Severus was shaking with how furious he was about what he saw. Dumbledore promised him the girl would be safe outside of Hogwarts. The blood wards mean nothing if she is at risk of death from the Dursleys. Snape had to speak to Dumbledore now.

“Ahh, Severus, my boy, how are things?”

“Did you know about Potter being abused at home?”

Albus was taken back by what Severus just asked. “So, you saw something during occlumency, did you?”

“You KNEW about this, Albus? You promised me she would be safe!”

“The blood wards, my boy -” Severus cut him off, “No Albus, I could have created wards in a safer place for her! She’s my daughter! She was supposed to stay safe!”

Albus felt a twinge of guilt up his spine. “Then what do you suggest we do?” Albus was genuinely curious for an answer from Severus. 

“Send her to Black, she will be safe at order headquarters.”

“You want to send her to the man that almost killed you?” Dumbledore replied.

“Black is a bad person, but he won’t hurt her. Please, Albus.” Severus was pleading, forgetting how angered he was to have Potter view his worst memory.

“Very well, my boy. I will speak to Sirius about taking Miss. Potter this summer.”

Flora didn’t stop running until she was safe in her common room. Still crying and grasping for air, she ran up to her bed after noticing Ron and Hermione waiting for her. She was in no state to speak, let alone relive what just happened with Snape.

Flora woke up the next morning refusing to go down to breakfast. The last thing she wanted to do was run into Snape. She contemplated even drawing the curtains on her bed to reveal to Hermione she was awake. After a half hour of hearing girls walking in and out of the room, it was finally quiet. Everyone must be at breakfast now. I can stay in here for a few hours and skip potions. Flora worked on her assignments for Mr. Binns in that time. She made her way down to her second class of the day, transfiguration in due time and took a seat.

“Flora! You skipped class; you’re going to be huge trouble!” She heard Hermione shout from behind her which startled her. “What happened last night…in your remedial potions lesson? Hermione was trying to be discreet, but it just made Flora even more upset.

“Nothing, not anything I can tell you here, anyway. We can go somewhere private at lunch to talk.” Flora whispered at Hermione giving her looks that they were being listened to.

“You attacked a teacher! Again!” Hermione yelled at Flora like she was being punished. She exchanged looks with Ron, rolling their eyes.

“Serves him right, that bloody bloke. He knew he was seeing something he shouldn’t have.” Ron stated plainly.

“Im sorry, I really don’t know how it happened! I just raised my wand, and it happened. I didn’t even say any sort of spell. Just kind of thought of one, you know?” Flora went on, “And the worst part is, I saw a horrible memory of his. I cannot tell you what I saw, but it involved my father and Sirius. I know I shouldn’t have missed class, but I don’t know what he was going to say or use my past against me.”

“But why would he when you have dirt on him too? I really would have loved to see you two go at it, humiliate him.” Ron jokingly spoke.

Stop it, Ronald! Look, Flora, you can’t avoid him forever. Why don’t you go speak to him tomorrow and get your wand back?”

Flora turned away, knowing Hermione was right.

Severus was waiting outside of the great hall at dinner watching for Potter to show up. How dare she miss class and her meals... she better come down to eat something today. Watching the students pass by he spotted Potter.

“Well well, Miss Potter. You’re still here I see. I wasn’t sure as you missed class today.” Snape looked down at the girl who was refusing to make eye contact. “That will be detention, Potter, after dinner.” Trying to figure her out, he walked away into the hall.

“Great, just great. Detention with the person I never want to see again.” Flora complained as the trio walked to their spot at the table.

“At least you have a chance to get your wand back tonight, before our Hogsmeade trip tomorrow.” Hermione expressed to Flora, nudging her arm. The trio went about their dinner, Flora hardly looking up from her plate.

This is ridiculous, just knock on the door. Its not that hard. Flora feeling hesitant about this detention. Before she could bring herself to knock, the door swung open. Snape moved aside and said nothing. Once inside Flora just stood there, in a mild panic, before Snape had to tell her to sit. He sat across from her at his desk and stared her down with those black eyes.

“Potter, do you want to explain to me what happened last night. What it was that I saw?” Snape asked in his suspecting tone.

“Nothing, sir.” She couldn’t look him in the eye, she knew he could tell she was lying.

“Are there more memories like what I saw?” He asked in a sullen tone.

Flora paused, not sure what to say. Giving in, she replied in a conceding tone, “yes.”

“Then why not tell the headmaster about your relatives?” Snape tried his best not to sound too harsh.

“Because, he’s done enough for me, and I don’t need pity!” She regained some power in her speech. “And if you’re wondering why I wasn’t in class it's because I was afraid you would use what you now know to bully me. Your Slytherins would have loved every bit of it.”

Snape looked at her with an unreadable expression. “Why would I do that?”

“You seem to bully a lot of students, its not above you to target Gryffindors’.” Flora sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, still unable to hold eye contact.

“Why would I expose you like that when you know a dark memory of mine?” Snape countered back.

“Because you know I wouldn’t share that, I’m NOT you.” Flora said that with such disgust she had to look up and see Snapes reaction. But he didn’t react. He sat there a moment, just looking at her, like he was trying to read her.

“It was a commendable job of you breaking into my mind. You even used a nonverbal spell to do it. Those aren’t learned until 7th year.”

Flora was puzzled. He just complimented her, and explained how she broke into his mind. She had no idea she held that kind of power to use a nonverbal spell without ever being taught – let alone knowing what they were. “I – I did? I mean, I don’t know how I did it. Probably couldn’t do it again if you asked me.”

“You need not learn more now about nonverbal spells, Potter.” Snape got up from his desk, walked over to a drawer and pulled out a small box. He opened the box, my wand, she thought to herself.

Without saying a word, he held out the wand for Flora to take. She took the wand from him and put it in her cloak. “I shall see you in class Monday, Potter, or you will really have a detention.” Snape dismissed Flora from his office. She left with a feeling of relief.