A/N: Thank you Hannah for reminding me this was still a story in progress, and specially thank you to Yue Sai, eternal vampire, and all the other followers and reviewers who had patient with me since the beginning .. I know I'm not the most regular writer and if I was a fan of myself I would probably send myself a lot of threatening notes.

All I can say is that I'm sorry for the delay (1 year... that's sad), and that I hope this ending doesn't disappoint anybody. I've tried to do my best after so long.

Enjoy ^_^

Betrayed

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Chapter 15

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THE END

Walking through the halls of the Mansion Manor, a sweet Scottish voice broke the silence of that quiet morning of May.

Can ye no hush your weeping

all the wee lambs are sleeping

Birdies are nestling nestling together

Dream Angus is hirpling oer the heather

After feeding her baby, Minerva was now trying to put Sarah to sleep again, but even she seemed to be feeling the tension around.

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell

Angus is here wi' dreams to sell

Hush ye my baby and sleep without fear

Dream Angus has brought you a dream my dear.

Suddenly, their peace was disturbed by some intruder in their bedroom, and Minerva didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She kept singing, ignoring the presence of the Dark Lord behind her.

List' to the curlew cryin'

Faintly the echos dyin'

Even the birdies and the beasties are sleepin'

But my bonny bairn is weepin' weepin'

And when Sarah finally closed her eyes and felt asleep, she left her down in her crib, lowering her voice to almost a whisper as she finished the lullaby.

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell

Angus is here wi' dreams to sell

Hush ye my baby and sleep without fear

Dream Angus has brought you a dream my dear.

"I told you I don't like you singing stupid songs to my heiress," he spoke.

"And I told you her name is Sarah and she is my daughter too, My Lord," she replied, unable to make those last two words not to sound funny on her lips.

He grabbed her neck with his large fingers and she suddenly found herself being elevated from the ground.

"I'd love to stay and teach you some manners, my dear," he said, "but the day of the prophecy has finally come," he let her on the ground and Minerva looked at him as she regained her breath, "I'll be back soon," he said his last words and he left, locking the door behind him and leaving Minerva wondering if he was actually talking serious.

Severus realized that was it when he was told about the immediate arrival of the Dark Lord to the school. That would be the final battle, the Potter's last chance to accomplish the prophecy.

As soon as he saw his Death Eaters colleagues apparating at the other side of the school magic shields, the thought of everything going wrong came to his mind. What would be of Minerva and Sarah if Lord Voldemort was to win the war? He had to help them escape before it was too late.

Minerva couldn't just stay there while the final battle was taking place in Hogwarts. After trying every wandless charm she knew to unlock the door in vain, she decided to climb down the window in her animagus form. Sarah was well asleep in her crib, so as soon as she was down, she would fight her way back up and take the baby with her.

She had just transfigured herself when the door was unlocked, and she feared the worst, thinking Voldemort was back victorious from his encounter with Potter.

Severus entered the room in a rush and looked for Minerva, but he could only see Sarah sleeping on her crib. Then he heard a soft meow and Minerva appeared before him wearing a long plain green dress that showed much more than any other clothes he'd ever seen her wearing.

They looked at each other, and without saying a word, Minerva jumped to Severus' arms having never felt so happy to see someone before.

"I'm so glad you are ok," he said.

"I missed you," she sobbed.

"We should go, Minerva," he said, "the final battle has come and whatever happens, I don't want you to be here when it ends."

"What about the guards downstairs?" she asked.

"We'll fight them," he said, taking an extra wand from his pocket and handing it to her.

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Severus went ahead and Minerva followed him with the baby on one arm and her wand on the other. They had arrived to the main floor without problems, but suddenly they were surprised by two big Death Eaters who Severus didn't give a chance to speak. They hadn't been able to make a step further when they were surprised by a disarming charm coming from their back. Both their wands were sent to the bottom of the corridor, and they turned around to see their defeater.

"I knew you were a traitor, Severus," Wormtail said.

"Look who's talking," the Hogwarts Headmaster replied, taking Minerva by her waist to pull her closer to him, "the king of all traitors."

"I would kill you, but I am sure the Dark Lord will enjoy doing it on his own," the little rat said, aiming his wand to them, "come on, we'll walk to the dungeons, where you won't be able to escape from."

"Alright," Severus said, "don't worry, we won't put up any resistance. Let me just take the baby so Minerva can rest her arms from carrying the little -kitten-," he gazed at her, and she handed Sarah to him knowing exactly what to do.

As soon as the baby had exchanged hands, Minerva transfigured herself into her cat form and jumped over Wormtail, who absolutely terrified of cats, began to run, turning himself into a rat to fit into a little hole in the wall.

Minerva transformed back and took their wands from the floor.

"I can't believe he didn't see it coming," Severus said, handing Sarah back to her mother.

"Well, let's thank Merlin for his immature mind, because we were kind of helpless there," she pointed out.

"You're right, let's take the flu network to Scotland before we find anyone else," Severus suggested.

"I thought we were going to Hogwarts," Minerva said.

"We can't take Sarah with us, can we?" he pointed out as they entered the large fireplace and disappeared after a cloud of smoke.

Minerva and Severus entered the Great Hall hand in hand. There were bodies lying everywhere, people aching, people moaning and crying…

"Minerva!" Hooch exclaimed, and before she could see where she was coming from, Minerva found herself wrapped in her friend's arms, "We were so worried," she said, "we thought you were dead."

"I'm happy to see you are alright, too," Minerva said, returning the hug.

"Where is Potter?" Severus asked, interrupting their reunion.

"We don't know," Rolanda said, "he disappeared after we gave him that memory you gave us for him," she explained.

"What memory?" Minerva asked.

"My last talk with Albus," he said, "there was something he needed to know in order to defeat Voldemort."

"Potter is dead!" someone suddenly shouted from the hall and everybody walked out to see if it was true.

"Oh, Merlin," Minerva sank herself in Severus' chest after seeing Harry's body on Hagrid's arms.

"Severus," Voldemort suddenly spoke, "I've been looking for you, but I see you have decided to change sides at the last minute," he said, "sadly you chose badly."

"He never was in your side," Minerva rose her head and spoke bravely.

"You!" the Dark Lord was surprised, "How did you escape? I was willing to let you reign next to me, but I don't stand traitors,"he raised his wand aiming at both of them, but before he could murmur any curse, Potter came miraculously back to life.

… Eleven years later …

Neville Longbottom was standing in front of the entire Great Hall with a parchment on his hands. He read the next name on the list:

"Sarah Snape McGonagall," he said.

A young black haired girl, taller than any other girl at her age and with very pale skin walked up and sat on the wooden stool while the Deputy Headmaster place the old sorting hat on her little head.

Watching her proudly, the mother of the young lady was sitting behind her on the Headmistress chair, and at her left there was an old Severus Snape, holding her hand gently.

"Hm, let's see," the hat suddenly spoke, "this is a difficult decision since I had never had to sort the daughter of a Headmistress," it said, "I must not make a mistake or she'll throw me to the fire after the ceremony," he cause everyone to laugh, "Hmm, I feel power, a great mind, no doubt of that, and also loyal and brave. You would be a good fit in Gryffindor, of course, but I think the right place for you is… Slytherin."

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THE END.