Title: Lions and Lambs

Pairings: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Rated: T

Disclaimer: Same as before. Not mine. All J.K. Rowling's. Except the plot where I get to mess with the character's minds. *Evil laughter*

Warnings: No warning beside this hasn't been Beta-d. Remember to tell me about mistakes and corrections and improvements.

Dedicated to: The guest who reviewed the first chapter. They told me that they couldn't really understand what was going to happen yet, so I decided to post this chapter! You all are loving me at the moment, right?

Chapter 1

5 years later…

Beep … Beep … Beep … Beep …

The rhythmic beeps of the monitor were the only noise in the hospital room.

Beep … Beep …

Harry sat next to the bad staring down at his sleeping daughter who looked so tiny in her hospital gown.

Beep … Beep … Beep …

Harry's thoughts wandered over the 5 years he had been living in the Muggle World. 5 years since the Final Battle. 5 years since the death and destruction. 5 years since the Letter arrived.

The first few months had been horrible for Harry, and he didn't really do anything during that time. He sat around grieving for the ones he had lost. He took the time to move past his guilt, but Harry found he didn't have the ability or the energy to move past it so he just shoved it aside. Eventually, though, he had snapped out of his own little reality, and he rejoined the rest of the world. He had gotten a job at a Muggle store to make money while he went to school to become a teacher. Harry had graduated the year before and he now had a job working at a nearby elementary school.

Harry's life took a turn for the better one day when he was walking past an orphanage on his way into town. All the kids were out playing in the sunshine. All except one. Harry spotted a little girl who was curled up against the building. Harry couldn't resist going over to the miserable looking child to see why she wasn't with the other kids. Another reason, though Harry denied it to everyone including himself that this was true, was that Harry saw himself in the child. Off to the side. Lonely.

When he reached the strawberry blond-haired girl, Harry knelt down next to her and asked her what her name was. Immediately two piercing blue eyes looked right at Harry, and the only thing he could think was how adorable this girl is with her heart shaped face, slight curls in her hair, and the wobbling bottom lip showing she could start crying at any moment. The girl opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Harry waited patiently and calmly, and eventually he heard a quiet voice say, "Mya Rose." The little girl didn't look up as she spoke.

"That's a very pretty name, Mya," Harry said softly, "My name is Harry Potter." The smile Harry gave her seemed to break the shell around Mya, and soon Harry knew he just had to adopt her. Within the next couple months the 4 year old girl was Harry's adopted daughter, and Harry couldn't have been happier. He had a job he liked, and he and Mya lived a nice life in their little town for another year.

Things went fine until a doctor discovered that Mya had a sever hole in her heart that they could not fix because of its position in the heart. Harry was devastated when the doctors told him Mya would probably only live a couple more months, a year at the most, before her heart gave out.

That's how Harry ended up here, in the hospital. Harry was beginning to accept that the Muggle doctors couldn't do anything to help Mya, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. Nothing short of himself being killed would keep him from finding a solution.

After Harry had left the Wizarding World, he had thought a lot about his Snape-being-alive hallucination, and he had begun to have a nagging suspicion that it wasn't a figment on his imagination. Harry got his confirmation when he was in Diagon Alley under disguise to retrieve some galleons from his Gringots account. He had peeked at a Daily Prophet over a man shoulder, and the front page news was about the infamous 'Snape trial'. According to the newspaper, Snape was found innocent because of proof that he was spying for the Light the whole time.

His thoughts about Snape soon brought his mind back to what was happening with his daughter and his plan to heal her. Harry just really hoped it worked.

At that moment, Harry caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. He jerked his head up to meet his now 5 year old daughter's beautiful blue eyes gazing up at him from their position on the hospital bed. "Hi, Daddy." said a small voice that warmed Harry's heart every time.

"Hi, princess. How are you feeling?" Harry asked worriedly, "Do you hurt anywhere?"

"No, Daddy. I want to go home. Can we go home now Daddy?" Mya looked so lost and scared in the full size bed.

"Of course, princess. As soon as the doctor comes in, we can go home." reassured Harry. 'Then I can start the plan to make you better'

No one would call their house a mansion, nor would then call it a shack, but that's exactly the way Harry liked it. He didn't like the huge housed because they just reminded him of him fame and fortune. The house he and Mya lived in was a little cottage that sat right between a park and the lake. Mya loved to go and play with her little friends both places. Harry loved the view of the sunset over the lake.

The cottage itself was a 2 bedroom house with plenty of room for the two of them. The walls were decorated with pictures of himself, Mya, Ron, Hermione, and there were even a couple of Sirius despite the painful memories. Mya's room was all pink. Harry had soon learned after he adopted Mya that she loved pink more than anything. That and tea parties. Harry prided himself in being an expert tea part player after having many lesson from his stubborn daughter.

Harry and Mya had returned immediately to their home after the doctors had released the girl. Toys were strewn across the house as Mya played while Harry packed some things they might need for their trip. He quickly threw some clothes for both of them, toothbrushes, and Mya's medication for her heart. Finally, they were set to go. Harry smiled as he picked up the small girl, knowing that they could very well be heading towards her cure. The apparated away, and when the suffocating journey was over, Harry looked up to see their last hope.

Hogwarts.