight here!" she bragged, "History was awful, how did you stay awake in his class, Professor?"

"I managed," Snape said vaguely. "Potter, out with you, or it's detention!"

He glared before leaving with tears in his eyes. Daisy looked between him and Snape and then put her hands on her hips.

"You gave him detention for the same thing you did me, didn't you?" she asked.

"No, I quizzed him," Snape corrected with a sneer, "which he failed."

"You're terrible!" she yelled, and he chuckled.

"I try," he said vaguely before beginning to set up the classroom for the next class.

O.o.O.o.O

"Troll in the dungeon!" Quirrel yelled as he ran into the Great Hall. "I thought you ought to know…"

Most of the students were screaming as they realized what had been said, and it was Dumbledore who restored calm. Daisy immediately saw through Quirrel's plot, and raced towards Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape!" she called, and he swerved to her. "Quirrel's going somewhere else!"

He nodded before racing to the third floor corridor. Daisy raced alongside most of the Professors, but stopped when she smelled the troll.

"Dare," she heard someone whisper, and looked to find an older version of herself. "Get the teachers; tell them you've seen me. Let them know that Quirrel is a traitor. Tell them that he kidnaps you at the end of the year."

"Does he?" she asked, and the older version nodded.

"If not for Professor Snape having you in detention almost every day," she said gravely, and the younger Daisy paled. "Trust me on this; he helps you with your spells. Well, and a couple snogging sessions, but that's beside the point."

Daisy paled before racing to tell the teachers what her older version of herself had been told, and they frowned and scoffed at her. She was sorrowed to find that even Professor Dumbledore hadn't taken her seriously. In a fit of angry tears, she screamed at them that there was a basilisk in the school that would be let loose the next year, and that a prisoner would break out of Azkaban the next one just before a year with a TriWizard tournament.

Snape wasn't there at the time, so he could hear her angry rant, and she ran off to the astronomy tower and stopped at the railing. She remained for a long while just before climbing over and remaining there for a while, looking out over the grounds. A stinging hex was shot at her back, and she was propelled forwards, with no thought for who they were or how they knew where she was. She tried to scream, but she had been silenced, and her heart clenched just before a vapor of black smoke swept and caught her, whisking her away with it. As it landed just inside Professor McGonagall's office through the window, Daisy saw that it was Professor Snape who had saved her life.

"What were you thinking?" he hissed, "Did you have a death wish?"

"No," she whimpered, "I was looking out over the grounds when someone shot a spell at me from behind."

He huffed before pulling her close to him and burying her face in his robes, with his chest rising and falling worriedly. He could tell it was only partway the truth and that she'd been crying (who wouldn't be after telling someone who knew she could project what her older projection had said) and that she was distraught. Her adrenaline was still racing however, so he used Minerva's fireplace to get back to his own office. He sent a message to Minerva through the Floo, telling her that Daisy would be staying on his couch for the night to help her get over what they'd done.

She huddled on the couch, and he sat next to her, running his hands through her hair and giving her a small cup of tea with a calming draught in it. She took a breath explaining where she'd been, what she'd done, and what she'd seen that night. After she finished, the Potions Master followed in suit, also hiding a few facts. However, she'd seen him limping, and so she knelt down and rolled his pants leg up.

"You honestly care enough to care for an injured Professor?" he asked appalled, and she nodded. "I suppose an apology is in order on behalf of the staff. You told them all that you could project your spirit over time, and yet they still deny what your older projections are telling you. I've seen them, so I know that you are telling the truth, but they – they will learn in time, most especially after the things that you've said will come true."

"Professor?"

"Hm?"

"What did this to you?" she asked as she bandaged his leg gently yet firmly.

"I'm afraid that is confidential to the staff only," he said sternly. "However, I can warn you that it has paws and Hagrid raised it."

"A Cerberus," she said, and he smirked. "It is, isn't it?"

"Yes, but again, this is confidential," he said firmly. "If word got out that I told you, I would lose my job, or worse."

The next day, things returned to normal, or somewhat. Quirrel stuttered more than normal, and had visibly cringed when Daisy had responded to his calling her name on the roll. Snape was protective as ever, in his own heartless kind of way during class, and Professor McGonagall was casting her wary glances. The other Professors went about as normal, as though nothing had happened, and Daisy was beginning to feel more isolated than ever.

Finally, one day in Potions, a Slytherin boy tripped her, and she fell willingly and her head was literally rammed onto the bench before landing on the floor with a sickening crack. Snape rushed forwards, putting his fingers to her jugular to check her pulse. When he found her heartbeat there, he put a couple fingers above her nose and mouth to find that she wasn't breathing.

In a panic, he began to perform CPR just after sending Poppy Pomfrey a patronus. He pressed his hands to her chest and began to do compressions extremely quickly, working furiously. The other students were wary, not understanding what he was doing. He summoned a small air pump to force air into her body, and put it over Daisy's mouth and nose. He used it a couple times before performing the compressions for another minute. He repeated this process until Poppy arrived five extremely long minutes later.

"What happened?" she asked as she saw him doing compressions. "Fumes are obviously not it."

"She was tripped," one Gryffindor said bravely, "Her head hit something…"

"The bench then the floor," Snape said curtly before Poppy flicked her wand at the small twelve year old girl.

"Oh, Holy Hufflepuff," Poppy said shocked, "Severus, I don't know how you forced her to stay breathing, but you've just saved her life! Keep at it, I've got to go get healers from St. Mungo's to transport her – I am afraid that this is out of my league!"

Snape said nothing as he continued, and the other students carefully and quietly put their potions on his desk. Luckily, Daisy's hadn't been vanished, and it was one of the two Weasley twins (Snape was never sure which was which) that bottled hers up for her and put it on his desk.

Three healers rushed in alongside Madame Pomfrey as she returned, and they immediately set to work on the tiny Gryffindor. The other students stared as the adults flicked their wands at a cork and turned it into a portkey that they took back to the hospital. He knew he'd probably just done something really stupid in front of Death Eater children, but it had been worth it.

"I don't get it, Professor," one snake said coldly. "Why'd you save that Mudblood's life?"

"Do not say that word in front of me," Snape snapped. "There are a number of reasons. One, I would lose my job if I didn't save her life. Two, I would go to Azkaban for the same reason. Three, as a professor, I am sworn to protecting all students from death as best I can, regardless of house ties. Four, she is a half-blood, and very powerful. Five, even if none of the above punishments were there, both the headmaster and Professor McGonagall would kill me if I stood and did nothing while one of their precious lion cubs died. And Six, wouldn't you want Professor McGonagall or someone else to do the same for you if you were dying?"

"Yes, sir," he said humbled. "Sorry."

"If I find out whoever tripped her, I shall make sure that this person is at least given an extremely strict warning for nearly killing one of their fellow students. Now get out."

"But, sir-!" one Slytherin protested.

"OUT!" he roared, and the students fled from his classroom fearfully.

Even the Slytherins hadn't seen him this angry, and it terrified them. Instead of going to dinner like he normally would, he instead settles for pacing nervously and angrily in his office. He had known exactly who had done it, but had no bloody proof since he couldn't use Veritaserum. Unless…

He beamed at his idea, snarling and sneering at the same time while beginning to write something that he knew the students couldn't resist. Extra credit homework to whichever student could prove who had put their classmate's life in danger – yes, that would most certainly motivate them, he knew.

Oh, oh. I'd ask if you think that there will be permanent damage, but you'll just go on to the next chapter anyways. Anyhow, moving on!

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