Author's note: In case you've forgotten, Lucianna's and Severus's nicknames for each other were Raven and Prince. Now you know why and how Snape got the nickname Half-blood Prince.

Chapter 19: Forgotten Memories

Jason was silent for a moment. "If you're a Snape, then why did you change your name?" he asked. "I don't get it."

I sighed. "It's… complicated. I can show you better than I can explain it. Come with me, please." I led Jason to my office and got out the pensieve.

"You have a pensieve?" Jason asked in amazement. "How did you get it?"

"This was originally Dumbledore's. Dumbledore had passed it on to Minerva, who in turn, passed it on to me." I explained. "Are you ready to look at my memories?"

Jason nodded, and we stuck our heads into the pensieve together.

The first memories I showed Jason were one of my parents' fights and when my brother and I gave each other nicknames. Those memories soon faded, and Jason and I were taken to the park near my old house at Spinner's End.

My nine-year-old self was in the woods near the swing set and was sneaking up on my brother, Severus, who was stared out at the playground behind some bushes.

"What are you doing?" My nine-year-old self hissed.

"Shh!" Severus hissed back, and dragged me a few feet farther into the woods. "I'm watching those girls at the playground."

"Why? They're muggles, aren't they?"

Severus shook his head. "No…. well, one of them is, but the other's a witch. She's muggleborn, Raven!"

"So?" I asked.

"So, I have to help her." Severus replied. "You know, explain to her who she is, and what she can do."

"Why do you even care?" I asked.

Severus frowned. "I want to be her friend."

"You can't be friends with her. " I protested.

"Why not?" Severus asked angrily.

"She's a muggleborn. Mummy won't like it." In truth, I was jealous that Severus wanted to be friends with anyone other than me. Wasn't I good enough for him?

Severus stared at me. "Mum married a muggle. She couldn't care less."

"Well, I do!" I said, and stormed off.

The memory faded, and a new one appeared. Severus and I were getting on the Hogwarts Express for the first time.

"Where are we going?" I asked Severus as we passed several empty seats.

"Well, I'm going to sit with Lily, but you can sit with us too, if you want. Lily won't mind." Severus answered.

I stopped. "No way!"

Severus stopped too, and turned to face me. "What do you have against Lily, anyway? She's really nice and smart and funny and -"

"She's a mudblood!" I interrupted.

"How dare you call her that! Besides, Father's a muggle and -"

"That's precisely why I don't like muggles or mudbloods!" I interrupted him a second time.

Finally, Severus couldn't take my words anymore. "I don't know you anymore, Lucianna." He whispered, and left the compartment.

By the time I had sat down alone, tears were flowing steadily down my face.

In the next memory, I was fifteen. I was sitting alone in the Slytherin common room, reading a book, when suddenly, the door flew open, and Severus came in. He looked as if he were about to cry.

"It didn't go so well with Lily, huh?" I asked.

Severus didn't say anything.

"What did I tell you Prince? You should have listened to me." I always knew that filthy mudblood would break your heart."

"I told you not to call her that!" Severus snapped. "That's what got me in trouble in the first place."

"But it's true, Sev -"

"Leave me alone!" Severus snarled, and he fled from the room.

"I'm going to make that Lily Evans pay, if it's the last thing I do!" I promised myself.

The memory faded. When it reappeared, I was outside the castle. I was searching furiously for a specific person, and I wouldn't stop until I found them. Finally, I spotted her.

"Evans!" I called.

A girl sitting alone on a bench looked up. She appeared to have been crying.

"What do you want?" Lily Evans sneered.

"I want you to apologize to my brother." I replied.

Lily glared at me. "Apologize for what? For being muggleborn? That's not something I can control."

"Apologize for hurting Severus. He's heartbroken because of you."

"Oh, and I'm not?" Lily snarled. "He called me 'mudblood.'. And to think he was my friend. I trusted him, and now he's… he's just like you." By the end of Lily's speech, she was in tears.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sev's changed. He used to be so nice and understanding. Now he's different. He's selfish, and snobby. He's almost as bad as James Potter. He's turning into an arrogant, pure-blood-like prat!" Lily was sobbing hysterically now, and many of the students were beginning to stare. One of those students just happened to be James Potter, and he ran over to us.

"What's wrong, Evans?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

Lily didn't answer. Suddenly, James noticed me still standing there. "What did you do to her?" he asked angrily.

"I did nothing." I snarled.

"Why can't you just leave her alone?" James snapped. "All of this is my fault, not Lily's, and not even Snivellus's."

Lily stopped sobbing for a moment and stared at him in amazement. A large crowd had gathered, yet no one knew what to say.

"James is right." Spoke up Mitchell Chang, a Ravenclaw in our year. "Severus did call Lily possibly the biggest insult known to the wizarding world. I witnessed it myself."

"Fine, I give up!" I exclaimed, and walked briskly away from my peers.

In the next memory, Serus and I were eighteen years old, and we had just graduated from Hogwarts. We were back at the house we had grown up in, packing the few possessions we had left there.

"Mulciber asked me to join the Dark Lord last week." Severus said completely out of nowhere.

"See, I told you he was up to no good!" I exclaimed. "Well, don't feel bad about losing him as a friend, Prince. He wasn't a very good one anyways."

Severus didn't reply. "You did decline his request, didn't you?" I asked with a frown.

Severus hesitated. "To say so would be a lie." He said softly.

"What?" I gasped. "How could you?"

"What other choice do I have?" Severus sighed. "The only future I have is with the Dark Lord."

"That's not true!" I exclaimed. "Of course you have a future."

Severus stared at me. "And what do you have in mind?"

I hesitated. "You could… teach at Hogwarts. I heard Professor Slughorn was thinking about retiring soon."

Severus shrugged. "Maybe I'll do both."

I sighed. "Prince, you do realize how horrible Voldemort is, don't you. You know I don't like muggles and mudbloods, but I still think killing them is wrong. What about Lily Evans? Would you kill her if Voldemort wanted her dead?"

"Raven, please… don't mention her name." Severus moaned.

"Sorry." I said softly. "I didn't mean to say that. But seriously, are you really going to join the death eaters?"

Severus sighed. "Yes."

I frowned. "Then I can no longer call you my brother."

We finished packing in silence. When I was finished, I gathered up my things and disapperated, not knowing if I would ever see my brother again.

From Spinner's End, the pensieve took Jason and me to the Ministry of Magic. In this memory, I was twenty-one, and was sitting in a waiting room, waiting to speak with a ministry official. While I waited, I reread the newspaper articles that had convinced me to change my name. The first was titled "Prophecy Made Predicting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's Downfall". The article was about a prophecy made about a boy born oat the end of July, 1980, who would be the cause of Voldemort's defeat. The article also included how Severus was believed to be the one to pass on the information to Voldemort, although he claimed to be under the Imperious curse. The staff of Hogwarts and I believed otherwise.

The second article was dated November 1st, 1981. It stated that Lily Evans, now Potter, and her husband James had been murdered by Voldemort the night before. Even thought I had despised Lily, I was angered by their deaths. What bothered me most was that the couple's one-year-old son, who had somehow survived the killing curse, was now an orphan, and would be forced to live with his muggle aunt and uncle. I was sure my brother had some part in this.

Suddenly, a ministry official came into the room. He looked at his appointment list and blinked twice in confusion.

"Lucianna Snape." He called. I got up from my chair and followed the man, ignoring the looks I received along the way. Those looks were another reason I felt the need to change my name. The ministry official led me into his office and shut the door behind us.

"You are here to change your surname, am I correct?" the ministry official asked.

"Yes."

The man fumbled through a filing cabinet until he found the document he had been looking for.

"Fill out this form please." He said.

Sighing, I grabbed the form, quill and ink. I filled out my first name, middle initial, former last name, birthdate, and other information. I had chosen the last name "Pasen" simply by rearranging the letters in my former name, "Snape". Later I found out Pasen meant "Easter" in a foreign language, though I couldn't remember which one, which made the name even better. I signed my name at the bottom of the form and made it official; I was now Lucianna Pasen.

In the final memory, I was sitting at my kitchen table in my small apartment in Diagon Alley. I was thirty-eight years old, and had just received a shocking letter. The pensieve zoomed in on the letter, making it readable.

Dear Ms. Lucianna Pasen,

I am sorry to inform you that your brother, Professor Severus Snape, has been killed by Voldemort in the recent Battle of Hogwarts on May 2nd, 1998. As you are his only living relative, it is up to you whether or not you wish to have a funeral for him. It is also up to you to decide where to bury him. If I do not receive a reply by May 7th, 1998, Professor Snape will be buried on Hogwarts grounds, as we here at the school believed he would have enjoyed. I grew to know Severus better over the years that we worked together, and he is not the man I'm sure you thought he was. Severus has changed so much for the better, and I do hope you come to say your final goodbyes.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I angrily tore up the letter and threw it into the fireplace. Then I collapsed on my couch and cried for nearly three hours, until I fell asleep.

Jason and I came out from the pensieve. There was no more left to see. I was surprised to once again find tears spilling down me cheeks. I feel into Jason arms and allowed him to rock me back and forth.

"I'm so sorry, Luci." Jason whispered. "Life has not been kind to you at all."

"I was ashamed of him." I sobbed. "But I still love him, really I do. I just hate the person he became."

"Shh, Luci, it's not your fault." Jason soothed. We stayed there for several hours, until I finally cried myself to sleep, wishing I could change the past.