Okay so this was posted about... four years ago and then while reading alot of SSRL SLASH I was inspired for it. Funny that I was inspired by slash for a non-slash.

Unfortunately what was going to be my first try at non-romance is failing miserable, but it will be my first het-romance that is dominate in the fic. I'll say it right now even though I haven't gotten to it yet (and I have about 78KB of this written so far) I can't stay a way from SLASH, but I'm trying to keep it as implied-only. And the slash will be SSRL since it seems to be keeping this story alive. Please don't let the fact that there is slash... and I haven't even gotten there so maybe I wont even put it in.. I don't know, stop you from reading this.

I think it is quite humourus and I tried and have failed miserable to keep Severus in character, but he has such a soft spot for his daughter.

If you remember the old story I hope the rewrite is better for everyone.

I do not own HP. The only people I own so far are Sarah, Alana, and Alabastar.

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Severus held his child closely to him, his beautiful little girl that looked just like her mother; except the shock of black hair on the top of her head. Big blue eyes stared at him. "I know lil'one I'll miss you too." Severus pulled her closer, "Now listen Lil'one soon we'll be back together. Once the Dark Lord is gone and I am free to raise you with out fear." A tear slipped down his face, wishing for the millionth time he had been able to stop his dear Isabelle from denoucing the Dark Lord so publically.

"Severus it is time for Alana to take her." Dumbledore appeared next to the young man. So much had happen to him in such a short time. The young couple had been able to keep the pregnancy of Isabelle a secret until her public announcement that she would no longer follow the Dark Lord. Isabelle had been killed shortly after, leaving Severus a widower and singnal father. Now the 'death' of his daugher was the only thing that may keep her alive. It had taken all Severus had to convince the Dark Lord that his loyality was still with Him.

"Please a moment," Severus bent his head to whisper hastly in Sarah's ear, "Now my Lil'one listen closely. Aunt Alana and Uncle Alabastar will take good care of you my darling. They will protect you and keep you safe from the Dark Lord. He'll never find you in the mountains. I promise."

"How is he Albus?" A woman with shining blue eyes appeared silently next to the Headmaster.

"He is fine for now. It is never easy to give up your child even if only for a moment." Dumbledore shook his head sadly watching the young man he considered a son have his last moments with his daughter.

Alana watched in silence also, she had never liked her sister's choice in husband. From the moment she had met the man she had thought Severus cold and uncaring. Until she had truly seen Isabelle and Severus together; then a different side of the man had appeared. She had been appalled to find out they had come to the collective decision to join the the Dark side of the war. Never in her life would she think her sister to be evil and hateful. The reasoning Isabelle had given for their choice seemed small to say the least. Power was something that brought the downfall of people, not the uprise.

Now that desicion had left her niece motherless and her father broken.

"Severus it is time." Dumbledore rested a hand on his shoulder. "Let Alana take her."

Severus looked at the aged man. "I know." He whispered. "Listen to me Sarah. We'll only be seperated for a small time. I will not let us be apart for long. I promise. I do." Turning to Alana he handed his daughter over, trying to seem as if he had not spent the last hour crying into his daughter's blanket he fixed Alana with a cold glare, "Try and keep the wolves away from her."

Alana smiled, "I love you too, Severus." She took the child away with her.

Two years later cries of the boy who lived rang out around London and the world, but the small black haired, blue eyed girl did not return to London. She continued her life in America in the mountains of the east coast surrounded by the protective pack Sinister.

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"Potter please try and pay attention. This is only the first class." Severus snapped at the boy. "Detention tonight eight." Harry glared at the back of Snape's head. The 'Greasy Git' was already starting his sixth year off horribly.

"Class I would like you to take out your potion books and turn to page ninty. We are starting a simple potion of making ink. But I hope that I will not have to remind you. Everything made this week will be used next week to create the Dafgha Potion that is used to reverse the affect of being exposed to Dafgha dust. So please try and not mess up. All of this will be on the final exams." Snape barked out.

"Professor Snape?" Everyone turned to Professor McGonagall'svoice. "This is Sarah Fayal. Shes just arrived this morning, her house is Gryfindor. Professor Snape will get you settled now." McGonagall smiled warmly at Sarah, who only stared back at her, giving a small smile.

Sarah walked up to the front of class ignoring the whispers that followed her up. New students rarely showed up like this, usually they were at the Feast for the new year. Severus composed himself on the outside, but inside he was cursing Albus for not warning of this sooner. He must have known that his daughter would be attending Hogwarts that year. Then it made sense that the man did not tell him. Albus loved his suprises.

His daughter had grown into a beautiful young woman. Taking after her mother with her blue eyes and plump cheeks. Unfortunately she had gotten his long crooked nose, but where on him it made him sinister and evil; it only intensefied the beauty she possed. Sarah's hair had come in just as black as his and was long down her back.

"Hello Professor." She waited infront of him, not noticing how Snape could not stop staring at her.

Snape recovered quickly, shaking himself out of the state of mind he had been in. "What is it that you need?" He asked in his usally cold voice.

"A seat." She said, now timid by the glare that the teacher had fixed on her. She clenched and unclenched her hands several times before clasping them infront of her.

"Take the one next to Potter." He waved her away.

Sarah turned making her way back but she stopped and turned back to the Professor. "Sir, which one is Potter?" She asked. Of course Sarah knew /who/ Harry Potter was, but had not seen a picture of him since the times he was a baby.

"Harry Potter." He said looking at her as if she was mad.

"And he would look like. . ?" She asked, her cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson. Sarah refused to look like a complete fool in this class.

"Me," Harry rose his hand showing her where he sat.

"Oh," She hurried back to the seat next to him. Sarah blushed even more when the whispers started. "She doesn't know what Harry Potter looks like?" "She has to be, what, sixteen, seventeen."

"Class lets get started. Potter try to help Sarah catch up, if it doesn't take too much of your knowledge." Snape snapped out, stopping the whispers. That was his daughter they were ridiculing

"We're making ink. For a Dafgha Potion." Harry said to her.

"Hmm?" Sarah looked at Harry, "My bad." She said, her voice was soft with a slight American drawl that Harry could not place. "I zoned for a minute."

"We're making ink, for a Dafgha Potion. Pay attention. Snape hates Gryffindor and loves to give us detention. And this will be on
the final exams."

"Potter, are you not paying attention. . . Again?" Snape broke into Harry's speach.

"You asked me to help Sarah. I'm helping Sarah." Harry grounded out.

"Then Sarah can join you in detention tonight. Then you two can talk all you want." Snape turned back to the cauldron he had been looking in.

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