HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NYXARIA! I couldn't do much in ways of a birthday present, so I'm hoping that this will be acceptable.
Name: Catherine Alice Riddle-Smith
Looks: Pale with light brown eyes and dark brown hair. A scar on her back that looks similar to the 'Dark Mark'.
Family: Tom Marvolo Riddle (father), Abigail Smith-Riddle (Mother, deceased), Killian Smith (Grandfather), Morgana Smith (Grandmother), Severus Snape (Godfather)
Past: Catherine was born to Tom and Abigail January 15th, 1980. During a heated argument about using Catherine as a horcrux, Abigail was killed by Tom, and in a last ditch attempt to save her daughter, Abigail cast a protection spell on Catherine, but with the killing curse, it scarred. Deciding that Catherine wasn't worth the trouble, Tom left to continue his recruitment, but never returned. Severus took Catherine to her grandparents. When Killian and Morgana realized what had happened, they raised Catherine to despise her father, and to accept those who were born without magic.
-STORY START-
Catherine's POV
My grandparents smiled happily at me as I held my letter in the air with a wide smile of my own.
"Oh we knew you'd get your letter, Cath." Grandpa said as he held his tea cup out for the bewitched teapot to refill.
"I'll go with you tomorrow to Diagon Alley to get your supplies, Cathy." Grandma said as she bewitched another pair of needles to begin knitting.
"Can I get a pet?" I asked excitedly as I read through my letter. Grandpa had gotten an owl named Nork, which he still had and still sent our mail. Grandma had a cat named Miss Whisk, who was buried in the backyard under the willow that would light up on the anniversary of Miss Whisk's death, which also lined up with my mother's.
"I can't see why not." Grandma said. Grandpa nodded.
"No snakes." He said firmly.
"Obviously." I responded, but smiled as I thought of which pets I could possibly get. "I can't wait." A knock on the door had me hurrying to open it. "Papa!" I said as I wrapped my arms around my Godfather. "I got my letter!"
"Which means you have to behave, because Severus will let us know if you misbehave." Grandma said with a smile.
"I'll make sure she stays out of trouble." Severus said before petting my head gently. "You will get no special treatment from me, is that understood Catherine." I nodded quickly.
"Of course not Papa. But I'm so excited! You're going to teach me potions! I can't wait. I hope I'm a Slytherin like you and my mother were." I said happily. Severus sighed slightly as he looked my in the eye.
"You will also need to remember that you can't call me Papa in school. I am Professor Snape, and you will call me as such. Am I understood young lady?" Severus was very stern, which meant this was very important for me to understand. I nodded firmly.
"Understood Professor." I couldn't help but giggle afterwards. Severus shook his head slightly. "Would you be able to come with Grandma and I to get my school supplies? Certainly you want your Goddaughter to have the best potions equipment. Right?" I wrapped my arms around one of his arms and tried to give my best puppy eyes. Severus Snape was a hard man to sway in anything. Stubborn as a mule, horribly loyal. But when I asked for something and gave him puppy eyes, he swayed slightly. Add a pout and a well placed 'Right?' or 'Please', and he would give in, though it would be with a slight sigh or groan, and a muttered 'She had to choose me out of everyone.'
'Everyone' were the other Death Eaters like mother and Severus were when I was just born. Even before that. My mother wasn't happy that muggles could have magical children, or that some witch and wizards fell in love with muggles. My grandparents don't shared this philosophy anymore. And that's because of the man that helped bring me into this world. He was an evil man, killed my mother for reasons my grandparents haven't shared with me yet, and disappeared. I don't know many other the Death Eaters, only Severus. And I'm okay with that. But according to Severus, they all know me. 'The Dark Lord's Daughter' is sort of hard to ignore. Just like 'The Boy Who Lived', who I want to meet and thank. Knowing the number of people that man killed, for reasons that just don't fully make sense to me right now. Someone needed to stop him, and I'm glad this Harry Potter boy was the one to do it, even if he was younger than I was at the time.
"I refuse to allow you to have anything but the best." Severus stated. He looked up to Grandma. "Unless I would be intruding on something you had planned otherwise, Morgana." My grandmother laughed.
"Oh Severus please. I'm sure a Hogwarts professor would know what to get better than an old witch like me." Grandma said before waving her wand. "I'm sure you're here for your usual visit, would you like some tea? Or maybe you'll stay for dinner for once?"
"Please, Papa! Grandma's making chicken with her special stuffing!" I pleaded. "It's made with love. And a little bit of magic."
"She's making it all from where she sits. It's all magic now. There's no love anymore." Grandpa said. Grandma turned to him with a frown.
"And here I thought my Rosewood wand was perfect for love." Grandma said as she waved her wand in a circular motion, the sound of things clinking coming from the kitchen.
"Never used it on me."
"She never had too. You fell in love with Grandma on your own." I said happily. Grandma nodded happily as Grandpa rolled his eyes as he returned to the paper. "So are you staying Papa?"
"I suppose I should." Severus said as he placed his coat on the coat rack and took a seat, a cup coming to him as the teapot filled it. "When were you planning your trip to Diagon Alley, Morgana?"
"I was thinking tomorrow?" So the next day I was walking around Diagon Alley, happily looking around with my grandmother and Severus close.
"Can I get my wand now?" I asked as I saw Ollivander's. My grandmother smiled.
"I don't see why not. Severus and I will go get the rest of your things while you do that."
"And then my pet!" I said with a smile. Severus rose an eyebrow. Grandma nodded and shooed me along as she turned to enter the potions shop, Severus close behind. As I entered the shop, I noticed that it was rather old, a little dusty too. But it seemed like the perfect place to get a wand. "Hello?" I called. An older man, Mr. Ollivander, appeared and after some initial surprise and shock, seemed to recollect himself.
"Miss. Riddle. I see it's that time." He said, giving me a small, yet cautious, smile. I frowned slightly. I knew that look. A few people knew who I was, and they either were cautious, frightened, or hated me.
"I'm not him, sir." I said. He nodded before he found me a wand to try out.
"Forgive me, Miss. Riddle. You looked like your mother." Mr. Ollivander said. I nodded slightly, watching as he shuffled the top off a box and handing it to me. I gave it a wave, and nothing happened. "Let's try another one." He said. I went through five wands before we found one that chose me. My wand was an eleven inch, pliable Yew, with a Unicorn Hair core.
"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." I said with a bright smile, excited to start using magic to hopefully clean up what my birth father had left behind. Mr. Ollivander nodded as Grandma came in.
"Did you find your wand, Cathy?" I turned to show her, smiling wide. She smiled and made a motion for us to head to the Magical Menagerie. When we entered, Severus was already looking at the animals on display. As I looked around, a wide smile broke onto my face.
"Grandma!" I called as I looked at their bats. "Look at that one." I said as I pointed to a fruit bat, hanging upside down and clinging to what remained of the fruit that was it's last meal. "Can I have that one? Please?" Severus came over with my grandmother to look at the animal I was talking about.
"Why not an owl?" My grandmother asked.
"Well, Grandpa already has one, and I kinda like that one. I mean, it's a fruit bat. Look at how cute it is." I said with a smile. "And didn't you tell me that my mother had always wanted a bat when she was my age?" I asked. My grandmother rose an eyebrow in disapproval.
"That is a low tactic, Cathy. But I guess I see no harm. What do you think Severus?" Grandma questioned. Severus shrugged.
"I don't see why you shouldn't entertain her with getting her one, and as long as Dumbledore agrees, there should be no problems." He said as one of the workers came over, getting me the bat. As soon as the bat was handed over, I opened the cage to pet her, and she clung to my arm. When I pulled my arm out, she hung upside down from it and seemed very happy.
"Her name will be Sevy." I said with a nod, especially when she made a defensive noise when someone stepped to close to me. "Yup, Sevy."
"You're naming your bat after me?" Severus asked with a slightly irritated tone.
"Well look at her." I said, motioning to my bat. She looked like she was trying to wrap me in her wings, and it looked very protective. "She's trying to protect me, like you do." Severus sighed as my grandmother smiled. We left and headed back home to get me ready for school and introduce Sevy to her new life.
Catherine calls Severus 'Papa' because he's the closest thing to a father she's ever had. And just to note, when Catherine is in school, Severus will be referred to as Snape, because that's what she'll be calling him, and it'll help her stay in the 'he's my professor' mindset. But any other time, it'll be Severus. We all cool with that? We are? Cool.