"NO! No, no, no! Are you trying to tell me that that….that…that murderer is my….my…" she was starting to hyperventilate, tears leaving thick salty tracks down her cheeks. "Father? Yes. You are the Dark Lords daughter."
As a tear ran down her check she whispered: "I love you mum. I love you dad."
Severus knew that he could never get her to be his Lily-Flower.
Harry had failed. The Order had failed. They promised to save me. But they didn't. Promised they wont let him make me his. But he did. It has been exactly a year to this day that he forced me to marry him.
She was HIS. And HIS alone. The golden bracelet fitted around her slender wrist proved this as it held his insignia. His symbol. Showing to all who it was that really owned her.