I was awoken with my father, no, make that adoptive father, standing over me, wringing his hands in futile worry. I swiveled my head and saw that Snape had retreated into the shadows and was watching me intently.

"You," I whispered furiously. My misdirected anger, because truly I should have been angry with my father who never told me about the heinous creature who actually fathered me, was pointed right at Snape because he had known that I was Voldemort's daughter and never told me.

I lunged to my feet in white hot fury, ready to throttle him with my small bare hands if need be, and instantly saw spots in front of my eyes. I swayed and my father, no, my adopted father, caught my arm and steadied me. I blinked several times to erase the spots from my retinas and saw Voldemort's face looming in front of mine. I visibly cringed and he grinned a horrible grin.

"There has to be some sort of mistake. There's no way I could be your daughter," I started. My father, adoptive, silently handed me a piece of paper. On it was a photograph of a very handsome man, unsmiling. He had dark hair, and a patrician nose. His mouth was a hard, harsh line across his face. His eyes were dark and unfathomable. I looked in one of the many mirrors in the room that my mother had vainly installed and touched my nose. It was the exact same as the one in the picture. I ran my hand through my hair and it was the same shade and my eyes just as dark as the man's. But my mouth was more bowed and softer than his. I turned to Voldemort and said, "But this can't be you. You look nothing like this man."

"But you do remember me from your second year, in the Chamber of Secrets, don't you?" he questioned. Sadly I did. And his sixteen year old self was the spitting image of this photograph. My lower lip trembled and I was on the verge of crying for the millionth time tonight. As one tear slid from my eye, Snape was instantly beside me, handing me a handkerchief. I rudely pushed his hand away and as my tears started coming in a torrent I blindly made my way to a chair. Unmoved by my show of horrid grief Voldemort went on to address Snape like nothing had happened. I stilled my tears for a moment. Crying could be for later, but now I could get valuable information to give to Dumbledore later, information about this lying traitor.

"Severus, you claim to have been faithful to me, and you have given me a fount of useful information, but you have done nothing else to prove your loyalty," Voldemort began.

Snape quietly folded the proffered and rejected handkerchief and tucked it back into his pocket. He waited for Voldemort to go on with his speech. He did not. So, Snape started to address him.

"My Lord, anything you ask of me I shall do it."

"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed and Snape was instantly on the ground, his legs and arms thrashing around in pain. He emitted a low moan, as if every one of his nerves was on fire. Even though I had never liked him, I couldn't bear to watch a human being in pain.

"Stop it!" I yelled. Voldemort broke the spell and turned to look at me.

"One minute you hate the man, and then the next you're defending him. You are a very complex girl," he mulled over. He turned to Severus and said to him, "You said you would do anything?"

"Anything for you My Lord," Snape whispered, too tired to speak clearly.

"Teach my daughter a lesson about speaking out of turn. The way you used to do to every insolent girl."

Snape's face went white. I knew he was fighting an inner battle. Eventually, he came to a decision and said, "My Lord, I cannot."

"So you lied to me?" Voldemort said in a deadly voice with a narrowing of the eyes.

"I teach this girl, I cannot do this to her," Snape explained pathetically.

"I care not," Voldemort declared. "Besides, she shall be homeschooled next year by Narcissa. Like she should have been in the first place."

I looked over at my father who was watching the whole thing silently. Surely if I was in any real danger he would step in to help me. I wasn't too worried.

A worried frown came over Snape's face and he said, "As you wish My Lord."

He came over to me and took me by the arm. He pulled me out of the drawing room and as we left I could hear Voldemort saying to my father, "You screwed up raising my child. Crucio!"

Snape pulled me into a hallway that led to many guest rooms. I was shocked at how well he seemed to navigate the halls of the maze that I had called home for the past 13 years of my life. He finally chose a room and pulled me inside.

"Do you want to win this war or not?" he asked me quietly.

"That depends," I said crossly as I jutted out my chin in defiance. "Whose side are you on?"

"Dumbledore's. I wouldn't tell you this if I weren't for what I'm about to have to convince you to do."

I was scared and confused. I had no idea what was going on.

Looking back on that night, I think that if I hadn't given in, maybe if I had put up a fight, I wouldn't be where I was today.

I don't want to explain the rest of what happened that night, but I will say I lost my virginity; something I had been saving for the right time with Harry. I cried for the whole night while Snape cursed himself.

I see that night and never want to relive it. Although I fell in love with him eventually, that night still haunts my dreams sometimes.

And I was wrong about my father. He knew. And he wouldn't lift a finger to help me.