The Real Me Ira Evens; a name feared by many in the human, or Muggle, world. Working for S.H.E.I.L.D, she kills people for a living. At the age of three years, she was abandon by the Dursleys. Her only living family. Or so she thought. AGE: 11 YEARS DATE: JULY 30th TIME: 11:50 "Faster Raze!" My father figure yelled at me through the ear piece. It was in my right ear with the microphone end coming down towards the tip of my pale red, plump, lips. It also glowed a bright, but dark purple light at the end; my favorite color. "I'm working on it Sir," I said gritting my teeth. My black bow loaded with an arrow in hand as I was aiming for my targets head or heart. Maybe his socket if I didn't have Director Fury, leader of S.H.E.I.L.D, yelling every few seconds in my ear. I ignored the man in my ear screaming at me to take the shot. I had my long raven black hair up in a tight braided bun. My eyes where painted over with green, silver, and purple face paint. Still though, my bright purple eyes stood out brightly. I had my long swishing dark green cloak on, with the hood up. Under that, I had a black cat-suit curtsey of S.H.E.I.L.D, and my black combat boots. "Annnnd," I whispered to myself as my target, a very fat and very pale man, stepped right into my trap. I let the arrow go and watched it as hit the man right in the center of his heart spewing blood as it did so. "And then there were none." I smirked to myself. Standing from my hidden spot on top of a hidden rooftop, I reported to Fury saying the job was done and teleported back to base. It was midnight when I reached the conference room. I put my bow down, and lowered my hood. "Honey," I said to Fury and agent Coulson, "I'm home." "Is the job done?" Fury asked. "Noo," I said sarcasm dripping from my words. "I had tea with the man and we both played with dolls and those creepy ass furbies that seem to be taking over the world, but you won't listen to me I say that they are." I pursed my lips at the thought of furbies. He sighed, turned and said, "Good job Ira, now go get some rest." I nodded. On top of my Victorian bed-spread, was a letter; Hogwarts on the front in neat lettering. Thinking nothing of it, I ripped the letter in half and threw it away. Little did I know that the one little letter would forever change my life like I've never seen before. But then again, nothing is as it seems than meets the eye….. S. Snape's POV "I have a daughter?" I screamed in Dumbledore's face. "Why don't I remember her? Where is she?" I was on the verge of tears now. I had a daughter out there, somewhere, gone and lost. The news had finally come to Dumbledore that Ira was not at the Dursleys. Not for almost 11 years; and the worst of it all, we can't track her. "Severus," Dumbledore said, looking at the heart broken man in front of him. "Yes, you have a daughter. And I truly thought she would be safe there, with the Dursleys but-" "Well you thought wrong!" I yelled, laughing dryly. "But we have a source; in America. New York to be more précises; I'm sorry Severus, but this was not my doing." "Well what am I going to do then? My daughter is in another country!" I yelled throwing my hands up the air. "Go to America!" Dumbledore said. With that Severus smiled, nodded and disappeared to the streets of the New York, looking for his long-lost daughter.