Severus's Daughter

Hogwarts Teachers

[A/N sorry it took so long to update this, my laptop kept crashing and i almost lost the first chapter of the story. I am really grateful to all who voted and commented, this chapter he is going to introduce Jasmine to the teachers at Hogwarts. I apologise for any spelling mistakes i make x]

Severus Snape was currently packing his bags to stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had bought clothing and other necessities for Jasmine during the 2 weeks that she had lived with him.

After he had finished packing his bags; since Jasmine was still asleep he decided to get some coffee and read The Daily Prophet. On the front page was a picture of Cornelius Fudge, with a huge grin plastered on his face, shaking hands with Albus Dumbledore, who by the looks of it, was trying not to grimace. Apparently Fudge was rewarding him or something, other than that there was nothing new.

Soon the cries of his daughter waking up for her breakfast were heard from the other room.

Severus smiled faintly and stood from his seat on the sofa. He used his wand to heat the bottle of milk on the side. Once it was the right temperature, he left the room to get Jasmine.

When he entered the room once again a small figure was clinging to her father as he held her. Severus sat back down and offered the bottle to his daughter. But like the morning before and the morning before that, and all other mornings since she came to live with him, she refused to open her mouth.

He sighed why did she have to do this every morning?

When he finally prised her mouth open, she sucked greedily on the bottle. Once she had finished and had been burped, he changed her nappy and her clothes. It was now time to go.

He picked Jasmine up and threw some powder into the fireplace, once the flames turned green he grabbed his bag and stepped into the fire.

"Dumbledore's Office"

Now he was spinning, Severus kept a tight hold on Jasmine until they stopped spinning. Then he stepped into the Professor's office.

"Ah, Severus. I was beginning to think you had forgotten...and who is this little one?" Dumbledore greeted peering curiously at the duo over his half-moon glasses.

"Professor. This is my daughter, Jasmine Maria Snape." he said quietly. Jasmine had turned her head resting it on her father's shoulder watching the old man curiously.

Dumbledore gasped. She certainly looked like the Potions Master. "Who..."

"Maria Thomas"

Albus stared awkwardly at the little girl, "You...should go and introduce her to your colleagues." he finally said. Severus nodded and banished his bags to the dungeons.

"See you later professor." Snape said then he walked out of the room and down the spiral staircase. He strode to the staff room, Jasmine clinging to his robes. When he entered, inside was Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick and Minerva McGonagall.

"Hello Severus" Filius squeaked.

"Filius. Pomona. Minerva." he nodded to each of them.

"And who is this adorable little person?" cooed Pomona. Severus sat across from her and gently unclasped Jasmine's hands, so as to lay her in the crook of his elbow.

"This is my daughter, Jasmine Maria Snape."

"May... May I hold her?" she asked, fully well expecting the answer to be no. Severus nodded and walked over and gently placed his daughter in Pomona's arms.

"Oh, aren't you just precious?" She cooed to her. Minerva went and sat next to Pomona and looked over her shoulder.

"You did good Severus." she smiled at him. Minerva gently stroked Jasmine's face.

"Can I hold her lad?" Flitwick squeaked.

"Yes." he replied watching as a more maternal side came out from Minerva McGonagall, since Sprout had passed her the babe.

Flitwick climbed onto the sofa and Minerva gently passed Jasmine to him. Flitwick stroked a finger over her face cooing to her.

So there's no problem with the staff getting on with her, and the students won't know until she starts school, Severus thought to himself.

So Severus, Pomona, Filius, Minerva and eventually Rolanda Hooch and Dumbledore spent the evening playing with Jasmine.