When Hermione got the news of Imogen's death she was shattered, reduced to a sobbing mess in her aunt Rose's arms. News paper clippings were spread out over the coffee table in front of her. Pictures of a mangled up white wagon and a busted tree with police carrying a body bag adorned the paper. Headlines screaming the words "WOMAN KILLED IN HORROR CRASH". Tears streamed down her heart-shaped face as she looked at the clippings. Reading through the faded articles with rapid speed Hermione's eyes widened. Annaliese… Where on earth is my God-daughter!
"Rose… Did you hear about Annaliese? Where is she?" She asked with a slight bossy tone to her voice. The younger female's hands come up to wipe the tears from her face, she was shaking and a little anxious.
"She is with her father dear." Was Rose's calm reply.
"Her father? She doesn't have a father!" Hermione said fiercely, frowning deeply. Her goddaughter didn't have a father… well of course she did, but Imogen didn't know who it was, or did she?
"Don't be daft Hermione, of course she does. His name is Severus Snape. The social services lady took her to him." Rose said sternly, her short brown curly hair surrounding her pudgy face. She looked almost like Susan Boyle, almost.
"SEVERUS SNAPE!? Severus Snape is Annaliese's father? Bullshit." She told her aunt, standing up and raking her hands through her unmanageable mousy hair. That couldn't be right. Snape, a father? No. Snape, the git that saved the Wizarding world. That was more like it.
"I have to go." The girl muttered, walking out of the light blue room and into an off-white passageway to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Rose called after her.
"Out." Hermione replied as she slammed the front door shut. She ran through the trees into the forest plantation that was behind her aunt's large white house. With a loud 'crack' she disapparated into an alleyway near Severus Snape's house.

The alleyway was dark, damp and smelt of dead mice. Wrapping her coat around her and gripping her wand close to her side, Hermione stalked to the dungeon bat's house. She didn't care that it was almost past midnight, or that there was a seedy, drunk man following her with almost undead movements. She quickened her pace until she reached Snape's doorstep. Bringing a hand up she knocked loudly on the hardwood door, surprised when Minerva answered the door.
"Hermione… What brings you here?" Minerva asked quietly, trying not to wake Annaliese.
"Is Professor Snape home?" Hermione asked desperately, trying to see behind her former teacher.
"No dear, he has gone out. I must insist, what is this all about?"
"Where is his daughter?" Hermione ground out the word as if it were a hard pepper-corn.
"How do you know abou-"
"Granger, what are you doing here?" A deep snarl come from behind her. A familiar deep snarl. Hermione whirled around and come face to face with the bat of the dungeons.
"What are you doing with my godchild?" She whispered harshly, looking up at him with accusing eyes.
Looking a little taken aback Severus smirked, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Don't lie to me, Snape. You have Annaliese." Hermione snarled at him.
"Severus, don't lie to the girl. Tell her." Minerva frowned a little at him over Hermione's shoulder.
"Could you give us some space, Minerva?" Snape said, still looking at the Granger-chit with distaste.
With a huff, Minerva closed the door and walked into the living room to see Annaliese.

Looking up into Severus' eyes, Hermione saw anger, stress and worry.
"How is she?" She asked softly.
"Fine." Snape muttered softly, not willing to let Hermione know the truth.
"No she isn't. You are stressed." Hermione commented, looking at him with a slight smirk.
"Why are you here?"
"I wish to see my god-daughter."
"No." Snape told her sternly, turning to his front door to go inside.
"Professor! Please… She's all I have left." Hermione whispered quietly, softly in defeat. Severus had never heard her defeated, even in his potions class when he refused to answer her questions.
"Come back in the morning. 10am sharp. Don't be late Granger." He snarled, walking inside and slamming the door in her face.

Godmother? Hermione Know-It-All Granger is my daughter's godmother? How does she know Imogen? Did she know what she was? And on top of that, how did the chit find out that I was Annaliese's father?

Hermione left the house in a huff, stomping down the steps with long purposeful steps before returning to her dark, damp alleyway and disapparating with the signature sound. She was seething, stressed and upset. Definitely not a good combination with her PMS. At least I get to see little Annie tomorrow. She thought, walking to the back door and sneaking to her bedroom. Opening the bright white door, she noticed something stuck to it, a note. Rose must have stuck it there… The writing was familiar. Mean and black, skinny and full of harsh angles. Just like the owner of the writing.

Miss Granger,
If you have any information regarding Annaliese's mother's death, be prepared to share them. I would like to find out everything I can about this so-called accident. Also be prepared to tell me how you knew her mother.
Do not be late.

Severus Snape.

Hermione took her long, tan coloured coat off and hung it over her desk chair, folding up the note she sat it down next to her quill and inkpot.

Professor Snape,

I will tell you all you need to know, as long as you tell me how you knew Imogen.

Hermione Granger.

She called for her owl, Midnight. A black and coal-grey barn owl with the biggest brown eyes she had ever seen. Tying the letter to his leg, she sent him off, leaving the window open for his return. Hermione looked longingly at her large four-poster bed, a silver and deep burgundy duvet covering it with matching pillow cases and cushions. It looked warm and comfortable, much like her room at Hogwarts.

Hermione woke with a start, sitting up to check the time she saw that it was 9.45am.
Shit!