Still don't own Harry Potter.

August 1998

"How did you find me?" Daisy breathed as they finally broke the embrace. "How did you know where I was hiding?"

"It wasn't that hard," he smirked as he began writing on a notepad with a pen Agatha had handed him, "You've always come here every summer after I threatened your parents. Now, if I recall correctly, I heard from a little birdie that you've got an Underground Railroad of sorts going with a man by the name of Fidelius."

"Ah," she grinned, "So it's over then?"

"Yes, the Emancipation Proclamation has been signed," he smirked as he wrote quickly, "And the confederates are sulking. I recall you saying something about Fidelius?"

"Yes, shall we go alert him?" she asked as she went to grab her cloak and wand sheath and wand.

He smirked and nodded as she put on her "battle armor". She went to him and they ran down the road back out towards the way of the train station.

She stopped as they reached a park, and she sat down on a bench and sighed. He sat next to her, confused, and she began explaining her elaborate scheme. There were eight houses that were under the Fidelius charms, each one with a dozen or so Muggle born witches or wizards inside of it. The secret keeper of the first house was inside the second house. The secret keeper of the second house was inside the third house. The secret keeper of the third house was inside the fourth house, and so on and so forth. And she herself was the secret keeper of the final and eighth house, with the caster of the charm being housed inside the first safe house.

"That is a very elaborate scheme," he marveled as he wrote his words in smoke, "However did you come up with it?"

"Believe it or not, Muggle history books from America," she admitted, "Back in the 1800's, slaves were fleeing their slave-masters and going to the northern states, where slavery was illegal. There were houses on the way there that they could rest in during the day that were run by anti-slavery white people, and it was this series of places that came to be called the Underground Railroad. My idea was based off of them, only with a magical twist to it."

"That's almost one hundred witches and wizards," he marveled as he did the math in the smoke that his wand was conjuring, "However did you manage it?"

"Actually, there was a safe house specifically for married couples," she admitted, "There are more than one hundred hidden."

"Do you realize how many lives you've saved?!" he demanded, standing up as he wrote quickly. "You're-you've got one hundred people who owe you their lives at the risk of your own! Do you realize what the Ministry of Magic will try to do once they get wind of what you've done?!"

"Kill me?" she feared, and he shook his head in awe. "But, but I spoke with a lot of the witches and wizards that I helped put into hiding, and they had also been secret keepers for other safe houses with other Muggle borns in them! There's at least twelve other safe houses with a dozen witches and wizards in them, and that's not including the ones that have secret keepers in them!"

"Do you realize how many hundreds of lives you've saved?" he asked in the smoke, and she shook her head. "Merlin, Daisy, you're a war heroine! You're a regular Joan of Arc!"

"Um, thanks?" she asked just before he apparated her to the final safe house. "Oh. Right."

"I'll wait here," he wrote calmly before transfiguring his robes to a dark green. "So they don't think I'm a Death Eater."

"Good idea," she blushed before opening the door. "Guys! The War's over!"

"Who won?" a witch in red asked with a child on each of her hips. "Who won?"

"Harry," she beamed and cast a powerful Sonorus charm, "Voldemort's gone, guys. You can come out of hiding now. Most of the Death Eaters have been rounded up. Snape was a spy for the light."

There were loud whoops for joy before they went to hug her and apparate away, some to other safe houses and others to their homes. She took Snape's hand and apparated him to the next safe house in line, where they repeated the process after hearing the address from one of the wizards. This process was repeated until finally everyone in all the safe houses was gone, and it was almost dark.

"Do you realize how many lives you've saved?" he wrote quietly, "so many witches and wizards owe you their lives…."

"We all owe you our lives as well, you know," she said calmly, "Harry never would have been able to fulfill his prophecy if it weren't for you."

He smiled before apparating her back to a road near Spinner's End. he led her back to his house, leading her in and showing her where he hid the spare key, and then he went off into the kitchen to cook some dinner for them.

"Severus!" he heard from the fireplace, "Severus Snape!"

He went over to the Floo and looked in to find Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Severus, is there a woman by the name of Daisy Elaina Dare at your house?" he asked, and snape jerked a thumb over his shoulder before tilting his head. "Ah, you still can't talk."

Snape nodded.

"Sorry old boy," Kingsley said, "May I come through?"

Snape stepped back and beckoned a welcome. The Minister of Magic was over in Spinner's End within moments, and he immediately began talking about how his office was suddenly being flooded with letters from family members from people who claimed that their cousins, siblings, spouses, and friends had all been in hiding and how Daisy's name kept coming up in all the letters.

"Yes, she took me to all the safe houses today to let them know the war was over," Snape wrote with his wand, "The looks on their faces was so relieved – but I never thought she could have set up eight safe houses with a dozen each!"

"So many!" Kingsley gasped, "Were any of them secret keepers of other safe houses?"

"Yes, at least two dozen," Snape wrote, "But I'm not sure how many were in those safe houses. Why?"

"I'm going to have a talk with the Board," he said shaking his head, "This many lives indebted to one young woman – the numbers are astounding! It's never been heard of before when they're at that age, except with Misters Potter and Weasley and Miss Granger!"

"Order of Merlin for her, I'm assuming you want?" snape wrote, and Kingsley nodded. "Have fun with that, just make sure Rita Skeeter goes to Azkaban."

"Oh?" Kingsley asked, and Snape piqued an eyebrow.

"She is an illegal animagus," he wrote, "A blue beetle. It's been how she keeps getting her dirt about all of the people at Hogwarts in the 1994-95 school year, and how she keeps getting dirt on all of us war heroes."

"Well, I'll be sure to get my hands on her," Kingsley snarled, "I look forward to bringing that little vermin to justice for what she's done to Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, and Albus!"

"If she writes one word about me, I'll kill her," Snape swore in blood red writing.

"And I won't stop you unless it's the killing curse," Kingsley promised, "That bitch is trouble!"

"Umbridge used a blood quill on students in the 1995-96 school year," Snape wrote, "Oh, and there are also a number of things wrong with Lockhart."

"Gilderoy?" Kingsley asked, and Snape nodded.

"Ask Potter what happened to him, he'll tell you," Snape promised, "Tell him I sent you. Oh, and try to keep me out of the papers for the next month – I'm going to try to settle down."

"and start a family?" Kingsley whispered, and Snape nodded. "Wow, good luck. With your reputation, I have no doubt that there won't be a problem."

"I've already got a witch in mind," Snape wrote and looked upstairs where Daisy was now taking a shower. "And she's already in my house."

"Daisy Dare?" Kingsley asked, and Snape nodded. "What brought that on?"

Snape smiled before pulling out a penseive and tapping his wand to his temple and bringing out an extremely long amount of memories. Kingsley watched as five more joined the first, and the two joined memory lake together.

What do you think brought it on? Well, it's a long and difficult story... But I'll try my best to bring back flashbacks as much as possible to explain!

BTW, Luna's a projector as well. Please review! Ideas are welcome and will be accredited to you!