Everyone in the Wizarding World had known about the tragedy that rocked Godric's Hollow that fateful Halloween night. James and Lily Potter had been murdered by Lord Voldemort and, so it appeared, had their one year old daughter Layken Potter. The only survivors being the Potter's remaining children, Harry and Sebastian Potter. But all was not as it seemed. Layken, had in fact survived the attack and was discovered by none other than Professor Severus Snape.

Apparating to the Potter's house, Snape found ruins. James was lying dead at the bottom of the stairs and as he made his way further into the house, he was heartbroken to see Lily lying lifeless at the foot of the cribs. Too taken by the sight that greeted him, Snape was oblivious to the child lying in the crib until she let out an almighty shriek and startled the poor professor. Lifting the girl from the crib, he searched for some semblance of her identity, finding a baby book with her name etched on the spine.

"Layken." Snape asked, the baby cooing and trying to pull his hair.

He knew he had to get her somewhere safe and decided that Dumbledore was his best option. Hearing someone coming up the stairs, he knew he didn't have much time and spun on his heels, disapparating, catching a glimpse of Sirius Black as he went. Landing in Dumbledore's office, Snape found him sitting at his desk.

"Professor, she's alive." Snape said as he handed Dumbledore the bundle in his arms. "He was there. Black was there."

"I knew he would come." Dumbledore said.

"Where will she be placed?" Snape asked.

"She will be placed accordingly." Dumbledore said, turning on his heel and exiting his office.

Snape took a seat to try and digest everything that had happened. He had first been informed that three of the five Potters were dead and he had now discovered this was untrue. Layken was alive and well. He now just wondered what Dumbledore had meant by accordingly.

Ten years later

Pulling the covers back, Layken crawled out of bed, getting ready for the day. She headed to bathroom, wincing at the sight that greeted her. For as long as she could remember, this was her life. She had always lived in the orphanage and she knew it would be a few years yet before she could leave.

"Layken!" John called. "There's a man here for you!"

John was the supervisor of the orphanage and Layken hated him. Pulling open the door, Layken headed downstairs and was greeted by a man wearing a long black cloak.

"Hello, Layken." The stranger said.

"Hi." Layken greeted shyly.

"Who are you and what is the meaning of this?" John questioned.

"I am Professor Severus Snape and I am here to take Layken to school." He said.

"School? What school?" John asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He said, before turning to Layken. "You're a witch, Layken."

Layken's face lit up.

"She will not be going. I am having none of this." John said, going to close the door, the man putting his foot in the door.

"She will be going and that is final. Go and pack your things." He said.

Not waiting any longer, Layken took off upstairs. Throwing her trunk on the bed, she bundled everything she owned into it and sat on it to close it. Dragging it off of the bed, she didn't waste any time in getting back down the stairs.

"Are you ready to go?" Snape asked, ignoring John's shouts.

"Yes." She meekly replied.

"Right, let's go." Snape said, extending his arm to the young girl.

"Where do you think you're going?!" John fumed.

With a flick of his wrist, Snape shut the door in the man's face and Layken giggled. Layken was ecstatic to be leaving the orphanage behind and was looking forward to whatever was to come.