This is Part One. Part two should be done soon~

She knew he was her father. She had gotten a letter from her mother
explaining it. And now she was confused, angry, hurt and weirded out. But
who is she? She is Harrietta Potter, the girl-who-still-lives. And the
snarky old dungeon bat, Professer Snape was her father. She wished it was
all a joke, but alas it was not. Her mother had made sure she would get it
in case she died before she could tell anyone the truth. It was all there
in print. no denying the truth. She had tried all types of spells. Mabye it
was all fake. Someone was playing a very very cruel joke on her, if it
wasn't real. A very cruel joke. And, to make her day even more better, fate
decided to make her next class was Potions. She got up, and grabbed her
stuff. Through out the class, she observed him, carefully. Her potion was
perfect, one a Potions master would normally make on a daily basis. But the
Professor still made fun of it. It was one shade lighter than supposed to
be. And he said that to her, sneering. She stirred in a frog heart, and it
turned the right color. "Like this, sir?" She asked, patiently. He looked
at her, and growled."Trying to be a teachers pet, Potter?" He spat out, and
something in him exploded. Maybe it was the pressure of being a spy for the
Light. Or maybe it was that he was just having a bad day. But the thing he
said next would change her future, forever. " You will never be mine, no
matter how great your pathetic potions are. You are just a dissapointment.
No parent would ever want you." Even the Slytherins stopped jeering. This
was a bit too far, even for the old bat. She sat there, unmoving. The bell
rung, and she sat there, still staring into space, tears threatening to
fall any moment. Malfoy approached, and he whispered "I'm...I'm sorry about
him. I'm sure he didn't mean it." And, as if he couldn't believe he had said
that, which he didn't, he slowly walked away. But as she murmured a faint
"Thank you", so faint Draco almost missed it, he smiled. Harry Potter slowly gathered her things, and shot
one more look at the professor. He caught it, and spat out "What, Mrs.
Potter?" She looked at him before asking, quietly "Did you really mean what
you said? That I'm just a dissapointment. That no parent would ever want
me?" He looked at her eyes, Lily's eyes, and made the greatest mistake of
his life. "Yes." He said, sneering at her. She felt one tear fall down her
face, looked at the ground, and said , almost inaudible, "You're right."
If his hearing wasn't as acute as it was, he might have missed it. He knew
he had made a huge, huge mistake. Where was the boldness, the audacity,
arrogance he knew...no not knew, expected from the girl? He couldn't have
been wrong, could he? No he was never wrong. He sighed. There was the
hypocrisy he expected from Potters kin, not himself. He looked up, wanting
to say...to apologize to the girl. But all he saw was a paper, with a
familiar font. It was...no it couldn't be. It was! Lily! He almost
screamed. He snatched up the paper, and looked at it. Was this a cruel
joke? Maybe Potter forged it. No...how would she forge the signature? And
how world she know that she had loved her. And still did. Plus this seemed a
much crueler thing than anyone, even the Weasley menaces, sorry twins, could
ever do, never mind Potter. Convinced he picked up the paper, and quickly
read the letter, at the same time, soaking up Lily's handwriting.
Dearest Harriett, or Harry as an annoying James calls you (Severus frowned
at this. Why did it say James, and not your daddy or father or dad?)
You can assume I'm dead now. No, let's just say I'm dead. Otherwise, I'd be
explaining this to you in person. I am very sorry to write this, especially in a letter! But I must write this, and hurriedly as I fear that Voldemort will go after you, me and James. Now, I'm sure you are now a very smart girl. You must have noticed that I wrote James, and not your father. That is because, straightforwardly I must say, he is not. He is not your father. I love James, but I have made some mistakes. Everyone makes them, and I hope you will not hold this against me. I got drunk, one night after a small fight with your fath-sorry, James, so small, I can't even remember what the argument was about. I got drunk, and met up with a man of the past. His name is Severus Snape. I'm sure you know him as 'the dungeon bat' or 'the greasy git' or another name. He was never well-liked. I'm sure you know about the cycle of life now. How people get pregnant, I hope at least. I'm sorry, this is no time for humor...so, I'll admit it now. I did have sex with your real father, Severus Snape. It was because of one night, that James and I got a little bit intoxicated. We fought about some trivial little thing, about something I can't even remember now. I was upset, because I had stopped seeing Severus, to be with your father. I thought James would be the knight in shining armor, the one who'd sweep me off my feet, and we'd live the happiest life together. It was my first fight, with said prince. I couldn't believe that Severus was right. He was a git. Don't get me wrong, I love James, but he does have his faults. Anyway, when I saw your father, I couldn't help but think that this was the perfect way to get back at him. He deserved it in my mind, and I didn't use my brain, even though I am quite bright. The next morning, I woke up with a blasting headache, and in the arms of Severus Snape. I panicked. I cast Obliviate on him, after I put my clothes back on, and took all my belongings. All he needs to remember a single word, and that is a name of a muggle park, where we first meet. I have told James about my horrible mistake. He has forgiven me, seeing as he too had slept with someone to take off the pressure. That insufferable git. But, after I had told him, I felt sick. For about a week, I kept feeling sick, and throwing up. Then I missed my period. I had it about a month ago, and I was always early. I took a pregnancy test, and it turned out that I was pregnant with you. You were born because of a mistake, but many people were. You were the only reason I didn't obliviate myself. I love you Harrietta Severus Snape, your true name, and so does James, even if you are 'the slimy git's' spawn (James's quote) Stay safe, my sunshine
~y\our mother, Lily Evans Potter

(Harry Potters POV)
She stood, upon the Astronomy was remembering this muggle song
she had once listened to. It was called something like Against All Odds.
She didn't know the artist, yet she really didn't think it would matter.
She slowly began to sing this very song.
How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me,
when all I can do is watch you leave
Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
She chocked up, but kept singing.
So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that's what I've got to
face.
Now there was a knot in her throat and tears were flooding her vision,
along with all her memories.
At the Dursley's, no one wanted her. They never forced her to do endless
chores as they used to, or suffer the endless beating either. But they made
snide remarks about her being alone, and never bought her anything new, or
took her anywhere. They never showed her any love, or even pretended to care. They had never touched her,even when punishing her, and
always told her what kind of a freak she was. She was a witch now,
officially. Her parents were dead, her 'best friends' hadn't even asked if
she was okay. They were to busy with themselves. Luna and Ginny were best
friends and she felt weird inturupting them. Of course she had had a very,
very, very, VERY small crush on Draco Malfoy...okay she still had
one...FINE, it's a huge crush! But he was only being sympathetic to her
in Potions class. And her own father had told her himself that she was a
huge dissapointment. His words were ringing in her ears.
"You are just a dissapointment. No parent would ever want you." And, when
he asked her about if he really meant that, he had said yes. They were
alone. There was nothing to prove to anyone about his loyalties to
Dumbledore. She wasn't stupid, of course she knew about Snape being a
deatheater, and him spying for the Headmaster. She was a teenager, still
considered a child, but not stupid. She was very intelligent. She had
gotten 12 OWLS, more that Hermione course she didn't tell her that,
but she saw no need to.
She tried to come up with good memories, but found only 3. The first one
was of her parents. She was 1 years old, and they were playing with her.
She was zooming on a broom Uncle Padfoot had bought her, and her
parents...or at least her mother and James were chasing her around the
house. When they caught her, they grabbed her, and tickled her until she
was giggling really hard. Her mother kissed the top of her head, and James
ruffled her hair, talking about what a great Quiditch player she was going
to be, and how she'd kick those slimy snake's butt. She smiled softly at
that one, barely wondering how she was able to remember it, since she was
an infant. But now, Sirius was gone. As were her paren-her mom and James.

The second one of course was when Hagrid had told her she was a witch, and taken her to Diagon Alley. The last one wasn't meeting her

'friends' as they had started ignoring her lately. It was this last memory
of Draco Malfoy apologizing for her fathers behavior just now. Sorta sad,
but she still smiled at it. Feeling better, she started singing the rest
of the song.
I wish I could just make you turn around,
turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, cos there's just an empty space

But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now, cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've gotta take

Take a look at me now.
She blinked away the tears. Then smiled, evilly. She then performed a very
difficult spell, one which some adult wizards and witches couldn't do, which
turned her memories into writing. She split the book she got. One for the
lovebirds, one for the Headmaster, and one for her father. These were the
ones that would make them feel very, very sorry. Then she did one for
Draco. This was the only good one there. Her Professors were neutral,
except for Snape, and Hagrid...well, she supposed she should leave him
something good too. She didn't even bother with the Dursley's one. They
didn't care, in the littlest bit about her, and she didn't about them. Then
she put a spell on them, so only the people she addressed it to could read
it. There was also the matter of the will, and all her possessions. She
decided to give almost everything to Draco Malfoy, and 20% of her money to
be split with her Professors, including Snape, but Hagrid would get
5% extra percent, so being the one who always comforted her, if they swore a wizards oath
that they would use the money for only themselves, not fighting the Dark
Lord, because she really didn't care anymore about anything. She left the
pictures of her parents, or at least Lily to her father. She also said
that Draco Malfoy got almost all her money, so that it would help his cause. She sent that
list, after signing it, and adding a drop of blood to the paper, with
Hedwig to Gringotts. The Goblins would take care of everything. They were
very trustworthy. Plus they would get 1% of every thing. Then, she wrote a letter to Voldemort, telling
him of her actions, and telling him not to kill Hedwig, and to keep her. Just a little
revenge, she thought, smirking inwardly.