The Unknown Daughter

Overview: Snape has a daughter that he knew nothing about. She is the same age as Harry and she has extraordinary powers. Set in Harry's second year at Hogwarts. This is an AU Story. Snape did not love Lily romantically and it is going to be totally different from the original books/movies. Rated T for now, but rating may go up in the future, depending on where the story goes. May have implied CP in later chapters.

Chapter 1:

(A.N. Sorry for the original upload! I just read the review (thanks to actionliker for pointing it out!) that said the file was corrupted! Trying to re-upload and hoping it is correct this time! Let me know if it is still messed up! Enjoy!)

Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry looked just like it had for many years, standing through the easy and hard times as a reminder where most of the magic folk in the area had started and ended their beginning magical education. It was just a few hours until the train would arrive with the students. Most of the students would be returning for their next year of schooling but there would be the few who were just starting their journey with the school, almost all of which would be eleven years old; except for one new girl.

She would be a new student to Hogwarts yes, but she would be going into the second years group along with the famous (or infamous depending on what side of the war you had chosen) Harry Potter. There was only one person at the school who knew she would be showing up and that would be the headmaster of the prestigious school, Dumbledore. He was able to make a special exemption for her based on her situation.

But, even the great Dumbledore did not know this powerful child's true full story.

The twelve year old child in question was arriving at the school from a different way and was waiting in an unused room until the start of the feast where she would be sorted into her Hogwarts House after the first years, giving Dumbledore enough time to give her an introduction.

She was a very beautiful young child. Looking at her, most people would compare her to what the Muggles had thought up for how young witches looked in story books; long black hair, pale white skin, and almost blood red lips. The only difference between her looks and the old Muggle tales would be her nose; instead of have a long hook nose with a wart on the end, she had a very small, cute button nose which fit perfectly on her small and narrow childlike face. Despite her small stature and child's appearance making her seem small and timid, once one got a look in her eyes they would know that this was no ordinary child; the one eye that was able to be seen was dark black and seemed to hold many more years in its depth than what a young twelve year old should know. Her other eye was covered in a Muggle eyepatch that looped under her left ear and over her right temple, effectively blocking her left eye from view. Despite people wanting to ask what had happened to her other eye, one look from her deep black eye would effectively silence the inquisitive person from asking such a question and they would move the conversation along or move away and leave her alone.

She continued to sit on the empty desk, swinging her small legs back and forth, waiting for the headmaster to come get her and take her to one of the rooms behind the professors table so she would be able to hear her que to enter the room for her introductions and her sorting. She had arrived about thirty minutes prior via the headmaster's floo and he had promptly taken her to this unused room not far from his office to wait on him. Having gotten used to being left to her own devices, she had found ways to amuse herself while she waited; humming random tunes and using her over active imagination to pass the time.

But, despite her imagination, she was beginning to grow bored with waiting. She kept looking at the door to the room, willing it to finally open and the headmaster to be there to take her to the next room to wait.

Finally, after what seemed like years to the small child, the door opened. But instead of the grandfatherly headmaster standing there, it was a small boy wearing his school robes. He had disheveled dark brown, almost black hair and round glasses on his face. He seemed to be hiding from something having quickly shut the door and leaning against it, seeming to listen for something.

The small girl watched him for a few seconds before deciding that she wanted to approach this unknown boy and maybe have some fun. Without making a noise, she slid off of the desk and made her way towards the boy. Getting right up behind him but making sure not to touch him, she leaned right up next to his ear and whispered, "What are you doing?"

She never thought someone who was the same height as her could jump that high or make such a high pitched noise! Clamping her hands on her ears and backing away but not able to stop the smile or small laugh that escaped she stared at the boy and waited for him to regain some color to his face before taking her hands off her ears. It was all she could do to keep from rolling on the floor laughing at the boys shocked face! Waiting for him to seem to come back to life first, she slowly started to approach him, almost like one would approach an unknown type of animal.

"Hello," she said when she was just a few feet from him. "I didn't mean to scare you that horribly! I am sorry for that." She watched as he just kept staring at her like she might attack him at any given moment. Giving a long suffering sigh, she decided to try to start again, taking note of the way the boy seemed to get a look of recognition and confusion on his face after her sigh, almost like he had heard something like that before and not from her.

"Let me start again," she extended her small hand to him, "Hi! I'm Gwen!"

She waited for a few seconds, beginning to wonder if the boy was not going to take her offered hand before he slowly extended his own small hand and took hers. "Hello, I'm Harry; Harry Potter."

The boy seemed to be waiting for her to recognize the name or something about him, but she just dismissed it as him being known around the school or something along those lines. She began to shake his hand clasped in hers up and down before saying, "Nice to meet you 'Harry Harry Potter!' What year are you here?" She made a thoughtful face before adding, "And what or who are you hiding from?" She let go of his hand as she waited on his answers, clasping her hands behind her and rocking forward on her feet.

She noticed the slightly confused look come over his face once again before it was gone and replaced with a look of relief. 'Interesting,' she thought to herself. "Well," he began and told her he was in his second year at the school and that he had messed up and was running from his 'dreaded potions professor' who was chasing him.

Before Gwen could inquire further on what he had done, the door of the room opened again this time the headmaster stood in the archway.

"Ah, Gwen! Come along and…" he trailed off as he caught site of the other occupant of the room. "And Mr. Potter, shouldn't you be getting yourself to the feast? The first years will be arriving shortly and you should take your seat before they arrive." The boy blushed before leaving with a quick wave to Gwen and a 'Yes, Headmaster' to Dumbledore.

The Headmaster watched with a twinkle in his eye as Harry rushed off to the feast before turning back to the other young child. He smiled kindly at her before continuing, "Now then, since you seem to have made your first friend here, we had better get you to where you'll need to be so you can get sorted and make many more friends!" He ushered the excited child out of the room and down a few halls before opening another door for her. He instructed her to wait until he said 'And now,' after the sorting before she would head to the other door in the room and it would bring her out onto the stage where the professors where and she would be introduced and sorted into her house.

The Headmaster closed the door and Gwen decided to snoop around the room while keeping an ear open to what she could hear coming from the other side of the wall that held the door for to go through.

The room was not very big, but it held some interesting mismatched furniture. There was a simple wooden table to one side surrounded by fancy chairs; a few shelves that held small knick-knacks; and a wardrobe which when she opened it held what appeared to be spare robes. Not finding anything of much interest, Gwen resigned herself to standing near the door and waiting to hear the phrase that was meant for her to enter the next room.

End Chapter 1