"It's time to meet your daughter Severus," Dumbledore said when the children left the hall.
"Yes it is," I said standing up.
"Don't worry so much," he said walking to his office, "You two will get on fine. Hello Miss Lefebvre."
"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Adalyn said turning to us and smiling, "Hello Professor Snape."
"Miss Lefebvre," Dumbledore said motioning for her to sit, "Professor Snape is your father."
"It's nice to meet you," she said honestly, "I was hoping to meet you soon."
"It's nice to meet you too," I said sitting down next to her.
"This might sound a little weird, but what do I call you?" she asked biting her lip.
"Well, in front of students I'll be Professor Snape," I said calmly, "But other than that you can call me Father I guess."
"Hello Dad," she said happily, "I like saying that."
"I like hearing it," I said softly.
"Why don't you two go to your office Severus?" Dumbledore said his eyes twinkling, "I'll see you both at breakfast."
"Goodbye Professor," Adalyn said waving and leaving the office.
"Thank you Albus," I said evenly, "Goodnight."
"You're welcome Severus," Dumbledore said as I left.
I walked down the stairs and saw Adalyn waiting for me. She smiled at me when she saw me. I motioned for her to follow me and walked to my office. Adalyn followed me silently for awhile before she started humming.
"What are you humming?" I asked turning to her.
"A song my mom sang to me when I was nervous," Adalyn said blushing, "Would you like to hear it?"
"Sure," I said nodding.
"Okay," she said before singing, "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. Coming forth to carry me home, I looked over Jordan and what did I see, coming forth to carry me home? A band full of angels coming for me, coming forth to carry me home."
"That's a nice song," I said calmly.
"It's my favorite song," she said grinning, "What's your favorite song?"
"I don't listen to music much," I said shrugging.
"Do you like any arts?" she asked cocking her head to the side.
"I do like drawing, I guess," I said watching as her smiled widened.
"I love drawing," she said clapping, "I'm hoping to be an art major when I'm out of school."
"You're a very happy person," I said sighing.
"Not really," she said sadly, "I'm just a great actress."
"Wait you're acting happy," I said confused, "Why do you have to do that?"
"People wouldn't like me if I was always angry," she said like it was obvious, "So I hide what I feel and replace it with happiness, Dad."
"You can't hide your feeling," I said shaking my head.
"I can't do it for long," she corrected smirking, "I can do it until I go through a mental breakdown."
"No," I said firmly, "Just talk to someone."
"Who am I supposed to talk to?" she asked cocking an eyebrow, "I don't think anyone wants to hear me complain about my life."
"Are you sure Dad?" she asked biting her lip.
"Yes," I said opening the door to my office.
"I miss my mom," she said wrapping her arms around herself, "We were really close and now she's gone."
"Tell me what you two did together," I said sitting on a chair while Adalyn curled up on the couch.
"Well, since Mom worked at the school we'd go to the town every weekend," she said smiling softly, "Some times we'd go shopping, but mostly we'd go to this jazz café and talk."
"You are really into arts, aren't you?" I asked curiously.
"I am," she said getting something out of her pocket, "I drew this the night before Mom died."
I took the paper from her and gaped at it. The picture was of a woman lying on a hospital bed with a peaceful look. Her face was sunken in and sheet white pale. I felt like I was in the room with the woman.
Adalyn was staring at me while I looked at the drawing. The details in the drawing made it one of the best ones I had ever seen. I handed it back to her and nodded my head.
"That's amazing," I said sadly, "And I'm sorry that you had to see your mother like that."
"Me too," she said putting it back in her pocket, "I love my mom so much, but I'm glad that she's not suffering anymore."
"You're a selfless person," I said shocked.
"No," she said shaking her head, "I just value different things."
"You're one strange girl," I said honestly.
"Thank you," she said grinning widely, "I guess mixing a girl with a brain and a soul makes them strange."
"I guess it does," I said looking at the clock, "You should go to bed. We'll continue to talk later."
"Alright," she said standing up, "Goodnight Dad."
"Goodnight," I said watching as she left.
When I talked to Adalyn I saw that she was a really good person. She cared more about others than herself. It surprised me that she was a Snape at all. I was a little worried about her hiding her feelings.
Sighing I stood up and went into my bedroom. Adalyn was a good kid. I'm sure she wasn't going to do anything wrong. Now, I just had to find out if she did have a crush on Hermione Granger. I'll figure it out tomorrow. I'm too tired now.
I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. The thought of Adalyn and I being related was surprising, but she was just as naive as I was her age. There were a lot of things running through my head as I fell into a deep sleep.
