~Chapter 1~

I vividly remember the day. The day in my history that cannot be spoken of, as it brings back such bad memories. The night my father died. 2 years ago I was a happy 9 year old, well, kind of. I'm supposed to be a secret. I am Maisie Lilliana Evans, the VERY much secret love child of Severus Snape and Lilly Evans. I go by Maisie Evans because it is a much more common last name. My father was myeverything, he cared for me in all of my craziness, moodiness, and anxiety attacks. I loved him and he loved me. Both of our worlds collapsed when my mother died. She never spent much time with us but we knew she cared for us.

I was born on May 13, 1978. That day was a surprise for my father. Mymother had not told him about me. My mom had claimed she was going ona long vacation with her sister. She had been staying with her sister,Aunt Petunia, when she had me. Then, I was promptly handed over to my father, who had no knowledge of how to take care of a child. My mother then married Mr. James Potter in 1979. The next year she had my half brother, Harry Potter. My mother had not told my father about marrying James Potter. He was very mad when he found out. In fact, livid!

Before my father died we were living at a manor in Godric's Hollow. A very beautiful one if you must. It was the best, big, cushy beds,house elves doing my bidding, a pool to swim in, and best of all, my father. My dad often took me to work with him, as I had no where elseto go. I would make potions with him, play in Dumbledore's office, or hang out in the Slytherin common room. I would often have to go home to an empty house, as my father practicly lived at Hogwarts, but that didn't matter, I knew he was always there to wake me up in the morning. Then one day, he wasn't.