Rose found a new aroma around her. It was a bit sweet, bit bitter. It melted away her pain as she took another whiff of it. But something was wrong. It became irritating and suffocating. She tried moving away from it but it grew stronger.

She snapped her eyes open and took a deep breath. She coughed, looking at a tall figure standing above her. "Thank goodness you are fine." Severus said in his velvety tone.

She eyed the bottle he was closing and understood what it could be. "What was that for?" she said, watching him keep it onto his table.

"I wasn't going to wake you really very kindly." With that, walked through the second door in the room.

Rose wasn't in her father's office for the first time. She simply amused by the way he kept things modest. A small lab, bookshelf, desk and two chairs was all the room had. There was no decoration on walls or anywhere except for a humble torch.

She got off the chair and struggled to stand straight. Her head was swimming; whether it was the earlier terror or that awful smell, she couldn't tell.

Slowly but steadily, she walked up to bookshelf to take a closer look at the books in it. All of them were about potion-making which were present in her room too. She used her years' time to study them carefully.

She thought about taking another at 'Advanced Potion-Making' when a voice startled her. "What do you think you are doing?"

Rose turned to see Severus back. He had a small bottle in his hand. "Go and sit in my chair."

She dragged her feet across the distance and slumped back into black leather chair. She felt a headache build up in her temples.

"Drink it. You will feel better." He said, handing out the potion to her. She was no mood to argue with him and tipped it into her mouth. Her head stopped pounding instantly.

"What happened over there?" she asked, seeing her father settling into another chair he pulled closer to her's.

"I never thought you were a dunderhead to believe a boggart can kill you."

Rose's jaw dropped open but she closed it before Severus noticed. Voldemort is gone for good. There was no chance of him to come back.

"I was scared. I couldn't think."

"That's a bad excuse for not fighting back." He held out her wand which he gifted her a couple of hours ago.

"You are not afraid of him, are you?" she probed, snatching her new wand back, wondering if had to happen on her birthday.

"I only feel like laughing at him. And sometimes anger."

"Because he killed your love-"

"He killed your mother." He snapped at her, probably the first time. Rose sank into chair, watching Severus close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. Awkward silence settled between them, until elder one broke it.

"That memory was painful. I didn't want to remember that time. I kept it away from me. But I didn't do that to my Lily's memories. They were reminder why Dark Lord must be stopped. I have neither of them."

"Where are they?" She was feeling empathetic for her father and wished to help him and herself out of it.

"Your mother's memory is in the topmost shelf. Potter has his mother's memories." He pointed at the farthest wall where a full length bookshelf was standing.

Rose got off and walked upto the shelf. Shifting a few books, she pulled down a dusty flask. "Can I-"

"Your wish." He cut in.

She peered at the silver liquid in the bottle. It hardly amused to know how her father reacted to her mother's death. She was more interested in destroying it.

She opened it and placed it on his desk. Keeping her back at Severus, she pointed her wand on her temple. Her head felt lighter when she pulled the memories out of her mind and into the bottle.

She took a few steps back and glanced at the wizard. He was still not noticing her. She pointed her wand at the bottle and mumbled something under her breath.

Crash.

Severus opened his eyes, shocked, just to see silvery liquid stain half of his desk and stone floor around it. It started steaming and evaporated moments later. He turned towards Rose, who was grinning at his shocked expression.

"What-did-you-just-do-now?" he asked, spelling each word clearly.

"Gone, all of them. Nothing to bother you. Nothing to bother me." She told cheerfully. "And thanks for this." She added, waving her wand.

Severus blinked twice at his daughter and smiled. She was old enough to take her own decisions and he wasn't going to object for that. "I am happy you liked your first wand."

"How did you convince Mr. Ollivander to give one?"

"Long story."

"Tell me." Interest gleaming in her eyes.

Severus would have snapped back at any other person. But he made an exception for his daughter.