October 31, 1981 Severus Snape entered the house at Godric's Hollow to find death and despair. He steps over James's body to find Lily's. After mourning the love of his life, he calms young Harry and then leaves the room. He enters the room across the hall to find a sleeping infant; just barely two months old. Snape picks the baby up and then Disapperates from the room. The process of Apperating to his home wakes the child and she cries.
"Hush, Lizzie," Snape mutters trying to calm the child. "You are safe. Its just you and me now."
Ten years later, Severus Snape watches his red haired, green eyed daughter do her math paper. It was August 31, 1991; the night before Harry Potter, Lizzie's brother, would arrive at Hogwarts.
"You can't tell him Lizzie," Snape says breaking the silence.
Lizzie, having been told this for the two years of her, didn't even flinch and continued working on her math. "I know Dad."
"You don't understand Elizabeth, you are," Severus didn't finish his sentence as his 'daughter' cut him off.
"Lucky. I know. I can't tell him. He can't know who I am. Nobody knows about me or I would be dead." Lizzie, who would be ten the next day, said this with a little sass in her voice. This response had been conditioned into her for practically her whole life.
Snape, not appreciating the sass sneered at Lizzie for half a second, before remembering she was not one of his students rather his adopted daughter and that he didn't need to punish her for her sass. "Finish your math and then get ready for bed. Its a busy day tomorrow."
Hearing that Lizzie got her hopes up just a little. "Are we going to go do something tomorrow?"
Knowing she meant for her birthday, Severus shook his head. "You know we can't. Not with the students arriving. We will go to Hogsmade this weekend."
Lizzie's smile disappeared and she returned to her math. "Okay."
Snape stood up from the little table in Lizzie's room. "I will be in my office if you need me. I'll be in to check on in in forty five minutes." While Snape was not a 'lovey' or 'emotional' father he did always tuck Lizzie in at night.
Lizzie nodded and continued her math. When she was finished she put on her pajamas, brushed her teeth and got into bed. Snape returned shortly after.
"Are you warm enough?" Lizzie nodded from under her four blankets. "Teeth brushed?"
"Yes."
"Well then, good night Lizzie."
"Night Dad." Snape then turned off Lizzie's light and left the room.
The following afternoon, Lizzie watched from a staircase as the students entered the school and then into the Great Hall for the welcome feast. She waved to the few older Hufflepuff students who liked to play with her in between their classes. Growing up in the castle wasn't as great as some thought. Lizzie had no children her own age to play with and didn't attend classes either, so she spent most of her days alone. It was nice when some of the students wanted to play with her; most students didn't like her just because they didn't like her dad.
Lizzie waited on the stairs until the first years came into the entry hall. She waited for her first glimpse of Harry. Although she couldn't tell who he was, she knew he was there somewhere as she could hear the murmuring about 'Harry Potter'. Lizzie grinned and the ran down the stairs and into the Great Hall to watch the sorting.
Lizzie sat with at the Hufflepuff table like she did most of the time. She didn't particularly like the Slytherin students, even though everyone thought she should. She had always thought of herself as more of a Hufflepuff than anything else. When the first years came in the room went silent. Everyone watched as the students filed in and where sorted.
When Harry's name was called up, Lizzie shifted in her seat to kneel on the bench so she could see him better. Harry's sorting seemed to take longer than anyone else's and Lizzie began to chew on her lip. When Harry was sorted, the Gryffindor table exploded into cheers as Harry joined their ranks. From where she was sitting, Lizzie could see Harry. His eyes where green; just like hers.
Lizzie stay mostly out of the way for the next week, that was until she knew that Harry had potions. She stood in a side corridor and watched as the students enter Professor Snape's classroom. She just barely saw Harry and Ron Weasley enter the classroom. It wasn't enough for her. She wanted to to see more. That was when she decided to do the one thing she was never suppose to do; Disrupt one of her father's classes.
She took a deep breath and then ran into the classroom; right up to the front where Snape stood teaching. The room went silent and everyone watched to see what Snape would do.
"Elizabeth," Snape grumbled looking down at his daughter. "What are you doing here?"
"I..." Lizzie stammered. "Thought you didn't have a class right now." Lizzie turned her head to look at the whole class, finally finding Harry in the front and locking eyes with him.
Snape sneered at Lizzie. "Go back to the library. We will talk about this later."
Lizzie nodded and mumbled "Yes sir," before rushing from the room.
That night, after dinner Lizzie and Severus sat in his office. "You can't do that Elizabeth."
"I know. I don't know why I did it." Lizzie looked down at her lap and twisted her fingers together.
"I think we both know why you did it," Snape said, grabbing Lizzie's chin and making her look at him.
"I just wanted to see him again."
"Then find other ways. You can't be disrupting mine, or anyone else's class. If you do it again there will be consequences."
"So I'm not in trouble?" Lizzie asked this, with a half pout, half smile.
"You will be spending the next week with Mrs. Prince. We both know she won't let you get away so easily." Snape said this firmly, so Lizzie would know that there was no arguing with him.
"Yes, sir," she said with a flat tone to avoid any other consequences.
"Get ready for bed. We are still going to Hogsmade in the morning." Lizzie grin and then skipped from the room.
