"What makes you think that this child is mine?" A deep baritone spat, looking down at an obviously scared child – a little girl to be precise. At just two years old she didn't understand that her mother had been killed in a car accident.
Severus Snape had only had sexual relations with two women, one a Muggle and the other a witch. Judging from this little girl's characteristics – she had his dark eyes with tiny flecks of her mother's deep sapphire blue eyes, glossy black curls and healthy pale skin – and the way her mother died, he expected the toddler's mother to be the muggle.
A female's voice broke the professor from his thoughts, "I assure you she is your daughter Mr Snape. We have done tests confirming this."
"I want to see the results." He ordered, almost angrily.

Twenty minutes prior to this conversation, Severus was sitting in his living room in his Spinner's End home, reading a potions journal. When the knock came at the door, he grumbled slightly, standing up and walking through the hallway and to the front door. Discretely holding his wand at the ready, he opened the door, answering it with a sullen sneer that would ward off any first year… or hopefully the person that had sought to disturb his personal time. Instead, he was greeted with a professional smile of a young blonde haired witch, cradling a little girl to her hip, the child's glossy, black curls covering the woman's shoulders.

"Hello, Mr Snape I would presume? I am Belinda from Social Services, may I come in?" She asked, smiling at him with a smile that would have any man swooning… but not Severus Snape, he just frowned at her, giving her his most frightening glare.
"Your presumption would be correct. No you may not come in. Now what do you want? " He snapped, earning a slight whimper from the child.
"I wish to inform you, Mr Snape, that this child is your daughter. Her mother passed away in a car accident. A woman by the name of Imogen Butler, you do know her, do you not?"

Of course he knew her, how could he forget? Sapphire blue eyes that glittered in the light, long dark brown hair that curled into ringlets and beautiful pale skin with a light smattering of freckles across her nose. Imogen Butler, from Green Lanes in London, his first Muggle sexual relation. He figured that she would be on the pill or something so didn't bother worrying about contraception. Foolish… Very foolish indeed.

"Mr Snape…. Mr Snape?" He could hear a voice breaking him from his thoughts, an annoying voice.
Coming back to reality, he glared at her, annoyed when she kept smiling.
"Yes?" He drawled silkily.
"She is your daughter, is she not?" The woman asked again.

Which is where he was now – Looking at test results proving that he is the child's father. He was her father… He looked at the frightened little girl clinging to the Social Services lady. She looked eager to hand her over to him.

"Are you able to take her now? If you don't she will end up in an orphanage. " She told him, almost impatiently, not-so subtly looking at her watch.
Thinking about how withdrawn Tom Riddle became in an orphanage almost made Snape shiver, even if this child wasn't his he couldn't let it go to an orphanage. They were cruel, dirty places, especially for young girls.
"I can take her now…." He grumbled, looking at his child.

Almost as quickly as she could, she handed him the light, skinny and probably malnourished child. The light weight felt odd in his arms as he looked awkwardly at the young toddler. She was probably no more than eighteen months old.
"What is her name, date of birth, allergies and blood-type?" Severus asked, wanting to know the necessities before he took the child under his wing.
"It is all in the folder I have right…" Belinda pulled out her wand and discretely cast Engorgio on a folder and the toddler's Pooh Bear overnight bag. "Here." She finished, handing him the folder and the bag.

"I must go now, Mr Snape. Good day." The witch nodded before running to a dark alley way and disapparating with a loud resounding 'crack'.

Looking back down at the young child he sighed shakily and loudly. He hadn't been this stressed since the Final Battle, and that was over two years ago. Silently cursing, Snape closed his front door and stalked back to the living room, plopping the slumbering child onto the sofa. Taking another long look at the girl he frowned angrily and stormed to the fireplace, taking some floo powder and calling into the Headmistress' office.
"Minerva, it is urgent. Come right through."

It hadn't been two minutes and Minerva McGonagall was standing in his living room, dusting herself of in a very lady-like manner. She hadn't aged at all since the battle, considering all the stress from rebuilding the castle and whatnot.

"What is it Severus? You said it was urgent. Is something wrong?" Her thick Scottish accent was back and it calmed him slightly.
"That." He told her, pointing straight at the sleeping toddler.
Minerva gasped softly, clapping a hand over her mouth.
"Severus… Is she?" Being tongue-tied was rare for the Headmistress, but when it happened, it meant that things were bad. Incredibly bad.
"Yes… I think so… Yes." He murmured, almost inaudibly as he averted his gaze, looking at the walls lined with books.
"Her name?"
"I… Don't know." He sighed, visibly traumatised as he went to the folder that the social services lady gave him.
Name: Annaliese Rose Butler
Date of Birth: 9th June 1999
Blood Type: O-
Blood Status: Half-blood
Allergies: None
YOU WILL FIND THE FOLLOWING IN ANNALIESE'S BAG:
- A small plush dog by the name of Taska.
-A thick woollen blanket (her mother made it)
- Diapers
-Clothes
-Several toys.

Severus scanned the page for more words , hoping that there might be instructions on how to parent a toddler. He was used to teenagers, but a toddler was a completely different story.

/Did you like it? Please let me know. Hermione will be introduced later on, but I just want to know whether or not I should keep going…
Thanks for the support!