A/N
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It's not mine, all mistakes are mine, but please review.

Also thanks to my first reviewer, (you're super fab), Snape was 18 when she became pregnant, which was a year out of his schooling, so he'd just joined the Death Eaters.
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A few days later, he drove her to the train station and helped her through the barricade before wishing her farewell. Of course, he saw the beaming face of a Mrs Weasley coming at him through the crowd. She was there with her whole crowd of redhead Gryffindors, which was only missing the eldest, who had graduated the year before. She bumbled up to him extremely quickly, and he waited patiently with his signature sneer etched on his face.
"Severus!" She said excitedly, looking up at his unimpressed face. "Who have you got here?" She looked down at Charlie, who looked incredibly small next to him. But she stuck out her hand and introduced herself,
"I'm Charlie." Mrs Weasley grinned widely at her and shook her hand while Severus spotted the rest of the Weasley's coming over to annoy him too. The eldest child there, Charlie, was the first to stick his hand out, grinning when he noticed the identical names. They all made introductions to her, but she quickly drew back from the sheer number of people who had crowded around them. She pressed herself against Severus' side, as he was the only familiar face around. He placed an arm around her shoulder and steered them both away with excuses about having to say goodbye.
"Sorry. There were a lot of people." She apologised quickly, as soon as they were out of earshot of the Weasley's.
"Not to worry. I was quite anxious to get away myself. Are you ready for the train little one?" He asked gently. After reading her letter and the consequent discussion the next day, they were slightly less awkward with each other. She nodded, and he handed her a few coins for the train before taking her aboard and saying his farewells. "I'll see you soon." She looked around for an empty carriage and eventually found one, seating herself in it and staring out the window.

There was nothing much to see until five minutes passed and someone knocked on the door, requesting entrance. She opened the door, and a stout boy grinned at her. He was a few inches shorter than her, black hair sticking up in all directions. His grin was contagious, and she found herself smiling back at him easily as he introduced himself. "Pete Davies. Nice to meet you." He then offered her a lollipop, which she accepted and soon they were both grinning over the sticks. "I've always liked the muggle ones more. The wizard ones keep changing flavours, and I only like orange flavoured ones." He said matter-of-factly. It was at this moment that the door opened again, and another young boy stepped inside.
"First-years?" He asked, a small owl perched on his shoulder, chirping happily. They nodded happily, and he took the seat next to Charlie. "I'm Simon Urquart, nice to meet you." His bird had quite happily started jumping around onto everyones' lap, nibbling at their fingers and poking around in their pockets for treats. "His name is Roach. He's a bit of a pest really, Dad wanted to call him Potter, but I thought it was weird, 'cause we'll be at school with him in a few years. It'd be a bit awkward trying to explain that." Charlie tried to hide her confusion, wondering who Potter was, any why both the boys knew him. The train had just started to move when the last member of their cabin walked in, a tall, regal girl with wavy blonde hair tied back simply. She set her jaw, asking,
"Is anyone sitting there?" before waiting coldly for her response. The three of them shook their heads dumbly, and she sat down with a huff. They avoided eye contact with her until Roach hopped onto her shoulder and started nibbling at her ear affectionately. She jumped, before stating aloud, "I don't understand this whole thing with birds. Why do you all love them so much?"
"Well, they take our letters." Simon said helpfully.
"They're like cats, but they eat less," Pete added, ignoring the scorn in the new girls' glare. "Would you like a lollipop?" He asked, offering one to her. Her eyes lit up excitedly, although Charlie couldn't imagine why a lollipop was so exhilarating for her. Everyone made introductions to the new girl, grinned shyly at them and said, "Sophia Marchetta." It was nice to be in a group of people just as confused about the coming school year as she was, and Charlie found she fitted in quite well when she spoke up. Although she wasn't quite expecting the reaction she received when Pete and Simon heard that Severus Snape was her father.
"Professor Snape?" Pete asked, his mouth open in shock.
"I didn't know he had a kid." Simon remarked, "But I'm not surprised. No one knows anything about his personal life. I've only ever been told he's a right old git. What's he like?" She felt a bit awkward explaining her whole life story, but didn't want to lie to her new friends,
"I don't really know. I lived with my mum until now." They seemed surprised about her confession and had to explain to Sophia that it wasn't often that Wizards got divorced because they usually wanted to continue the bloodline. Sophia was asking questions about everything and Charlie quickly determined that she was muggle-born, unlike the rest of them.
"My Mum is a muggle, Dad's a wizard, bit of a surprise for her when she found out," Pete said, laughing easily.
"I'm the opposite!" Simon said excitedly, grinning at his new friend. "What about you Charlie?"
"Both my parents are magical." She said before Pete quickly cut in, saying,
"Bet you'll be in Slytherin. With Snape for a father, and a pureblood. You've got no hope of getting out of that one." He laughed, while Charlie looked at the confused face of Sophia.
"Slytherin is one of the four Hogwarts houses," she started and proceeded to explain all she knew about the Hogwarts sorting system before the train pulled up at the station.

By the time they had paddled across the lake, they were all grumbling and tired. At only eleven, the long trip had taken a toll on them all. But it wasn't long before they walked into the enchanted Great Hall, which had everyone gasping in surprise. It was simply stunning, the ceiling, the decorations, everything about this room was beautiful. Looking up at the table, Severus was sitting on the end, his face set in stone until he made eye contact with her, and gave an amused quirk of his brow upon her expression of amazement. Sophia had quietly slipped her arm through Charlie's, a look of slight terror and confusion on her face. Eventually, the hat started calling names, although Charlie only cared about a few. "DAVIES, PETE." The hat yelled from the stool out the front. Pete raced up, tripping slightly on his shoelace but giving a bow to the crowd who laughed at him. The hat settled over his ears for only a few seconds before announcing, "HUFFLEPUFF." Pete grinned broadly, going to sit with his new house. "MARCHETTA, SOPHIA." The hat yelled after a few more names, Sophia gave on last terrified look to Charlie before walking up the stairs as confidently as she could manage. It took almost a minute for the hat to yell out, "SLYTHERIN." Severus quirked his mouth into a slight smile, gaining another member for his house. Pete had looked sadly up at Sophia, who hadn't noticed, and instead smiled nicely at her new family. Charlie noticed her palms were sweating when she realised she was next. When the hat called her name, there was a collective gasp from the students, who all stared, gobsmacked, at Snape, who just intently watched his daughter cross the stage, ignoring the looks he was getting from both staff and students alike. Their attention switched between the young girl trying the hat on, to the potions professor who was pretending that nothing strange was happening.
"Interesting. You certainly have the parentage to go to Slytherin. I wonder if your father would be angry if you weren't in his house. But you have a thirst for knowledge. You would do well in either house, but the world has great plans for you. I guess it had better be, RAVENCLAW." Slightly surprised, she took the hat off and looked up at Severus, who nodded, looking content, before joining the throng of blue who were mostly all cheering for her. There were a few who looked confused and conflicted, but others who didn't seem to care in the slightest. Walking down from the stage, she saw Sophia looking a little lost at her table, as she'd been pushed aside for the pureblood children. That only left, "URQUART, SIMON." Who was immediately sorted into Gryffindor, his Great Aunt McGonagall looking very pleased.

They all thought it was quite odd that they were each sorted into different houses, but no one looked more disappointed than Sophia, who had quickly been shoved aside during dinner, and was now distractedly pushing potatoes around her plate. Snape quickly noticed what was happening, and resolved himself to try and fix the issue during his first talk to his new house members. It wasn't long before that occurred, with the prefects rounding everyone up and escorting them to their dorms. Sophia dawdled at the back of the group, distancing herself from the mumbles and glances that everyone seemed to be casting her way. She eventually made it through the dungeons, but as soon as she walked through the door, the paintings began to sneer at her. She hadn't even known that the paintings would move, and she quietly regarded them with an air of suspicion. It wasn't until Snape entered the room that the chatter stopped.
"I understand that being a Slytherin is something to be proud of. So in no way this year, will you tarnish the reputation that it has built. That means no prejudice, no slander. You will, at least outwardly, show a respect for everyone." The whole room was silent, terrified of speaking out of turn. "You will abide by your curfews. You will also perform well in your classes and be respectful towards your professors. I want no complaints about my house or there will be consequences. Have I made myself clear?" All the first years gulped and nodded dumbly, and he stalked out of the room, after telling the prefects to set everything up. Sophia looked around nervously at her four new dorm mates, before immediately going to bed and curling into a ball.

Both the boys had a much jollier time, immediately making friends in their new dorm, and chatting away excitedly with them. Charlie made a tentative friendship with a nervous looking boy called Roger Davies, who had quickly introduced himself. The whole cohort of Ravenclaws stood in front of the portrait door, waiting for the famous riddle that they'd heard about.
"You've heard me before,
You'll hear me again.
I will die,
Till you call me again.
What am I?" The knocker asked, and the two prefects set their minds to the task. The first years all looked dumbly at them, waiting for an answer. The prefects just shook their heads, saying,
"Sorry guys. Can you give us a hand? I really don't want to be out here all night." Charlie couldn't believe that even the prefects didn't know the answer. It made her feel a lot better about being confused when they looked around dumbly at the group. They repeated the riddle for the first years, and there was a thirty-second pause before answers started coming in, Charlie waited for a few seconds, shaking her head at all the answers, but just thinking about the riddle until Roger called out, "An echo?" The prefects grinned and the door said,
"Well done." Before granting everyone admittance. Charlie and Roger spent a second sharing a high five and a grin before they walked through the door with everyone else.
It wasn't long before Professor Flitwick summoned a stack of books and stood on top of them so he could be seen by everyone. In his squeaky voice, he called out for silence, "Welcome!" He beamed. "It's lovely to see some new faces and some of the old ones. I know you'll all have a fabulous time this year, but I, unfortunately, have to lay a few ground rules." Everyone groaned simultaneously, "Curfews, learn, be nice, and have fun!" Professor Flitwick started chortling and then overbalanced, falling off his book stack. The two prefects took his place quickly, helping him up before addressing the class.
"So, Ravenclaws. There are a few things you should know about being a Ravenclaw, and we've decided to let Benji from 6th-grade stage a short puppet show to show you everything." The boy whom everyone assumed was Benji jumped up quickly, and apologetically said,
"Okay, I've only been working on this for a few hours, but I hope you enjoy it." He then blushing, summoned a puppet stage and brought his wand out. There were suddenly a few very intricately made and animated puppets on the stage all standing in front of a bookshelf, and Benji spoke for them, using different voices for each. One said, "The colour blue!", another, "Hairstyles!" and the last, "Cooking!", and suddenly a book flew at each of the 'students'. The two prefects ran to the bookshelf that the puppets had been talking about and indicated that they could use it whenever they wanted. The scene then changed, and the students were lying on the floor of the room, pointing their wands at the ceiling, Benji voiced each of them saying an incantation in turn, and a torrent of glitter fell from the 'ceiling' of the stage. They heard a quickly muttered, "whoops." Before he cleaned it all with a wave of his wand, looking sheepishly at Professor Flitwick, who was shaking his head and laughing. The prefects, at the same time, pointed their wands at the ceiling and clearly said the incantation, "et est ultimum caeli." Everyone looked at the ceiling and it was covered with multi-coloured shooting stars. There was a low murmur of appreciation, as Benji rearranged the stage again. This time, they were in a classroom with a bunch of cauldrons and a man that looked suspiciously like her father at the back of the stage.
"Why aren't you writing notes?" One hissed rather loudly and in a funny voice that made everyone giggle.
"I'm writing a brief history of the wizarding world. And I'm almost done!" There was a large book sitting on its desk, almost reaching the ceiling of the stage.
"And why aren't you writing notes?" it asked of the other student.
"I don't like potions, I'd rather study garlic bread." It said shrilly. The prefects then confirmed that while Ravenclaw was considered the house of brainiacs, they didn't actually test that well because they were always too busy looking at other topics. There were a lot of first years who sighed in relief at this news. Then the puppet of Severus turned around and called out happily,
"And they all lived happily ever after!" then threw hundreds of flowers on the audience before Benji bowed and accepted his applause graciously.
The prefects quickly got everyone's attention again while they were still picking petals out of their hair, and said,
"On a more serious note, curfew is still 10:00pm. If you ever need anything, come to any of the seventh years, or to Professor Flitwick, or really anyone you're comfortable talking to. We'll all help you out. I think that's it." Professor Flitwick then bustled over to Charlie and handed her a note before calling out for everyone to find themselves a dorm. Charlie opened the note while saying goodnight to Roger, and saw that it was from Severus,

Charlie,
I'd like to hear how your first day was. If you aren't too preoccupied, would you join me for tea when you're done with the house meeting?

Severus.

"Professor Flitwick?" Charlie said from behind him, the small man turned and said,
"Of course, you can go. Tell him that I said 'hello'". Flitwick grinned, chatting happily to the Head Boy as he sat himself down in front of the fire. She could do this. All she had to do was step into the fire and say, "Professor Snape's Office." How hard could it be? Although it wasn't the challenge, rather than the idea of stepping into the fire. One of the prefects was still in the common room with her, and said,
"It's really not hot at all, someone fell in a few decades ago, so they stopped the fires from actually producing heat. There's just a lot of warming spells in the walls now." Charlie blushed, thanked him and stepped into the flames confidently, throwing her handful of floo powder into the fire below her, and speaking the words that would take her to her father's office.

Severus sat at his desk, filling out some paperwork for his new students when she appeared in the floo. She looked around hesitantly, seeing his office for the first time.
"Ravenclaw? I thought for sure you'd be one of my snakes." He greeted, putting his quill down. She grinned cheekily,
"The hat had trouble deciding between the two." He conjured some tea and a chair for her to sit across from him in. "How is Sophia?" She asked quickly, remembering one of her prime reasons for joining him.
"She'll be fine once she receives the Hufflepuff invitation." He replied easily, sipping his tea.
"What's that?"
"The prefects in Hufflepuff have always been able to tell which students will be," He paused, unsure of how to word this, "less than happy with their house choices during their first week, so they host somewhat of a slumber party in their dorm for everyone. Completely against school policy, but nobody has ever stopped them." Charlie grinned, suddenly feeling better for her friend. "What classes do you have tomorrow?" It took a little while for Charlie to recall, but eventually said,
"Charms, Herbology, Potions and Defence against the Dark Arts." She was grinning like he'd never seen before, so excited by the prospect of learning. He could definitely tell she was a Ravenclaw. After a few more minutes, he hustled her back into the floo, so she could go to sleep. "Severus?"
"Yes, child?"
"Would you read me a little more of The Craft before I go?" She pulled it hopefully out of her robes before offering it to him. He couldn't refuse as soon as she gave him the puppy dog eyes. There was something different about her from his other young students. They always said it was different with your own child, but he hadn't expected it to happen this quickly.
"One chapter, then you'll go back." She nodded enthusiastically, and he took her through to his own rooms before they sat comfortably on the couch next to each other. She interrupted him before he had finished the first sentence, remembering what the sorting hat had told her.
"Are you annoyed I'm not in Slytherin?" She asked quietly. He was taken aback for a second, before responding,
"Of course not, little one." She seemed content with that answer, and he put an arm around her shoulder and continued to read.