Severus. I remember the day you died. I wasn't there, just as I
was absent for Sirius's death. And James and Lilys'. But now, I
know, I must send the one who loved you most, to say goodbye. She may
not have been of your bloodline, Sev, but she is your daughter, just
as much as the others are…
A slim girl stepped to the podium. The attendees of the funeral stared as she introduced herself. "My name is Katerina Rosella Black-Snape. I am- was, I mean, Severus Snape's adopted daughter." She took as deep breath "my mother asked me to say his eulogy. So here we go.
When I was a year old, my father was sentenced to life in Azkaban. His last act on this side of those gates was to divorce my mother. Six years later, she married Severus Snape. He was the only father I ever knew. When I was little, he's the one who taught me how to fly on a broom, and when I fell, dried my tears, and then made me get back on. When I grew older, he taught me how to make potions. I will forever remember being seven, and him picking me up and spinning me around because I had made a perfect Draught of Living Death." here she swallowed painfully "But that's all in the past, now. Although I was not his biological daughter, he was the only father I ever knew.
I never went to actual wizarding school. My mother taught me at home. Why? Because she knew that if people knew my father had a wife and children, a family, either Death Eaters or those who believed Dad was evil would have gone after us. When I was thirteen, my biological father escaped from Azkaban, and my parents were even happier that I had never gone to school. And then the war began, barely a month after my brother, Toby, was born. Sometimes we didn't seem my father for weeks, months on end. He used to apperate home during the school year, or at least visit us by fire. Now it was nothing. Years passed, and I heard about the death of the other father, the one I had never known. I will admit it, I did cry. But more for my mother than me. Two years passed, and in those years I only once saw my father. It was slightly before the school year began. He came home that day, almost exactly two years ago. He waved away us kids with almost impatience, and took my mother into the kitchen to tell her something. She emerged crying. He didn't. He had apperated to the school with out even saying goodbye. And then, two years later, he was dead. But not only him. My uncle Remus, my new aunt, Nymphendora, and so many others. Severus Snape may have not been my true father, per say, but he was the best father a kid could have, and I feel proud to have had him as my father for so many years. And I just wish I could change one thing. I wish I could have said goodbye" and she stepped away from the podium, tears cascading down her face.