Summary: What would happen if Snape had never killed Dumbledore, and he was still teaching at Hogwarts, and the golden trio was still there for their seventh year? What would happen if his great-great-great-granddaughter was put under his custody after spending her whole life never knowing the man? All will reveal itself in time.

AN: Okay, this chapter is really short, but don't worry, I have the next chapter ready and it will be up really quickly. R&R and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does, so don't sue please!

Chapter 1

I have a granddaughter?

Albus Dumbledore, one of the most admired wizards of all time, and considered by many the most powerful wizard in the world. A man with a annoying twinkle in his eye, and an unnatural fondness of candies. The wizard who seems to know everything; but not everyone can know everything, even this famous wizard.

The wizard was looking out of his office window, studying the children down below who were enjoying the sun before the rain and snow came. He smiled to himself; that twinkle going off once again. He could just imagine all his students becoming fine witches and wizards someday, war heroes, inventors, and so many other things. They all had such bright futures ahead of them, and he could only hope that they used the knowledge he and the other staff gave them to good use. It hurt to think about, but he knew that not all of his students would last long out there, what with the war and all. Many would die for what they believed in, and he could only hope those beliefs were the right ones, and not ones that their parents drilled into their heads. (Okay, so it's kinda obvious by now that Dumbledore isn't dead, so yeah, he's still headmaster and Snape is still the potions teacher—unfortunately)

As he was thinking this an owl came to his window and started pecking on it as if having a naturally inpatient attitude. He opened the window and the owl flew in, landing on his desk and holding out its leg with annoyance, as if it had been waiting for hours. He chucked to himself, finding that some of the owls these days reminded him more and more of his students. He took the letter, and without even waiting for a treat, the owl took off out the window. The old headmaster sat down, studying the letter

Albus Dumbledore

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hogsmeade, England

(I don't know the zip code so I didn't put one down)

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

We are very sorry for your loss, and would like to give you our condolences. Seeing as you are the only living relative, you are to be the guardian of your great-great-great-granddaughter, Mira Winifred Nora Elizabeth Dumbledore. You will to attend a gathering to see what is inside the will for yourself, and will hold onto anything the child was given until he/she is of proper age. After this meeting you will take the child home with you and you will have the option of enrolling him/her into a new school more convenient for yourself or allowing him/her to attend their previous school until he/she is of proper age and can then leave. The gathering will be on September 21 at 12:40 P.M. We once again give you our sincerest condolences.

-Ministry of Magic

The old man looked at the letter in absolute shock. So many things seemed to be running through his head as he once again read through the letter, the twinkle that had been their moments before gone. Everything seemed to take a moment to sink into the old man's mind, but after some time of total shock he muttered the only thing he could think clearly of. His words were shaky as they rolled off his tongue.

"I have a granddaughter?"