Calypso

by soundofthebirdsongs

Snape survived Nagini's bite and has been unconscious since. Then, a woman claiming to be his daughter visits him right before he wakes. Meanwhile, Harry Potter is helping round up the remaining Death Eaters, who all want to know where Voldemort's favorite lady is. Harry, in the midst of it all, has many questions, but his biggest one is: Who is Calypso Snape?

1. Prologue

Harry Potter ran down the hall toward the familiar room. The wards on his charge's room had tripped, and no one had bothered to notify him. He couldn't believe the staff's carelessness. They may not have liked the man, but Severus Snape was a hero, and now that everyone knew he had betrayed Voldemort, he needed protection from the escaped Death Eaters. That was the whole point of the wards, the whole point of only allowing certain people around him. How could St. Mungo's allow this!

The door was open when he reached it. Inside was silent, deathly silent. Harry hoped he wasn't too late. He slipped in the room and breathed a sigh of relief. Snape was still alive. The unknown visitor had pulled a chair to his bedside and sat with their back to Harry. The were wearing a dark cloak with the hood upon their head, obscuring anything that could have hinted who they were. Harry made a small noise to let them know he was there. They remained rigid and still. "I asked to be left alone."

A female. Harry's eyes widened. "You… You're not supposed to see him without permission," he said finally.

The woman sat up even straighter. "Permission?" She spat the word, and Harry felt the air grow cold. "I need permission to visit my own father?"

"Ma'am, Professor Snape has no children."

The woman turned to look at him. Surely, this woman was no kin to Snape. She looked nothing like him: light hair, light eyes, delicate features. Indeed the only thing that seemed to link them was the familiar scowl on her face. "Obviously he does." Her head turned back to the unconscious man. "How long has he been like this?"

Harry was momentarily surprised at the sudden change, both of topic and in her voice. The coldness left the room, and her voice became almost tender. She cared for him, or at least, she appeared to. Still, he didn't know for sure what her intentions were. "Nearly six months, since the Final Battle," he answered softly.

"And he still hasn't woken? Father, you are not usually so idle," she teased the older man. She rose from her seat, and Harry could see the slightest smile on her face. "I'll come back when you're ready to wake, Father." She bent down and kissed the man's pale cheek. With that, she swept past Harry and down the hall, disappearing with a crack once she reached the end of it.