Title: Like Her Daddy

Author: PrinceofQuidditch

Characters/Pairings: Severus/Daughter Jay/Wife Lily

Rating: K

Warnings: Adorableness within a Slytherin family

Summary: This is a little story I came up with one day before taking a nap. It's before Harry goes to Hogwarts and is very AU.

Disclaimer: Lily and Jay are my own characters, but J.K Rowling owns Snape.

Author's Note: Enjoy a small part of the little world I've created within the amazing world Ms. Rowling wrote about.

"She's glaring at me." "She's four. She hasn't learned how to glare yet, Sev." Severus Snape was watching his four year old daughter glare at him with narrowed eyes. Shaking his head while not breaking eye contact with the toddler, he replied, "No, she hates me." Lillian, his wife of five years, sighed before looking up from her lesson plans for the up and coming school year. She removed her rectangular reading glasses and glanced down at her feet that were resting in her husband's lap, unmassaged. Wearing heels on a daily basis wasn't any problem for her, having done so since her last few years at Hogwarts, and had quite the collection that most women would die for. Galleons were spent often to ensure that her nails were constantly painted and were in prime condition. If she wore close toed shoes then that would be money wasted. The only drawback to wearing overpriced heels would be the occasional foot ache; something a certain husband could easily take care of. Once he realized that his daughter was not, in fact, glaring at him like one of his students.

"Nonsense, Jay won't start hating you until she's a teenager." Lily's smirk could rival the well-known Professor Snape smirk that irritated anyone it was directed towards, growing up a Malfoy has helped grow said smirk, but it was ignored by the distracted man. "You teach all year. Maybe she's forgotten who you are." The blonde woman offered up with a roll of her eyes while returning to the piece of parchment she held. Lily decided to let Severus handle this new "problem".

Severus' eyebrows came together in a glare of his own directed towards his young daughter. He had nearly set his jaw in preparation for a drawn out staring contest between a grown man and a child when Lily's words registered with him. "You teach all year as well. Why is she singling me out?" In one swift movement, Severus had removed himself from the worn couch and stood over his brown haired daughter, leaving his wife's feet where he previously sat. Jay's piercing blue eyes followed the path of her father and rested on his hooked nose, slim fingers placed green and black building blocks on a wood floor, and a sigh could be heard from the now ignored Mrs. Snape as she watched the interaction between father and daughter. "The intimidating Professor Snape stance will surely improve your relationship." Severus could have sworn he saw a smirk flash across the toddler's face at her mother's words.

Floorboards creaked as the Potions Master bent down to pick up his child, who hung limp as he held her at arm's length. At Jay's lack of reaction to being picked up by a man she should be calling daddy, a dark eyebrow was raised by Severus and was closely followed by a significantly smaller one across from him. Onyx eyes narrowed before blue ones, and a smirk formed on the brooding man's face seconds before being seen on an innocent child.

A low noise that could only be described as a chuckle was issued from Severus at his daughter's copycat behavior, prompting a hearty giggle from Jay. "I told you she wasn't glaring at you, Sev." Lily, having moved to stand beside Severus, stood on her toes before kissing her husband on the cheek. "She just wants to be like her daddy." Another giggle at the fresh lipstick standing out against a pale, shallow cheek could be heard as Lily left with a chuckle of her own to finish reviewing her lesson plans. Tiny hands reached out to touch the red mark on his cheek as Severus began to smirk. "You obviously have a lot to learn if you wish to be like me." A smirk graced Jay's face as she began another round of copycat with her father.