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Severus Snape was just informed that is ex-fiancée had a daughter, and he was the father. So now he stood at the funeral of Emmeline Vance, dressed in his usual black attire, his shadow locks pulled into a ponytail. He looked over the coffin and saw a little girl with long curly dark chestnut hair, chocolate eyes, wearing a grey sundress with a black trench coat and dark grey flats. She crying for the mother that cared for her, loved her, probably read to her every night; that she'll never get back. In her hands held a white rose, and a story book.
She walked up to the coffin the same time he did; then laid the items on the coffin, as he pulled out an old photo of Emmeline and him, it was during their sixth year, they were laying by the Black Lake. The little girl looked at him then the photo then let out a gasp.
"You knew my mommy?" she asked in awe.
He crouched down to her height then flashed her, a small smile, "Yes, she was the love of my life."
"She told me that my daddy was the love of her life. Mister are you my daddy?" she hoped.
Severus pulled her into an embrace and answered with a nod. She just let out a storm of tears. He kissed the crown of her head. He didn't know what to do, he has a child that he doesn't know, and she was crying. He looked up when there was a tap on his shoulder, to see Robert Nott and the rest of the Nott family.
"Sev, you are alright?" Rob asked him.
"No Rob, I'm not," he answered sincerely.
As he said that the little girl in his arms just nuzzled his neck with her head, while squeezing him tighter. Severus picked the little girl up as he stood up, and then began walking towards Emmeline's mother Barbara. Barbara swiftly reached for the girl.
"Now sweet girl, stop that," Barbara shushed bouncing her up and down on her hip.
"B-but Nana, mommy is gone!" she wept.
"Little one, she's not gone," Severus told her.
"Then where is s-she?" she question through her sniffles.
Severus pulled her back into his arms then placed his colorless hand over her heart then whispered, "She's in your heart."
"Severus Snape, never thought I'll see the day you hold a child," a sinister voice said behind them; causing him to swiftly turn around to find himself looking at Molly Weasely, her face screening disgust.
"Not now Weasely," he spat.
"What's wrong? You and your bastard child are shit!" she darkly chuckled.
"Ma'am, you are rude," his daughter mumbled.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Molly screeched.
"H-hermione Eileen Snape," Hermione answered.
"Leave, Weasel!" Robert Nott ordered holding his 12 inch dark oak wand to her neck. .
Molly Weasely snarled, pushed Robert onto the ground, with a dark chuckle then aprrated. Robert shoved off the offense, while walking over to Severus and Hermione.
"Hi Miss Snape, my name is Robert Alexander Nott," Robert said holding out his hand.
Expecting Hermione to shake the offered like anyone else but instead she whispered for Severus to be let down then walked over to Barbara Vance, only to be picked back up. Barbara waved Severus over to them.
"Sev, I can't take care of Hermione, I'm old, and I know you probably have better things to do then become a father, I mean rather act like one, because you already a father. But it would do us all good if you took care of her. She's a shy little thing, but has the biggest heart, she's also is a bookworm for only being four," Barbara rambled.
"Barbara, I'll love the chance at taking care of Hermione," he answered, "If she'll have me."
Hermione looked up to him then flashed a tiny smile with a nod. She reached out towards her father, buried her head into his neck, and then gently placed her arms around his neck.
"Sweet girl, are you going to sleep?" Barbara asked Hermione.
"Mhmm….long day…sleepy…daddy…home," Hermione murmured before going to sleep, hugging Severus tighter.
"W-what do I need to take care of my little girl?" Severus asked Barbara.
"Follow me to my house."
So he did. They used the nearest floo to arrive to the Vance Manor. Immediately he was circled around with photos of Hermione and Emmeline, some of them were just Hermione.
"Can I keep a few of these?" he asked, earning him a nod.
He followed her into a room that looked amazing. The walls were an teal color, beige carpet, a mini light brown desk, blue dressers, a little bed with all different shades of blue, and a chestnut brown bookshelf half-way filled.
"Set her down on her bed," Barbara told him waiting outside the door.
But when he went to lay her down, Hermione gripped his neck tighter not letting go.
"No daddy, you nap too," she murmured.
"Sweet pea, I'll come back," Severus whispered but her gripped remained.
"No! Please stay or sing me a lullaby?" Hermione begged.
"I don't know one," he answered laying them both down on her bed, with is feet dangling off the edge.
"Just try," she muttered kicking off her shoes as he did the same.
"Ok."
He began to sing an old song that his mother used to sing.
"Sleep tight
Sleep tight
Close your little eyes
Because when you do a new life comes around
Dreams cloud the mind
Dreams full of books
And potions
Sleep tight
Sleep tight
Just rest your pretty little eyes," he sung.
"Daddy, that's a pretty song," she hummed before going to sleep.
"I'll be right back," he said softly kissing her forehead.
He completely forgot that Barbara was even there until she cleared her throat and just followed her around collecting the needed things for his daughter. When he returned to Hermione's room, she was still asleep; so he went around packing of her clothes, books, and little toys that she did have. He went over to wake her when Barbara shook her head no. Therefore, he just picked her up then used the floo to go home. He laid her down on his bed, transfiguring her clothes into a big grey t-shirt; pulling his cobalt sheets up. Then walked into the room connected to his then began to work on his little girls' room.