Summary: Harry Potter is at the grave side of Severus Snape when he meets a witch who claims to be Professor Snape's daughter. This is her story and the story of her parents.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of JKRowling's creations.

Harry sat in miserable silence. Before him were the graves of Albus Dumbledore and the freshly covered, Severus Snape. There were many people in attendance but many did not stay long. Harry wasn't aware of the woman close to his own age, watching him. Harry looked up startled when the witch put a beautiful white lily upon Snape's grave.

Harry looked the witch up and down. She looked to be his own age, with beautiful long luscious black curls and a slender but curvy body. The witch was dressed in black robes that tailored her body well. When her face turned to his, Harry saw that she was very beautiful.

"Thank you for coming." He had said it so many times now, that it held almost no meaning. The witch tilted her head, like she was observing an experiment.

"Thank you Mr. Potter. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I had to make sure that they showed Professor Snape the respect he deserved. Respect that I never showed him while he was alive."

"And I thank you." she looked down at the fresh turned dirt.

"Was Professor Snape one of your professors here at Hogwarts?"

The witch smiled, shaking her head.

"No, my relations with Professor Snape are a little more personal than that."

Harry didn't know what to say to that. The witch however smiled more, offering out her hand.

"Forgive me, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Bella. Isabella Winter. I'm Professor Snape's daughter."

Harry's jaw dropped open in the most unpleasant fashion but somehow he was able to sake Bella's hand. The witch smiled.

"That's alright. I understand that my father was not trusted among his friends and that he kept a lot from them."

"You're his daughter?"

The witch smirked, a very Snape smirk that caused a chill to run down Harry's spine. Her smirk however had an opposite affect than her father. Severus Snape.

"I wasn't aware that he had any family." Harry said dumbly. "If I would of know, I would of contacted you about his funeral arrangements."

"That's quiet alright Mr. Potter. Daddy didn't even tell Headmaster Dumbledore who I was."

"Why? Dumbledore was one of the greatest wizards of our time. I would think that Snape would trust him with anything."

"Yes, well," Bella sat next to him in the empty chairs that had held the funeral party. "Dad didn't want to have any harm come to me. He said that I was the one thing he couldn't bare to be taken away too." Her smile was sad in recollection. "Daddy had me live in the States. I wasn't allowed to write him, though he would visit when he could. It was very hard but Mom said he had to do what he could to protect me."

"Merlin, he was married too?"

Bella smiled, a smile that could melt any heart.

"Of course. Mom was a beautiful Muggle. She passed away when I was ten of cancer."

Harry shook his head, his mind unable to handle all this.

"Bella, if you don't mind, could you start at the beginning. I am finding this a hard concept to manage. Severus Snape was married?"

"Well, my father met my mother during the summer break when he went to the States to visit some great aunt."

"Blasted old coot." growled Severus, slamming the door to the Snape mansion. He glared around, taking in the tall trees and the warm California sun on his skin. Seventeen year old Severus Snape was dressed in dark jeans, a collared shirt that wasn't button with his hands jammed into his jean pockets. "Old bat. Thinks she understands everything."

Severus began to walk down the paved driveway towards the Muggle town. His aunt, Lady Virginia Wolf Snape, had demanded that Severus spend the summer with her. The old cat had it in her head that she would be dying soon and had come to the realization that she had a grand nephew who she had never really gotten to know. She had tricked Severus's father into spending Severus to the States for his last summer holiday before going back to school.

Since day one in the Snape Mansion in northern California, Severus had been fighting every idea that came to Aunt Virginia's head. First she wanted to know everything about him, then what parts of the country he wanted to explore, and lastly, why the heck (Severus's word, not hers) he didn't have a girlfriend already. Still grumbling under his breath, Severus walked down the Muggle sidewalk, not paying attention to anything around him.

If he had been paying attention, he would of noticed the girl who had watched him come into town. She was somewhat pretty, with dark brown hair and a cute button nose. She watched Severus for a few moments before she began to causally walk towards him. Severus wasn't paying any attention so when he knocked right into the girl; he thought it was an accident.

"Ouch."

Severus blinked, seeing the Muggle girl land hard on her butt on the concrete. He blinked at the girl, who was rubbing her elbow. She was beautiful. Her curls were askew, her green sweater which made her shoulders look slender and she looked up at Severus with big blue eyes. Ocean blue eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry." Severus helped her to her feet, holding her hands in his as he stared at her. She smiled tilting her head to the side.

"You're not from around here. Britain?"

"Yes. I am from the London area, I am spending my summer holiday with my aunt."

"Your aunt? Maybe I know her."

Severus rolled his eyes. "I doubt it. The woman's crazy. Virginia Wolf—"

"I know Gina, everyone knows Gina Snape." the girl giggled. "Gina's from London originally, I should of thought of her first to be your aunt." Her giggle affected Severus in the strangest way that he forgot to think and didn't realize he was staring at her till she cleared her throat.

"My apologies... I don't recall your name."

She smiled, taking her hands out of his and brushing off nonexistent dirt from her jeans.

"That is because I didn't give it." Running a hand through her curls, she effectively drew his attention to her hair before she turned on her heel and began to walk away. It took the poor boy a moment to realize what was happening.

"Hey! What's your name? My name's Severus."

The girl was smiling as she glanced over her shoulder.

"I'm Jo. See you around Severus."

So this story has been on my laptop for a while now and I decided, what the heck, might as well share it. It's will be completed in four chapters which I will post weekly. If you have any feedback, I would love to hear it.

And yes, Virginia Wolf is after Virginia Wolf the writer and feminist who drowned herself. Though that has nothing to do with Severus's "grandma" as I am just using the name and am not foreshadowing to anything.

R&R

I hope you enjoy the story!