Hi, people! Okay, so this is my first fanfic, so please go easy on me! I'll try to update once every week or two weeks! Still struggling with the tech stuff, sorryL

Snape has a rebellious, energetic, perky daughter he never knew about, how will he cope?

Snape: What?!

Me: Nothing, nothing…do the disclaimer or we'll all get sued!

Snape: I won't.

Me: …

Snape: …Nicoisawesome owns nothing, all rights go to JK Rowling.

Me: Sad. I only own the plot and snape's…uh…*whispers*daughter.

3rd POV

"Five points from Gryffindor for Mr. Potter's cheek." Professor Snape snapped, ignoring Malfoy's snigger. "Mr. Longbottom." With three brisk strides, the towering man, well, towered over the trembling boy.

"Are you blind? This potion should be a light blue, not a muddy brown. That's what happens when you forget to add a unicorn tail. It's going to explode in a few moments-" As soon as the professor stepped back, the potion, true to its word, exploded and glopped neighboring students in brown chunks.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for trying to cause a commotion. Weasley, help Longbottom clean this up." The door knocked and a very annoyed professor opened the door to reveal a first-year Slytherin. "Yes?"

The small boy shifted his feet and replied, "I was passing Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and he said to meet him in his office at once. Professor Filch will be coming soon to supervise the class for today." He squeaked, and turned promptly away at the Professor's nod.

"Continue with your potions, the rest of you." Professor Snape said to the class, leaving the room with a swish of his long billowing robes.

"Chocolate Frogs." Severus demanded at the sight of the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle spun upwards so there was a path(AN: Is that what it does?) and Severus hurried inside.

"Ah, Severus. Lemon Drop?" Albus offered, his eyes twinkling annoyingly. "Cut to the chase, Albus. What could be so important that you must disturb me for the entire day?" Severus asked, or rather, as he had with the gargoyle, demanded.

Albus handed him a letter. Snatching it, Severus began to read. Then he read it over again. And again. The Headmaster calmly and patiently popped another lemon drop in his mouth.

Severus looked up in utter disbelief. "I have a muggleborn daughter? Her mother died? Shirley died?" He stood. "And she's coming to live with me at exactly four thirty? It's three, Albus! You're telling me now?!" Albus nodded.

"I got the letter today, just now. I suggest you get ready. Madam Pomfrey has an extra bed, I'm sure. I'll get her to move the bed into your spare room." Albus smiled gently. "And you should go to your quarters, to sort out your thoughts."

Severus left in a daze. What was he going to do?

Good? Bad? Tell me! Again, this is my first fanfic! But correct any mistakes! How can I make this better in the future?

Is this too short? Too long? Too rushed? I'll update soon!