On a dark, rainy night at Hogwarts, a mysterious girl shows up, looking for shelter from the storm.
Proffessor McGonagall ran into Proffessor Dumbledore's office.
"Minerva," said Dumbledore. "What brings you here at this late hour?"
"There is a girl, outside the castle," said McGonagall. "She wishes for shelter from the storm."
"Who is with her now?"
"Tell Severus to bring her to my office."
"But, sir," said McGonagall. "We know nothing about her. For all we know, she could be a Death Eater."
"No matter, if it is shelter she needs, we will give her shelter."
She ran down the stairs and a few minutes later, Severus walked in with the girl. She had long dark hair, but when it was seen in light, it had a reddish tinge to it. Her eyes were black as charcoal and she was pale as a sheet of paper.
"She won't tell me her name," said Severus. "Or her parents names. And she won't give me her wand."
"What is your name?" asked Dumbledore.
"I haven't got one," said the girl.
"And your parents?"
"I-I don't know who they were, the centaurs told me that my mother abandoned me in the Forbidden Forest. When she went to school. Please, let me keep my wand, I don't want you to take it away."
"I'm not going to take your wand away," said Dumbledore. "I only wish to look at it."
The girl pulled her wand out of her rhobes and handed it to Dumbledore.
"Elder," he said. "And the core?" he asked the girl.
He handed the wand back to her.
"Curious," said Dumbldore. "Do you - by any chance - know who your father was, or anything about him?"
"I - I have one memory. It's of my mother, but she keeps talkng about someone else. Maybe it was my father." She pulled out her wand and raised it to her head. "Do you have a pensive?" Dumbedore nodded. The girl pulled out a sivery-blue memory and dropped it into the pensive. Dumbledore, Severus and the girl put their faces into the pensive.
A girl who looked about eighteen ran out of the Hogwarts castle with a basket in her hand. She ran into the Forbidden Forest. In the basket was a baby. The girl had blazing red hair and green eyes. She dropped the basket on the ground.
"No one is going to know about you," the girl with red hair said to the baby. "Not my parents, not James, and defenitly not Severus. He may be you father, but I left him for James. You would only ruin it."
The three of them were thrown back into the present as the memory dissolved.
Dumbledore looked at Severus.
"Lily," said Severus. He looked at the girl. "She never told me . . . "
"She must've used concealment charms while she was pregnant," speculated Dumbledore.
The girl looked at them.
"How old are you?" asked Severus.
"Nineteen," said the girl.
"She does resemble you greatly," said Dumbledore. "and the hint of red in her hair would come from Lily."
Snape walked up to her. "You're my daughter."
The girl looked at him for a few moments, as if taking it all in. She hugged him tightly.
"Lily," he said.
She looked at him.
"That's your name," he said. "From now on."
"Lily." The girl tried it out on her tongue. She smiled.
"Should we tell Potter?" Snape asked Dumbledore.
"Tomorrow morning," said Dumbledore. I will speak to him with Lily after breakfast. For now, we shall let him sleep."