November 27th 1989

"Mind if I join you?"

Lovelle looked up from her seat within the nearly vacant library to find Amaryllis standing before her.

"Of course," she gestured to the seat at her right, watching as her friend sat down moments after.

"What are you reading?" Rye inquired, pulling out a text of her own.

The raven-haired girl sighed, "Remember those bloodwards I told you about?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, I was thinking…since Harry and I share the same blood, why couldn't they be put up around Snape Manor? I mean, when our mum sacrificed herself, the ancient spell had been activated…and what from I've read it only works so long as Harry continues residing with someone who shares her blood. So, it should work with me just as it did with Petunia, right?" she finished, having been speaking at a rather fast pace. She was just so excited for having figured it all out and couldn't wait to share her findings with Minerva, the headmaster, and her father.

"They should," Rye smiled at her, "you've finally got it all sorted, then?"

"It only took me a few months," lovelle pointed out, feeling proud, "but, yes."

"Great," the blonde complimented, "but could you hold off leaving for a moment?"

Halfway up from her chair already, she reluctantly sat back down. "Sure, what is it?"

"I was going to wait longer before telling you this…" Rye drifted off, her smile long gone as she spoke grimly.

"Tell me what?" Lovelle pried, wanting to know as her friend's tone was beginning to worry her.

"I should have actually told you sooner…" she almost inaudibly scolded herself.

"What is it, Rye?"

After taking a deep breath, she finally came out with it, "lovelle…your father is a deatheater."

…

It had taken quite some time for Miss Snape to understand the meaning of those who followed the Dark Lord. She couldn't believe she'd failed to notice the tattoo on her dad's left arm…it had to be there, so why hadn't she seen it?

And poor Amaryllis had been just as upset as she was. The young Malfoy girl had barely learnt of Lucius' status a week ago whilst she was home for her birthday. Accidentally overhearing a conversation between he and her mother had told her all that she needed (and did not want) to know.

"But it said he was destroyed," lovelle said, referring to one of the many books she had read about Voldemort. She'd been doing loads of research for Harry's sake ever since learning of the connection between the two wizards.

"You can't honestly believe that," Rye told her, "not after everything you've seen the headmaster do to ensure Harry's safety."

"I know that he'd come after my brother if given the chance," lovelle replied, "but I never thought it was very likely that he would actually return."

"Father would beg to differ," she frowned, displeased with said man. "He seemed confident enough…"

"Why don't you confront him about it?"

"Are you mental?"

"Excuse you?"

"Is that what you plan on doing? Are you seriously going to confront Severus about this?" Amaryllis put lovelle in her shoes for a bit.

"Why wouldn't I?" she argued, her frustration beginning to shine through. "He worked for the man who murdered my mum while trying to kill my brother!" She spoke loudly, but not to the point where anyone would hear.

"What if he didn't know that the-"

"You're defending him?" Lovelle cut off, livid.

"No," Rye stood from her seat as the opposite girl had already done the same, "I'm simply saying that maybe Severus didn't know that You-Know-Who would go after Harry or your-"

"Oh, shut it!" she was too upset to carry on with this conversation anymore. Lovelle stormed out from the library and made way towards the dungeons.

Ten Minutes Later

"So, he only told you about it?"

"That is how I knew to protect Mr. Potter, yes."

"He didn't only tell you, did he?" she questioned the man who had prevented her from going straight to the dungeons.

"Miss Snape, you must understand, he did not know that-"

"That Voldemort would go after my brother? Of course he knew!"

"I will agree, Severus has made his fair share of mistakes, but it does not do to indefinitely dwell upon them."

"You're saying that I should forget about what he did?"

"No, my dear, I am merely suggesting that you speak calmly with him on the matter. Listen to his explanation."

"And why should I do that?" she sincerely wished to know.

"Because he is your father," Albus replied simply, aware that the response would suffice.

Over an Hour Later

"You knew about the prophecy, but didn't know it meant mum?" Lovelle began, referring to what the headmaster had told her.

"I was not completely certain at the time, no."

"And you really don't work for him anymore? Not even as a spy?" she checked, even though Dumbledore had already given her this answer earlier.

"I have forfeited the title," Severus assured her. The two had been talking about this for the past hour. At first, the discussion was hardly pleasant. They had talked about everything from his past with Lily, to learning to accept Harry; and only now they had seemed to reach an understanding.

"Why?" Lovelle was genuinely curious.

"I would not have been able to care for you or Mr. Potter otherwise," he told her easily.

"You did it for us, then?" she had a hard time believing it.

"Indeed," the professor met her gaze, his eyes holding nothing but the truth. It was only then that his daughter accepted his honest words. She trusted him.

Lovelle sighed, "Alright."

"Alright?"

"I forgive you," she enlightened the potions master.

"I was unaware that I required your forgiveness," Severus retorted sarcastically.

"Well, you did," lovelle smirked, feeling at ease around her father again. "Oh, I almost forgot," she suddenly remembered everything she wanted to share about the research she'd been doing. "I found a solution for where Harry will be safest over the summer," she smiled, "remember the bloodwards, dad?"

…

A week later, lovelle could be found standing between the twins out on the quidditch pitch.

"Put your right hand over the broomstick," Madam Hooch commanded as she did every class, "and say up."

As the class chorused and brooms soared to student's hands, lovelle was not so fortunate. Instead of flying to her, the stupid thing took off in the opposite direction at full speed.

"I don't think it likes you," Fred taunted her.

"Hope you weren't planning on joining the team next year," George commented, unable to quit laughing.

"Ha-ha, very funny," lovelle rolled her eyes as this was nothing new. Not once had she been able to properly summon her broom. "But do you know what's even funnier?" she asked, snatching Fred's.

"Hey!" he tried taking it back, to no avail.

"That's what you get, Weasley!" she let him know, soaring high into the sky alongside her classmates.

"Sorry, Freddie," George grinned, leaving his brother alone on the field as he took off after lovelle.

"Oh, not to worry," he'd replied even though no one could hear. "I'll get both of you back," Fred smiled; a prank already on its way to being planned.

…

Two days later, lovelle was waiting for her brother to return from his lesson with Neville and Augusta when George came rushing up to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked concernedly. The redhead looked utterly flustered and out of breath.

Instead of saying anything, he kept pointing at his throat and a picture he'd drawn of some sort of animal.

"I don't understand…" her eyes then widened. "My voice!" she shrieked, barely having noticed the change.

"About time it set in," Fred strolled over casually. "You drank the pumpkin juice ages ago."

"What did you do?" Lovelle glared at him.

He couldn't be at all threatened by her, though, as the prank kept him laughing.

"What's wrong?" the eight year old had finally made his way back with Neville at his side.

"Nothing, Harry, its fine," she tried reassuring, not wanting to scare him off with her angry state.

"Then why do you sound like a chipmunk?" Neville inquired through fits of giggles. Everyone but lovelle and George were chuckling to no end.

"It isn't funny!" the two tried telling them, only to provoke even more laughter.

And it must've been of the contagious sort, for soon after even the duo couldn't help but join in.