Chronicles of the Daughter
Summary:- Snape fathers a baby girl. Adopted and raised in India, she comes back to every year to her father in England, makes friends with the Twins, travels back to the time of the Marauders and attends Hogwarts. But there is a catch, she is a squib and no one knows! She decides to, as they say, wing it! Watch as she deals with the suspicious Marauders, love-sick Rabastan/Lucius/etc., jealous Bellatrix, and annoyed Weasleys.
Prologue:-
Tuesday March 23, 1978
Time- 8:47 pm
"One more," said a rather drunk Severus Snape. The bartender looked at the drunken man and sighed. He had suggested the man stop drinking around three shots ago, but his argument had met with rather heavy abuse in return. Lord knows what the hell was wrong with the man, he thought. "Wasshh wrong?" Snape exclaimed. He staggered to his feet, his hands holding tightly to the counter in front of him, "The luurve of ma life jussht maahried the man I hate mossht in the entire world! And you ashh..k me, wassh wrong? You shtupid muggle!" he gulped down the other shot handed to him by the bartender, "Oh, Lily. Why…" The man looked on the verge of collapsing, from grief or drinks, the bartender had no idea. Maybe another woman would be better, like that black-haired woman who too looked like she was dying from grief over there in the other corner, he thought. "Right, you are! Another woo..man!" Could he read minds? "Reading minds, rubbish! Leghli—legli—Lezlie—what was it!" but nonetheless he staggered down to the corner where the other woman was sitting, grieving.
"Get away from me, you muggle freak! I'll curse you so bad…" and the woman broke down crying. She wiped her tears instantly as a stick thing was thrust in front of her. A wand? A wizard!
"Lisshen…one night. I need to grieve…you need to waeva…no shtrings." The woman looked thoughtful. Eric, you cheated on me, she thought, I will show you. She nodded, and wrapped her arms around the man in front of her. She didn't care what his name was, who he was. It didn't matter to her if he was one of those freak supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Right now, he would be her Eric. They both exited the bar and he apparated her to what she thought his house was. She knew this place. Right on the left, if she remembered correctly, was a children's playground, and little shops. Spinner's End. But all thoughts left her as he started kissing her neck. She pushed him away and took out her wand. Whispering out a glamour charm, she transformed his image. Brown hair, blue eyes, and small dimples on the corner of his mouth. She nearly cried.
"Eric," she whispered. Severus seemed to understand his image had been changed and took out his own wand in return. The woman in front of him was his pseudo-Lily. Red hair, grass green eyes, and freckles splattered on the nose- 17. He touched her hair unable to believe himself. His Lily was here, in front of him. She hadn't left him for that Potter. He kissed her, hard enough to induce a gasp out of her. God, he loved her. Tonight, she was his.
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Sunday May 5, 1978
Time-2:13 pm
Severus Snape scowled and bit back a curse, right about to leave his lips. Didn't those idiot muggle neighbors understand that they should leave-him-alone! He nearly managed to create an explosion in his lab. The Dark Lord could call for him any minute and he had to be ready with the potion. He quickly took out a ladle and poured out the perfect potion into three separate vials. Putting unbreakable charms on them for safety, he stomped over to the door as the door bell rang for the third time. He swung in open and saw a black haired woman on his doorstep.
"May I help you, madam?" he spoke through his gritted teeth which seemed to make the already tense woman even more nervous. Good, he thought, maybe now they would understand that Severus Snape liked his privacy. The woman fiddled with her shirt and looked up at him.
"Do you know who I am?" Dumb woman! What the hell was wrong with her? If he knew her, well either she would be invited inside wouldn't she? He felt like cursing her until she admitted the grass was blue and the sky green. He shook his head. Why was he being so polite? "Um…two months ago, in Fluid Bar. March…23th?" 23th March. The day he died. The day Lily got married to that…jerk! He remembered drinking. And then dreams of Lily and him…oh.
"You were Li…the red-haired woman that night." She quickly nodded her head.
"I wanted you to know…that I….that night I…"
"Spit it out, woman!"
"I am pregnant," she managed to stammer out. Severus was struck speechless. Of all the things he had imagined her to say, this was not one of them! What? A baby…was it even his?
"Kindly then go and tell the others whom you warm beds for, because it cannot possibly be mine." No, that was right. He was not entitled to a family. Not if it was not with his Lily. This woman had to be lying. The woman gasped, and her eyes started to water. Severus rolled his eyes. Women!
She shook her head, "I have never slept with anyone other than you from that day forth…you are the father. I think…marriage…" was this woman daft?!
"Listen, you tramp. That night we both agreed to no strings attached. Now it is not my fault that you decided to get pregnant. Drop the child. Birth it and leave it in the trashcan! I don't care, you slut. Leave me be!" Severus went on a rampage when she even suggested he live without his Lily. What did she think of….oh god! It burnt. The Dark Lord was calling him.
"Please, you don't understand! I cannot keep this child without marriage. My parents, the society! I…"
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to spread your legs for every second person on the streets. Now leave. I do not want anything to do with you or your sin!" he shut the door on her face and rushed over to the basement. Grabbing the vials and quickly dressing in his Death Eater garments, Severus silently apparated out to Little Hangleton.
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Friday December 13, 1978
Time- 9:29 am.
The woman let out one last gasp and her head rolled onto her side. She was dead. Instead she had left behind a little joy. The elderly nurse coddled the crying infant girl in her arms and washed her in warm water. The baby's mother had died before she could tell of the father and the baby's name. She then took her out to the observatory and placed her in one of the cots. Baby Girl. That was her name for now. The nurse- Anna- thought the baby was the cutest little angel she had seen in a while now. Her dark hair and dark eyes that seemed so innocent. And the little lips that pouted, and her nose that expanded slightly before she let out a heart-breaking wail. The girl would in two or three days time, soon be placed in a state-run orphanage. She rushed back to the doctor and the patient and started cleaning up the operation theatre.
"So, Sister Anna. What do you think about the baby's name?" Dr. Connor said. Anna looked at the young doctor questioningly. "I mean we must name the child before we place it in an orphanage, or they do it anyway. Would you like to name the child?" Anna smiled. Dr. Connor knew that she was a spinster and had always dreamed of having children. Well, she always thought that her own name, thought quite common was very pretty, and if she had to name her own daughter, it would be-
"Annalise. Baby Girl Annalise." Dr. Connor smiled and filed out the baby's birth certificate. Annalise. Born- December 13th, 1978. Time- 9:28 pm.
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Thursday July 9, 1981
Time- 5:34 pm
"And please sign these papers and you can officially take Annalise home," the matron at the St. Jude's Orphanage said smilingly at the young Indian couple. They had come into three months ago to adopt a baby with their five year old daughter in tow and had chosen the little Annalise to take home with them. Annalise was now 2 years and around 7 months old. There were so many kids at the orphanage that they could not take care of each one of them personally and so she was so very glad that Annalise had been adopted so she could fully receive the love and affection she deserved, that each one of these kids deserved. The official signing and every formality was done. She rang for her helper- Louisa and asked her to bring in Annalise. The young toddler had grown quite familiar with the young couple and their daughter who doted on Anna.
Two minutes later, Louisa came in holding hands with Little Anna. Anna squealed seeing the young couple and dashed over to the man who flung the young girl into the air, making her squeal in delight. He grabbed her in a tight hug with his left hand and with his right arm, pulled his wife and child in. the little family was now complete. The matron choked back her own tears and rubbed them away with the back of her hand.
"Will you be changing her name?" The man and the woman simultaneously nodded. They looked at each other and seemed to reach a consensus.
"Vaishnavi- the daughter of the Gods. Vaishnavi Annalise Kapoor," the woman declared. Vaishnavi it is.