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Dearest Severus,

Since you are receiving this letter,I am sad to say I have passed away. But before you grieve or ignore me, as i think that is more or likely what you'll do, please listen to me. To put it simply Severus, someone needs to take care of our daugther, and before you flip out, listen, She knows you exist. I am so sorry for not telling you about her, but Severus, Merlin knows you shouldn't be near children, ever. But now I am afraid i have no other choice. Take care of her, and love her.

-Sincerly with Love

Henrietta

Severus must have read the letter over about 70 times since he had recived it the previous morning. Dumbledore had personally delievered it to the dungeons the day before Christmas break. The child was to arrive Christmas Eve, Severus was a little less than thrilled to say the least. Oh how dare that old bitch never tell him about having a child. Setting the letter down Severus sighed, he was never going to be ready for this.

A few thousand miles away Charalotte Riens packed her suitcase quietly. Salty tears streamed down her face. She had never handled change well, and honestly Charalotte was neverous to meet her father. She had seen pictures, but you can only tell so much from a picture. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school she was to attend and where her father worked, was to fetch her the next morning, Christmas Eve. To say the least she was less than thrilled.

A loud thump from the fireplace, was the sound Charalotte woke up to the next morning. She had spent the night at her friend's house, but fell roughly asleep on the couch the night before. Still dazed with sleep Charalotte, mistaken the figure in the fireplace as Saint Nic himself. Untill reality brought her back to her senses.

"Ms.Riens? I presume." Dumbledore spoke in a kind yet strict tone. One that caught Charalotte off guard. "I asume you have your things packed, Im afraid we don't have time for a proper good bye, but there is much too do before meeting your father. Of course you understand?" He asked without really asking only letting the girl nod before he continued."So now you have flooed before?"Again she nodded."Perfect let us go to the Leaky Caldron then shall we?" The old man's bright blue eyes sparked, and her handed her a fist full of floo powder, and off they went to Diagon Alley.

A crisp chill was in the air, as they walked out of the Leaky Caldron and a light snowfall was dancing down apon them. Professor Dumbledore's head titled downwards to the young girl, and smiled as she watched the snowflakes dance. He interuped, "You have much of what you need for school, The only thing would be a new set of robes and of course a gift for your father?" Her father? Charalotte had never met the man how in Merlin was she supossed to buy a gift for him. Dumbledore saw the look on her face. "...we might only have time for the robes, It's nearly five and we are to meet your father at 6:30..."Charalotte's face eased up, she was much more pleased with this plan.

Trying on robes did not take as much time as expected. The robes only had to be taken in at the waist, which only took a matter of seconds. They walked out of the shop within fifteen mintues. Charalotte and the Professor had made light conversation, yet nothing to hype about. Mostly they talked about the school, and only a mintue was about the man she was about to meet.She couldn't really call him a father, he wasn't very father like to her atleast, No he was just a man she was going to meet and nothing more.

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Sorry for the shortness. It needed to be its own chapter, next one will be up soon.

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