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December 1993-January 1994

"Damn it!" Black yelled angrily as he woke up and saw that Daisy was gone. "Damn that bitch to hell!"

"And what bitch would that be?" an older Daisy snarled angrily, and he wheeled around to her. "Yes, you dumbass, I tricked you with projection. By the way, Mrs. Snape is non-existent while you're still alive, just so you know."

"I knew it!" Black yelled, "That Greasy Git never marries!"

"Oh, he marries," Daisy said calmly, "Just not with you and everyone else in the Gryffindor House trying to kill his spouse. No, you'll be rotting when he gets married."

"To you," he snarled, and she nodded. "How-who are you?"

"The same one you kidnapped and just escaped from you," she said calmly, "Only eighteen."

"I should kill you right now," he snarled, "I should kill you right now!"

"He ends up dying, you know," she said calmly, "Pettigrew. You owe me a life debt for not revealing where you are right now. And you'd best be happy I'm in the Hospital Wing under a dreamless sleep potion – both now and in 1998 – or I'd be revealing your location to Dumbledore and what you're really after, and of course the fact that you're an illegal animagus and all that."

"You," he snarled, "You really are in love with Snivellous aren't you?!"

"Call my fiancée that again and I'll kill you in the Ministry of Magic," she snarled, "Or, I could – and am very tempted – to turn you in and let you suffer by a Dementor's hand."

Sirius paled before snapping her wand angrily. She smiled and held up a second one, one that had been from the phoenix that she owned. He flushed with rage, shoving the wand back into her sheath and transforming into a dog to leave it on the doorstep of the three broomsticks. The elder Daisy projection sighed before whooshing off into Snape's private quarters. He was pacing angrily, and it was still Christmas.

"I promised you I wouldn't willingly leave you alone on Christmas," she said calmly and he whirled around to face her. "I intend to uphold to that promise. Want me to go have Poppy bring me down here to recover? Let her know that with me in your quarters that I'm safe from harm?"

"Yes," he admitted, and she whooshed off to the hospital wing.

The younger Daisy felt a stir of motion as she was jostled a bit as she was put onto a stretcher. She was carried down in the dark to Snape's quarters where Poppy stared at the portrait of Slytherin. She was let in by Snape, who had transfigured the couch into a four poster bed. She stared before taking the young lioness and putting her on the bed and tucking her in.

"I'm sure you don't need instructions," she said calmly as she handed him the potions he'd need. "Blood levels are low, if she feels faint then let her take one. I'll be back at mealtimes to check on her, and she also had severe malnutrition and has multiple cracks and fractures on her skull, so let her rest for a few more days."

Snape nodded before Poppy left and he went to sit on his arm chair. It didn't feel as comfortable as it did before, and he felt guilty for taking Daisy away from Poppy. He looked at his presents with indifference and sent them off to a different area of the room before flicking out the lights with a nox spell as he went to his room.

It was at noon on his birthday that Daisy finally woke up, albeit very confused. She looked at the presents and then at her surroundings before seeing Snape copying things from one Potions book to another for who knew why.

"Hi," she rasped, and he looked up to make eye contact with her. "Black?"

"Missing," he said as he put the quill in the inkwell and pushed away from the desk. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts," she rasped after taking a long drink of water.

"Yes, a fractured skull will do that to you," he said dryly, and she smiled. "Quite an ironic animagus form you have."

"Hm?"

"You were kidnapped by a dog and that is what your form is," he said calmly, "The headmaster has said that you will be staying in my quarters since there's a bounty on both of our heads because of Black and he is more of a threat to the Gryffindor tower."

"Jade," she rasped, and the Phoenix flew over to her. "Thanks."

"Yes, she sent me a note from you, only from your future projection," he said calmly, "you've done extremely well."

She said nothing but drank a long time from the bottle of pumpkin juice he had. When she finally topped it off she looked up to find that Snape was wetting a rag and she flinched as he went forward towards her. He hesitated for less than a second before gently placing the damp rag on her forehead before placing an ice pack on it.

"Thank you," she said at last, "I'm starting to feel better already."

"You'll have a migraine for a while yet I'm afraid," he said calmly as he handed her a nutrient potion and a pain relief potion. "He starved you and gave you numerous concussions. It's a miracle you're alive."

"I would have given up except I knew that you needed me," she admitted, and he tilted his head with a raised eyebrow. "You probably haven't seen me since I saw you in your boxers, but-but something's telling me that I end up saving your life again in the future with level two projection." He tilted his head, so she added, "Projecting something or someone alongside you is the second level."

"Are there more levels?" he asked, and she nodded.

"The third level is where you project into the future, and I think I'm starting to wake that one up first since it was how I tricked Black," she said considerately, "the fourth level is when you can project while awake or begin to control when and where you project to after you've started projecting. The fifth level is where you can project multiple people alongside you – that one requires them to all be asleep, though and it's hard. The sixth and final level is when you can go beyond the years that you were alive and into a past century, but few projectors actually get that strong."

"Impressive," Snape said calmly, "How difficult is it usually to awaken the next level?"

"Well, the first one is always just after the witch or wizard just begins to harness their magic," she explained, "The second level is next, and in life-threatening situations another one can be used accidentally. The second level is usually at about thirteen or fourteen, so I'm not sure why I haven't opened that one up yet. The third level is tricky to manage, so it usually comes at about the ages of sixteen or seventeen, with the levels higher than that differing with everyone since those require personal training over prolonged periods of time."

"Well, I'm glad you awoke your third level this week," he said calmly, "It's been very quiet and lonely without you. As a matter of fact, even the Weasley twins have dulled down a good ways with you gone."

"You're kidding!" she said warily, and he shook his head. "You really missed me? Are you sure?"

"As sure as I am that I'm a Slytherin," he said calmly, and the smile that spread across her face was worth every second of his privacy being invaded.

Okay, I know Snape is OOC and my character is getting a little Mary-Sue, but please let me explain. The projection thing was my idea, and I also tweaked it so that the projector not only goes to save their spouse in times of dire need, but also their younger selves should something life-threatening be about to occur or something that causes an immense amount of stress (both of which occur in the cave) occur.

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