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Chapter Ten

Severus Snape sat inside his private study, looking at a piece of blank enchanted parchment that was on the desk before him. His quill, a rather large black feather with a silver tip, was sitting in the inkwell. This is horrendous, I don't even know what to say...what do I say? Well perhaps I should write the reason...no no...just leave her in the will and be done with it...

Severus placed his head in his hands. She is your...daughter, you need to tell her, do not leave her in the dark...she will hate me...she will hate me for not telling her the truth before my death, but...it's better this way, for bloody sake write something!

Dear Hermione,

If you are receiving this letter, I apologize for not notifying you sooner. I thought that by not telling you, I was protecting you from a hard life. I expect you will spit on my grave, or at least feel upset with me for a long time. I realize you most likely deducted that I am Professor Snape, by the appearance of my handwriting. I don't wish to hurt you in anyway. I simply needed to confess my knowledge to you.

Please do not hate my decision of keeping it a secret. I had hoped my secret would protect your well-being. I thought being oblivious to the fact, would keep you happy. I thought more so of your well-being, than my own.

I am

This is ridiculous! She won't believe this at all! It doesn't even sound like me...ugh! Severus frustratingly ripped up the parchment and crumpled up the pieces before tossing it into the fireplace. Watching as the pieces burned in the hearth of the fire. Alesha why did you leave me with this mess? Why didn't you tell me you were with child? I would have given everything up for you...

Severus sighed as he placed his quill back into the inkwell, as he placed his head on the desk, wishing only to smash his brains into the hard surface. I remember when we first met...

/FLASHBACK /

Severus Snape was attending a convention in Romania in the name of Potion Mastery, he wasn't in a main event, he wasn't fond of speaking in front of a crowd. Only a mere attendee, in the name of science. There were other Masters of other professions attending as well, it wasn't limited to just Potions, but that was what he was most interested in, however when he saw a woman with long red hair with a defiant wisp at the side of her face that just stayed curled, walk passed him in the corridor, he could not resist following her. He didn't know who she was, but she was entering the Arthrimancy hall, where a Master was about to speak of his findings.

He stayed a few paces behind her, his eyes locked on the back of her head, as she stood in the back of the seating arrangements, she was gazing in a notebook as she awaited for the speaker to begin his speech. She was astounding in beauty, she was wearing long blue dress-robes, with fancy silver embellishments of ruins, and numbers. He figured she was either a Master of Ruins or Arthrimancy or perhaps learning to be both. She turned her head and he held in his breath as he saw the most beautiful greenish blue eyes he had ever seen. It took his breath away. She smiled to him, as she waved him over.

Severus looked behind him, in case he had been imagining her smiling and waving to him, but no one stood behind him. He swallowed a lump that was forming in the back of his throat as he walked solemnly towards her, being sure not to show how intimidated he felt being called over to her.

"You are Master Snape, right?" the woman spoke with a defining Romanian accent.

"How did you know?" Severus asked softly, as he had made it to her side.

"You are the youngest Potions Master in Europe and, and...you have already wrote a book, which I have heard many of the elder Potion Masters complain about because of the fact you are so young, not the fact that you are brilliant. I was the one who asked my father to send you an invitation. I am Apprentice to the next speaker, Master Grey."

Severus arched a brow, "You are of the Beklea family?" he questioned softly, as he found himself shocked, that it was she, who insisted he be invited to such an amazing convention.

"Oh, how rude of me. I am Alesha Beklea, Apprentice to Master Grey in Arthrimancy and Mistress of Ruins" she said smiling.

/END FLASHBACK /

I will never forget that smile. He sighed, as he leaned his head against his arms which were leaning against the table. For bloody sake, write something. Write something she will believe.

Dear Miss Granger (nee Prince),

Here are the facts: I, Severus Tobias Snape, Master of Potions & The Dark Arts leave all my worldly Possessions to you in the time of my passing. My Vault, My gold, Spinner's End and the Prince Mansions(Yes I mean plural), rightfully belong to you at the time of my passing. The Prince vaults and all their contents have never been claimed and are rightfully yours, as you have been marked by The Prince (if no one has explained this to you, its the mark found in the crook of your arm), all you need to do in order to claim them, is show the goblins your mark.

Now you most likely will have a zillion questions, and if you are reading this. It means I had no time to answer them all for you. I apologize, but I did what I thought I had to in order to protect you. I, Severus Tobias Snape, am your father. I did not know I even had a daughter, until the fateful day, when I assisted Mme Pomfrey with your Muggle Incision, to relieve you from the curse Dolohov cast upon you at the battle at the Ministry of Magic. Where you and your cohorts unwittingly decided to go on an adventure to save a man who did not need saving.

You have learned a valuable lesson about nonverbal spells and I hope you never make the same grave error. Learning that you were my daughter made me look to some of your antics more carefully. I am proud to say, there is some Slytherin inside you somewhere. For I seen it clearly, when you sent that hideous Pink woman to the centaurs. McGonagall was positively shinning at the news. I cannot blame her. I wonder what she would think, if she knew you were my daughter.

What do you think? I will often find myself wondering this question as I hold this secret very close to my heart right next to your mother. Not even Dumbledore realizes your mother was the catalyst for my change of heart to switch from being Death Eater to Spy. He assumed it was my first love's fault, which is how I made him perceive it. She was only the excuse I allowed him to see.

In my house you will find numerous of vials of my memories of your mother, hidden in a secret cabinet behind the portrait of my mother. Only those of my blood can access the cabinet, by a donation of blood. I hid them there, to keep her a secret from the Dark Lord, however that did not change her fate. She was killed in the first war, a few months before Voldemort hit the Potter Family.

Her name was Alesha Beklea, Mistress of Ruins and Apprentice in Arthrimancy. I am not sure if she ever obtained her Mastery. She disappeared a few months after our relationship had begun to get serious. She never informed me she was pregnant, if I had known, I would have turned my back on the Dark Lord, I would have done everything in my power to keep you and your mother safe.

As you well know, I am not one for showing my emotions. So I will end this letter, with something you will be forced to believe. I love you and will always love you, please remember that by receiving this letter it means I could not tell you this fact to your face, and I wish in my cold black heart, I could have.

Your Loving Father,

Severus Tobias Snape (Nee The Half-Blood Prince), Master of Potions & The Dark Arts

P.S. Do not allow your cohorts to lead you into danger without a plan ever again, or I might just have to become a Poltergeist and terrify them for the rest of the pathetic lives.

Author's Note: For all those old fans who have followed me through thick and thin of this story before it had it's title: Thank You! To all those new fans who decided to follow along: Thank You! To All those new readers who Read&Reviewed: Thank you! I appreciate every single one of you! You made this story possible. I have plans for this story to continue, so do not fret!

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Yours Truly,

Lost O'Fallon Girl