I'm not familiar with these kinds of injuries, so I... well, you'll see. I still don't own Harry Potter nor any of the characters.

February 1992

Daisy had finally woken up from the blunt-force trauma to the head caused coma. She remembered nothing except Potions class, her Potions Master, and – strangely – all of her Defensive spells. All the other things were a blank for her. She blinked up at the medics, who were talking amongst themselves and arguing, completely ignoring her.

"No, we can't! She'll die!" one argued.

"She looks fine to me!" another spat back.

"I think we should let her parents decide," a third cut in.

"They don't care about her," a vaguely-familiar elderly witch said.

"No, but we do," a shrill squeak said.

"As the staff of Hogwarts, we're willing to raise her ourselves," another vaguely familiar witch's voice said.

"Or have you forgotten the diagnosis of hers?" she heard her Potions Master sneer, and her heart rate climbed.

"Holy Hufflepuff!" the second vaguely familiar voice said. "Do you think…?"

"It's possible, Pomona," an elderly male said. "Severus, start talking."

"What? Why me?" her Potions Master snapped, and her heart rate climbed again. "Albus, what are you getting at? What does my talking have to do with anything?"

"She hears us," the elderly wizard said, "and I believe that she remembers you."

There was silence except for the beeping of the heart respirator.

"I think she should stay here until she's fully recovered," she heard Quirrel stutter, and her heart rate climbed so high that the medics hurried over. "See?"

"Honestly, Quirinus, whose side are you on here?" Snape snapped, "You need to decide where your loyalties lie!"

"Yes, indeed," a female voice growled from behind them, and they swerved to see an older version of Daisy. "Yes, hello Professors. By the way, Quirrel, you'll end up dying on the path you're on now. And yes, I'm who you lot think I am."

"Daisy?" one witch, the elderly one asked in shock.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall, it's me," the witch said firmly. "By the way, my younger version, the one from this time, can hear us right now. I'd wake her, but if I recall correctly our Prince Charming's kiss ended up waking me up."

"What?" they asked, and she grinned. "Who?"

"Why, Prince Charming! You know, with all the legendary tales of lore! Cinderella, Snow White, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast – oh, wait, that's a reverse one. You get the idea, all the old princesses from the stories."

"So, who exactly is your Prince charming here?" the elderly wizard, Albus asked.

"The Half-Blood Prince of course!" she grinned maniacally. "You lot won't get to meet him until he actually whisks me away on a Thestral."

"You scare me," the tiny wizard squeaked.

"Why, thank you, Professor Flitwick," she smirked. "Oh, and Professor Sprout, don't be alarmed when you lose one of your badgers in the Spring of 1995."

"What?" the other witch, the younger one asked.

"Oh, and Headmaster Dumbledore – I recommend having someone investigate into my household a little further," the elder Daisy sneered. "As well as that of Potter's. I think you'll find them less than desirable."

"Visiting hours is over for groups," a witch said as the other healers left. "All but one has to leave now."

"I'll stay," Snape said calmly. "She seems to be the most relaxed when I'm around. Besides, we don't even know who she will and won't remember, or even if it's any one of us at all, let alone the spells, plants and potions we've been trying to teach her."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I agree with Severus," Professor McGonagall said calmly. "We'll take turns. I'll take first shift."

"Yes, then Fillius, Severus and Pomona in that order," Albus said calmly.

"Oh, and just to be sure – there is a male healer over her tonight," the older Chessie said smoothly as though she'd been lying her whole life. "Good luck."

They filed out, leaving a worried Professor McGonagall to watch first. At first she was silent, but then she went on to reveal a great number of things – including her regrets for not being a good enough head of house to be able to tell when her own lions were being abused or neglected at home. After that she went on to brag to Daisy about her grades, and then how she had competition in the form of Hermione Granger, a first year.

It was then Professor Flitwick's turn, which followed in suit, including his regrets about not believing her on Halloween and then ignoring her all those times she needed help or a listening ear. After he finished that, he went on to brag about Lily Evans Potter, Harry's mother, and how good she had been at Charms while she'd been in school. A clock struck two, and it was then Professor Snape's turn.

The clock struck three, and she heard Snape get up quietly, and felt his lips press to hers. She felt her heart begin racing, turning off the heart monitor, and her first reaction in four months was to kiss her Potions Professor back.

*gasp* a Professor and their twelve-year old student! How unthinkable! I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I couldn't help it, I'm sorry!

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