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November 1993

"Miss Dare, my office," Snape snarled on Halloween, "You can forget about going to the feast."

"That's not fair!" one of the Gryffindor girls yelled, "She never does anything! If anything she tries to do better in Potions than any other class! why are you so hateful to us Gryffindors?!"

"Talking back? Detention, Miss Jolie, and don't you be at my office a minute later than seven tomorrow night!" Snape snapped before slamming the door to his office loudly with Daisy cowering inside.

"Greasy git," they heard some of the boys saying through the door, and Snape shook his head.

"Now, where were we?" he asked, pondering. "Ah, yes, your familiar. How did your wand become broken?"

"I-It was stolen," Daisy admitted quietly, "It was in its sheath one night under my pillow, and then the next morning it was gone."

Jade looked up to find her mistress and flew over and began singing softly to soothe her mistress.

"Stolen," Snape said, and she nodded. "Black?"

"I think so, sir," Daisy admitted, "But, sir, I don't understand why he chose my wand."

"He could have chosen any," Snape said calmly, "But I believe he chose yours because you are currently in possession of my owl."

"He-he did what? Why?" she asked confused, and Snape huffed.

"I hate that man," Snape said calmly, "One day you'll know the full story, but let me suffice and sum it up by telling you that he and Potter Sr. made my life a living hell while I was in school, alongside Peter Pettigrew and your current Defense Teacher."

"Who's a werewolf," Daisy said calmly, and Snape nodded with a smirk. "Ever since you set the essay, sir."

"Good girl, I expect nothing less of you," Snape sneered, "the other heads of Houses already know?"

"Yes, sir," she said calmly, "They've got me trying to use wand-less magic, but it's not working very well right now."

"It uses up far more magic than that of using a wand," Snape said calmly. "I don't believe you're strong enough this year. Now, why don't we pull out that chess set I bought you and play a few games?"

"I'd love to, sir," she beamed, and pulled her set out of her bag and began setting up. "Professors first."

"No, the saying is 'ladies first', and I intend to uphold to such," Snape smirked, and she blushed. "Dare I admit what is going on in my head every time you do that?"

She shook her head before ordering her first pawn to move. He decimated her in all three games, but she was learning quickly. Never once did she complain, even though he knew his victories were hurting her, but he was using the chess games to his advantage. With every game, he began teaching her new strategies to help her win, as well as life lessons that he had learned and was willing to share.

"Hey, guys," Daisy yawned as she finally got up to the Gryffindor tower. "What'd I miss this year?"

"Where were you and Snape?" Harry demanded, "you were both gone! Where were you?!"

"I got in trouble and he held me back for a long lecture about needing to grow up and act my age," she yawned again. "Why?"

"And you survived?" Ron asked appalled, "After listening to the Greasy Git for so long?"

"It was quite enjoyable," Daisy grinned, "I think he's becoming hard-pressed to find me a good enough punishment."

"Explain," Harry said crossing his arms, and she rolled her eyes. "Go on, enlighten us."

"Well, I'm quick at scrubbing cauldrons, and since that's similar to my previous home, he's not allowed to do that," she said calmly, "I enjoy learning how to prepare new Potions Ingredients and make new potions, so those two options are out. I love helping to organize his stores so I can see what each Potion looks like, so that's another option gone. I'm a quick essay writer, so that's probably not going to happen anytime soon. Need I continue?"

"No," the third years said in unison, as Dean, Seamus, and Neville had approached, as well as Ginny. "You okay?"

"I feel fine, if not tired," Daisy yawned. "Night you guys."

They stared after her as she went to bed that night. She lay in bed pondering and meditating about her animagus form when a large black dog arrived. She looked at it before turning back to her meditating.

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O

"Don't you move a muscle, or I'll slit your throat," a male snarled in her ear quietly a week later. She immediately knew what was going on: a kidnapping by Sirius Black.

"Daisy?" Hermione asked as she got up to go to the bathroom, and Black swore quietly before shifting back into his dog form that he'd been holding up for so long.

"Yeah?" Daisy asked quietly, "What's up?"

"I was told to check up on you," Hermione said, "She said you were in danger."

"Mrs. Snape?" Daisy asked, and Hermione nodded. "Right. Thanks."

The black dog raised its hackles at the sound of the words "Mrs. Snape", his anger kindled against the sour Potions Master. Black and Snape hated each other, everyone in their generation knew, and it was no question for them as to why Snape hated Black. Black hated Snape simply for being a Slytherin while he was a Gryffindor, and it was a good enough excuse for him.

"No problem," Hermione said blinking, "She said your wand was gone."

"Stolen," Daisy nodded. "I think Black did it."

"No surprise," Hermione shuddered. "First he attacks the Fat Lady, then Ron – now what?"

"Dunno," Daisy shuddered, "For once, I don't have a clue."

"Night," Hermione said before going back to her dorms.

"Do the world a favor, and get rid of Snivellous' wife," Black snarled in her ear, "And if you don't, I'll kill both you and her myself."

Daisy nodded fearfully and silently, knowing that in order to do that, she'd be killing herself. the next day, just after dinner, she went to Snape's office and knocked on the door fearfully. She entered with his permission, and hesitantly began twisting her hair with her hands in fear.

"Black," he said calmly, and she nodded. "Are you sure?"

"He called you Snivellous, sir," she said hesitantly, and he visibly bristled. "He-he wanted me to get rid of someone."

"Who?" he asked, immediately alert.

"Two, actually, sir," she said quietly, "Peter Pettigrew and-and- and well, me."

"Projection," he said calmly, "A projection saved your life, didn't she?"

"She warned Hermione that I was in danger, Hermione called her Mrs. Snape," Daisy cringed, "But-but I'm thinking it was-was just a cover, sir."

"We must never try to understand the future," Snape said calmly, "That's one of the reasons I hate prophecies. Let the future come, and only fear what your future selves tell you directly."

"Yes, sir," she said as her stomach began twisting into further knots. "S-sir? How would one go on to become an animagus?"

"That is a question for Professor McGonagall," he said calmly, "I'm sure she'll understand if you ask her and explain your reasons. Probably much better than that bastard Black's reason."

"And-and Professor Lupin?" Daisy asked, and he blinked. "Sir-sir I'm scared. I keep getting this feeling that something bad is about to happen…"

"Life is full of hills and valleys, and loathe as I am to say this, we must accept both and take them in stride," he said calmly, "Now, let's get to the feast before Potter jumps to the wrong conclusion again."

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