Your Little Girl

Who am I to You

The next morning Severus woke up as normal, he had breakfast and a cup of coffee, and around 8:30 he was sitting in his chair thinking about his Lily. Lily Evans was his best friend and the love of his life, ten years ago she and her 'husband' were killed in their own house by one Albus Dumbledore. Albus is not who the public thinks he is, Severus and a few others know the truth about him. Severus works at Hogwarts because it is the only job he could get and he needs to keep an eye on Albus plus to make him believe that he trusts the old fool. When Severus was asked to do a check-up on The Girl Who Lived, Albus went too far. Why would he need anyone to go and see if the wizarding world's little perfect princess is not getting her way? So what she didn't get ice cream for dinner. Severus let out a sigh and looked at the little clock on his inn table by his chair at 9:30. "I will never understand that man," Severus said to himself, back to Lily. Lily and Potter never got married, she was married to Severus and they were happy, until one Halloween night. Severus didn't know that Harry was his daughter, Lily never told him and Severus try as he might not remember anything except his wedding and a few happy moments after, but never anything about Lily having a child. Well, not his child. 9:55, time to go and check on the little brat. Severus put on his muggle clothes and apparated to Privet Drive #4.
*******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************Harry was in so much pain the next morning, it hurt her to move anything. She hated her family more than they could ever hate her. She didn't care for them but, at the same time, she always asked herself why they did hate her so much when all she did was endure the pain they inflicted on her. She cooked, cleaned, did the gardening, paint the fences, washes the car everything. It makes her mad but there is nothing she can do about it. Harry gets up and finds the cupboard door unlocked so she went out to sweep the floor and clean up the blood from last night. A few minutes passed and the Dursleys came down for breakfast. As they were eating the doorbell rang and Harry went to go and answer it. "Hello sir, how may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm here to speak to one Harriet Potter."
"I'm Harry Potter. May I ask what is it you need?"
"Yes, I'm here to see how you are doing and also just inform my head that you are healthy and well taken care of."
"Umm, well..."
"GIRL!!! Who is at the door? You need to do the dishes and clean out the ice-box."
"I'm coming to Uncle Vernon."
Vernon came to the door and pushed Harry out the way. "We don't want to buy whatever it is you are selling. So if you would be so kind as to go away."
"Vernon, who is at the... What do you want?"
"I'm here to check up on Harry, may I please come in?" Said the man at the door and pushed passed both adults and entered to fully see Harry's clothes.
"Miss. Potter, may I see your room?"
"Umm sure. This way." Harry led the tall man with the long black hair and the onyx eyes to the stairs. When they came to stop in front of the cupboard Harry open the door. "This is where I live basically, I'm not allowed to come out unless it is for me to do chores or to cook. The spiders keep me company and sometimes it's not so bad but it's all I've got."
"This is not okay. Tell miss Potter would you like to come and stay with me?"
"Call me Harry please, and I would love to. I don't to be here anymore. What is your name?"
"I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Severus Snape."
"Well, Mr.Snape I will need to get something."
"What might that be?"
"I got a letter this morning." Harry crawled into her cupboard and pulled out a letter that looked old but Severus knew what it was. "But it has a name that is not mine. I have your last name on it." Harry gave Severus the letter and on the front, it read; Harriet Violet-Lily Snape Cupboard under the stairs Little Whinging, Surrey Number 4 Privet Drive, Severus was taken aback. He didn't know about his own daughter. Lily never said anything about being pregnant or mentioned the possibility to him before she passed. Now Severus was looking at his daughter, who was abused and neglected, treated like she was nothing to the world but she was everything to Severus.
"Harry, I will explain everything once we are gone. I will also answer any question you have the best I can."
"Okay."
"Now let's get going."
As the two long black haired wizards head to the front door Vernon yells to stop them.
"You can't take her."
"Please tell me why not. It is clear you don't care for her."
"We need the extra money. My wife can't work until the school year starts and even then it's only part-time so it's not that much money."
"I see, well you seem to have enough money for you, your son, and wife to eat but by the looks of Harry it seems to me that she hasn't had anything to eat in days."
"Weeks." Harry quietly whispered but Severus didn't hear her.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear from you, please repeat yourself."
"It's been about two weeks sents I've had anything more than what I usually get out of the trash bin."
"This is unacceptable. Mr.Dursley I will be taking Harry with me or I will call the police do I make myself clear."
"Yes, now get out of my house." Severus and Harry gladly did so.
"Are you my father?" Harry asked as she and Severus walked down the street.
"I believe so Harry."
"Did you want a daughter or would you have preferred a son?"
"Well, I never really cared for gender or the sex of my child, as long as they are mine I will love them and do my best to teach them."
"If I'm for sure your daughter will you love me and teach me?"
"Of course I will."
"I'm guessing we will be going to your house."
"Correct."
"Do you want me to stop asking questions?"
"No."
"Well, are you like me?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Can you make people's hair change color, or just all of a sudden end up on the roof when you are trying to get away from everyone?"
"I'm capable of both of those things, but I have not done such childish things like changing someone's hair in a long time."
"Are there other people like us?"
"Yes."
"Do they all live here or do they live somewhere away from normal people?"
"Well people like us are everywhere in the world."
"How much longer is the walk?"
"Only about a minute or two. Mind if I ask a question?"
"You just did."
"Funny. Do you think you could love me as your father even though I feel as if I failed as one?"
"Yes."
"Explain, your reasoning."
"Well think about it, I'm eleven years old and I have been told that my parents were drunks and died in a car bash. Then after ten years of being told the samething, I find out that my father is alive and willing to still love me and care for me. I know that Mom and that other man James are gone and I'm sad that they are no longer with us but for the first time in forever, I know someone loves me. I don't want to let go of this feeling."
"We have reached our home."
"Our home," Harry repeated testing the word home on her tongue.
"Come in, I have a story to tell you."
"Just one more question. Who am I to you?"
"You are my daughter."