Still don't own Harry Potter.

July-August 1992

"Professor Snape!" Daisy beamed as she ran down the road after her Potions Master, who was turning around to face her. "They said yes!"

"Hm? Oh," he realized as he saw her packed school trunk and the extremely large backpack that she was carrying, "They'll let you leave?"

"Permanently, they said!" she beamed, "But they said I had a week to pack all my things, so I packed everything all day long yesterday and ignored their orders and screaming so I could hurry up and see you today!"

"Did you grab all your textbooks?" he asked, and she nodded.

"I left behind most of my Muggle attire to do it, but I tried to cram it all in," she said holding out her large backpack. "I was under the impression you cast an extension charm on one of the two?"

"Yes, your trunk," he said calmly, "It would only work if you were packing to leave your house for good, though. However did you manage?"

"They screamed that I had nowhere to go, so I screamed that I'd rather die than live with them any longer," she shrugged, "Which is true. I was also kind of hoping you could help me out…"

"Ah, permission slip?" he asked, "I'm not your guardian."

"No, but I tricked my dad," she said calmly, "You see, I told him it was a paper that relinquished guardianship of me to anyone of his choice."

"Did he specify?" Snape asked, and she nodded.

"He wanted the man who sent the howler to be my guardian," she said calmly, and Snape's eyes widened in shock, "Turns out, dad didn't hate me as much as he let on. he just hated my powers that I had because of mom. I told him that this was a final request from me, and he signed it, telling me that if I ever received something that needed a guardian's permission, to let him know where I was, if I was still alive, and that he'd find me."

"So, he only hated you because you were a witch?" Snape asked, and she nodded, but her eyes were sorrowful. "there's more."

"He said that if I ever sent him anything to do with magic again, he'd kill me. he said that even though he was my father, he was happy that my mother was gone and that he was free to-to starve me whenever he wanted."

"If I ever get my hands on his neck," Snape snarled but shook his head. "But I digress! This is very good news, and I know just the place you can go to."

"Your house isn't safe for me," she said, and he nodded. "Okay, so a place down the road?"

"Correct, and a very bright witch you are," he smirked, "And much better behaved than that know-it-all Granger."

"Thank you, sir!" she beamed, "so, what are we going to do this year with the basilisk on the loose?"

"Hm? Ah, another premonition?" he asked, and she nodded. "Well, let's see… don't go anywhere without a mirror, that's for sure. But, if things go from bad to worse and if the Board of Governors steps in, you need to be extremely careful, and don't break a single rule."

"Sir, what about studying? I know I'm really far behind, but how am I supposed to study over the summer?" she asked confused and he smirked. "Uh-oh, I see a loophole."

"Yes, as long as an adult is in the same building as you, then you may practice since you are in their jurisdiction," Snape said calmly, "It is highly advised against to give the pure-bloods such an advantage, but I'm sure the Ministry will understand your dilemma."

"So, what you're saying is that with you watching over me, I can catch back up?" she asked, and he nodded. "Yes! No more failing and sitting in with the first years!"

"Enough, little cub," he said as he walked up his driveway. "Come, get inside and we'll work on Professor Flitwick's class first, and then McGonagall's. Herbology will have to wait until a later date when we have a greenhouse available."

Over the course of the month and a half until her trip to Diagon Alley, she stayed with a neighbor of Snape's named Agatha and she caught up with all her schoolwork at Snape's house while he watched and ensured nothing went wrong. With her Defensive Spells he was able to tell where she was going wrong and was very easily able to guide her through the proper way to do the spells. She was just thinking that he would make a wonderful teacher when an owl tapped at his window.

"Doesn't miss a thing, that man," Snape said calmly, "This part's for you."

"Oh, no!" she wailed, "I have no money for books!"

"Nonsense," Snape scoffed, "As long as I go to your parents, they'll have no choice but to give you the money or get hexed."

"What do you mean?" she asked, and he went to look at the list. "Who's our new teacher?"

"Ugh, if it's who I think it is, then I'm probably going to kill him before the end of the year if you don't hold me back," Snape snarled. "These books are not cheap – he's probably just doing this for more publicity, the fool! Doesn't he know that job's cursed?!"

"But you want it," she protested, and he looked at her. "I think you'd make a wonderful Defense teacher!"

"Thank you," he said gruffly, "But the headmaster insists upon waiting until something vital comes along that I'm the only one left. Come, I feel in the mood to terrorize your parents."

She smiled before grabbing her school bag and dashing out after him as he grabbed his wand and put a sneer so terrifying on his face that she knew her parents would cave without a second thought. As they reached her old home, a large dog snarled from the front yard, and Snape glared at it so coldly it cringed and ran away with its tail between its legs.

"Dare!" he yelled as he pounded on the door. "Open up!"

"What?" Daisy's stepmother snapped as she opened the door. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"Your proper duty," Snape snarled, and the woman took a step back. "Your daughter's list for her school books is in, and as her parents, it's your duty to pay for them."

"Forget it," she snapped before he put his foot in the doorway. "Go away!"

"No, or do I need to remind you of the red letter I sent you?" Snape snarled, and she paled and took a step back. "Yes, the one that was loud enough to blow out your eardrums, I did that on purpose."

"How much?" she asked, and he tilted his head. "How much money are the books?"

"They're rather expensive this year, but in your money," he considered, "I'd gather it's about one and a half thousand pounds."

"Damn you, girl!" she snarled before realizing who was there. "Fine! Here, take it!"

She thrust a wad of cash into Snape's hand, who held it out for Daisy to take and count. She counted it fearfully to find that it was actually three thousand pounds that had been given to them. She nodded before Snape sent one final sneer at the woman and hissed out a very dark promise that he would be back at the same time the next year for the same reason. He led her to an empty park and held out his hand. She handed him the money and he stuck the wad in his pocket before holding it out again. She took it tightly and he apparated her to Diagon Alley.

So, she's out. I figured that I was tired of writing about abuse after abuse after abuse. So, I gave myself a change of pace.

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