Birthday Wishes
Summary: Another Snape has a daughter fic. Follows DH, and I tried to keep characters as close to canon as possible. My first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic. Please read & review. Thanks .
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, except for Helen and Ariana Adler .Too bad really; I'd give Snape a much happier ending ;). This follows the Madame Pince/Eileen Prince theory.
Chapter One: Violets in the Snow
This was always the worst time of the year for her, Madame Pince thought as she climbed the hill near the shrieking shack her heart as desolate as the landscape around her. She always knew how old her son was- if he'd lived; Severus would've been 43 this year. She'd allowed her library assistant to take over for the afternoon, so she could make her lonely trek dwelling on all the turns her life had taken and the day she'd lost everything when her son, her only child, had been taken from her. Clutching the flowers to her chest Madame Irma Pince made her way to the lonely gravesite by the shack as she carefully placed the flowers by the headstone she whispered "Happy Birthday, Severus."
Madame Pince turned to leave before the charm wore off and her violets froze like the landscape around them and as she turned, a movement caught her eye. A small girl of around five or six was coming in to the gravesite "Here, Mummy?" asked the child as she came through the gate, where the hat of her coat caught on a branch and pulled off her head. For Madame Pince, the world stopped as the little girl turned around and she saw that the little girl was the image of her son. Behind the little girl, a woman with dark red hair approached, calling ahead " Yes, here slow down, Ariana," Irma Pince looked hard at the girl's mother, and remembered seeing the woman with Severus during the last years of his life and at his funeral. As Irma Pince looked and remembered, the memory of a suspicion flashed through her mind a closer look at the little girl and she could see that the girl had her mother's nose and dark blue eyes like the violets that had been left at Severus' grave. "Ooh, you left flowers," came the voice of the little girl from the left as she took off her scarf, wrapped it around the flowers and smiled up at Irma Pince saying "There, now they won't get cold."
Madame Pince opened her mouth to reply and tell the child the flowers would be all right, but as she did the air left her lungs, the world turned on its axis and with one last look towards the little girl who was the image of her son, Irma Pince's world went dark as she fainted for the first time in her life.
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