Dinner was a bit odd. People kept throwing us curious stares, as if they didn't know what to think. The name Snape ran its course through the hall like wildfire. It did seem that everyone and their brother knew who we were.

Harry and I were quite tired of all the whispering. Dad promised us it would end sooner or later. He even chuckled when we told him of some of the dumb struck faces we came across. Some of these people are just mental. Well, I guess the teachers did stare at us as well, at first. But it was fifteen people compared to hundreds. They also didn't publicly show their disgust, like we had seen a couple Gryffindors displaying.

I tried not to take their harsh words to heart and tried to remember that dad did want to be the most hated teacher in school. He explained it all to us before the students arrived. He smirked as he told us that they would share awful stories of him, call him the bat of the dungeon. Some people . . . even think he's a vampire. I mean, would that make me one too?

I could feel eyes boring into me. I turned ever so slightly to once again see, the sandy haired man staring at me. I tried to ignore it, but I think he recognized me. Well, how could he? I was a baby the last time we met. But everyone tells me that I'm the spitting image of my mother. Does that mean that he recognized me based on my similarities to her?

Dinner came to a close and the students slowly trickled out. Daphne Susan, Macilyn, Thomas, Ella, and Noah all waved to Harry and I. I really liked Susan and Daphne. They were very sweet. Macilyn was also sweet, but more closed off. Ella and Noah were just quiet, except when someone offended them. And Thomas was extremely talkative, but in a good way.

About half the teachers rose from their places to return to their homes. Dad remained seated along with the other half of the teachers. They all waited for Albus to give them the halls to monitor. I hoped we didn't get whatever hall Peeves was on.

Albus quickly distributed pieces of parchment informing the teachers what halls they would be walking. Dad was standing near the table reading over his destination. I don't think he noticed the sandy haired man and Albus trailing their way over.

"Good evening, Severus. Nice first day of classes?" Albus smiled at him, peering over his half moon spectacles. Severus noticed with anger who was with him. "No, I had unresponsive first years blowing cauldrons across my classroom." Albus frowned, a bit sarcastically.

"Ahh, that is quite unfortunate. Well, the thought occurred to me. Monitoring the halls with two children must have its difficulties. So I have asked Mr. Remus Lupin here to maybe assist you. He can walk with one child, perhaps Anne, and that saves you the trouble of having two children walking the halls of this historic castle without one adult for each of them." Severus glared at Albus angrily. Dad informed me that Albus was typically a meddlesome old fool, even if he was declared a genius by the wizarding community.

Dad's face softened when he turned his attention to me, silently asking. I nodded trying not to show too much excitement. I just really enjoyed learning about our past and hopefully my father understood that yearning I had. He sighed deeply at my answer. "Very, well." Albus smiled brightly, as did Mr. Lupin.

Dad swept out of the hall with Harry jumping around behind him, waving at me. I giggled at how mental Harry looked. I was left with Albus and Mr. Lupin, Albus gestured for us to begin introductions.

"Uh, hello, my name is Remus Lupin. I'm the D.A.D.A. professor here." I nodded timidly, "My name is Anne Snape." He seemed surprised at the last name.

"Well, I bid you both good night. I best be off. Cornelius has gotten himself into a tad of trouble and I assume I must bail him out." Mr. Lupin nodded and bid Albus good night, I ran forward and hugged one of Albus' long legs. He smiled childishly at me. "Get along, get along, you both best be monitoring."

Mr. Lupin nodded. He smiled at me and gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the halls silently. I could almost tell he wanted to speak to me, so I made it easier.

"What kind of magic do you perform in your class?" He seemed thankful that I had started the conversation. "Well, I teach students how to fight dark magic and or wizards."

"Wicked!" He chuckled deeply at my reaction. "So, you are Snape's daughter, are you? I never imagined him as the fatherly type. I always thought he was particularly stuck to his craft."

"Well, he is the potions teacher. So he can still work on his craft while having us around. He let's me assist him sometimes. I think potions will be my favorite class. I think your class might be Harry's." Remus was silent for a moment, deep in thought.

"You said Harry, do you mean that's your brother's name?" I nodded as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Anne, if you don't mind my asking, is Severus your adopted father?" I looked up to him. I shook my head and he seemed to relax a bit, but still was tense.

"May I also ask, who is your mother?" I sighed deeply. I didn't really want to talk about this with someone who wasn't my father. "My mother died years ago, I've never met her. Well, I have, but I don't remember. But her and my step-father died when I was one, I think. Her maiden name I believe was Lily Evans. But after she married our stepfather, her name was Lily Potter." Remus stopped short at my words.

He seemed to be nearly hyperventilating. He was deep in thought once more. Many expressions passed over his face. Anger, sadness, and pain.

"Are you alright, sir?" He looked up to me cautiously. "So you say James Potter isn't your biological father? That doesn't make sense. He cared for you so. Did he know?"

"Yes, he knew. Dad says he couldn't thank him enough. He said he found a newfound respect for our stepfather that night. Because he knew we weren't his, but he still died to protect us." I said the last bit rather pitifully. Talking about them just brings a bout of sadness, but at the same time I knew I had to if I wanted to learn more about them from this man.

"How come they never told us of your true parentage?" I thought on this question until I came upon a reasonable answer. "I believe they didn't tell anyone because our father didn't know of us until after our mother died. She didn't want him to find out about us till he finally lost contact with all his old associates after the war." He nodded. "I remembered you. I mean I had a dream last night. You were there, so was mum, my stepfather, a dark and curly haired man, and a very rat-like man."

He looked shocked at what I just revealed. "I asked my dad about it, he told me that you . . . that you are my godfather. Can you tell me about Harry's godfather? I mean dad told me you weren't his as well." He seemed to realize what I was saying and smiled brightly, but then almost dark again.

"I guess, I am your godfather. Severus is alright with that?" I nodded. "Well, um . . . Harry's godfather was a complete jokester. He loved quidditch, pranking people, and making his friends laugh. I do miss the old him."

"I'm sorry I brought him up. It must be hard talking about a friend that has passed away." He looked at me bewildered, "What do you mean passed away? He's not dead."

"What do you mean? My dad told me this morning when I asked about him, that the man that was Harry's godfather had died, that my mother and stepfather's friend had died."

"Well, that is true, I believe, in a manner of speaking. He was never the same again after the war started and he got himself into a bit of trouble. I could never speak to him again. But in a manner of speaking he did die, the man that was friends with James, Peter, and I, just died." He seemed rather somber. I nodded, but slightly irritated that my dad lied to me.

"Why would my father lie to me? Why not just tell me the truth?"

"Maybe, he was just trying to protect you. Not everything ends well in the world. That's something all children have to learn." I scoffed at that. I know all about unfair. I lived it for eight solid years. He looked at me curiously, but ignored the noise.

"So, moving on from that subject, do you have any questions about your parents? I'm sure Severus told you all about your mother, but has he told you much about James?" I shook my head.

"He's told me that I look very much like my mother. He rarely talks about James. I don't believe they liked each other, but he respects him for what he did. He gave me a locket with a picture of her and dad in it. He also gave me a book with pictures of her when they were children and adults. I've never seen James before though, but I'd like to learn about him."

"Well, you do look like your mother. The spitting image. You mother was an uncommonly kind witch, there's no other way to put it. She cared for and loved everyone, no matter how damaged. She was brilliant, could do potions, charms, transfiguration, she could do it all. James however, well, he was another story. He had a knack for trouble, everywhere he went. Pranks were his craft. He loved making people laugh, even if his pranks could end rather cruelly. He didn't seem to know where to draw the line. James looks quite like Harry, but Harry now that I think about it, also looks like Severus. James and Severus don't look similar, but have some of the same features." I nodded grasping onto every word he spoke.

"Lily and Severus were inseparable during school. I believe they knew each other before they arrived. Never before had I seen such house unity. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin that were best friends. It made everyone go mental, especially James, who had a crush on your mother. I believe most every boy did. It was rare you came across a witch as talented as her." I smiled deeply, wishing to meet her more and more with every word he spoke.

"Can you tell me about Peter? I think you said that was his name?" Remus nodded almost as though he was in pain. "Peter, I didn't think much of in school. He was cowardly for a Gryffindor. Hid behind James for everything. I wish I didn't think so little of him then. He confronted a very dark wizard and unfortunately didn't make it out. But he stood his ground for as long as he could." I nodded, thinking of the bravery this group had.

My mother who wouldn't stand aside, my stepfather who died to protect us, Peter who died standing up for himself, and Remus who lost all his friends. I promised myself I would become that friend.

"Tell me about yourself," I said. He looked almost startled. "Well, there's not much. I'm thirty years old. I graduated Hogwarts over a decade ago. I traveled the world looking for certain plants during those years and then Dumbledore offered me this post." I smiled at him and he returned the gesture. "Now you tell me about yourself."

"Um, I'm nine. So's Harry. We start Hogwarts in two years. We lived with our Aunt and Uncle for a few years, then dad found us. I live here. I'm scared of Peeves and I really like Fang, Hagrid's dog." He laughed at my last two facts.

"Well, you shouldn't be scared of Peeves. There are easy ways to get rid of him." I continued to speak animatedly and he listened to every word I spoke. He loved hearing about things I liked to do. He kept reminding me how much I was like my mother. Well, like both my parents really. He said I had mum's friendly demeanor and both parents' talents.

Finally as it reached time to go home, we headed towards the dungeons.

"You don't have to come with me in. You get rather lost if you don't know how to get back from our house." He smiled kindly. "Yes, well, I'm not going to let you go alone."

"I'll go with her." A voice floated from the air, as the ghost materialized. "Baron!" I cried with excitement. "I haven't seen you in days." The ghost chuckled at me.

"I've been containing Peeves' damage, dear lady. Much harder to do with students around. But I will float with you back to your quarters, I was heading to that deep part of the dungeons anyway." I smiled brightly at the Bloody Baron. I checked with Remus first to make sure it was alright. He nodded and sent us off.

Remus POV

I watched quietly as my newly found goddaughter talked animatedly with the Bloody Baron walking down the halls of the dungeon. She was just like her mother. To say I was shocked when I found out her true heritage is an understatement.

She was lively, seemed wise beyond her years, and very curious. Which is acceptable in her case as she grew up not knowing one parent. I saw the way Severus acted around them. I think he's good to them. I also felt as though I owed him, from all the years we publicly tortured him. Well, I didn't participate, but I never told on James and Sirius. And Sirius, she was so curious about him, for the sake of her twin. Worried he might me jealous that she had a godfather while he did not. I also felt rather bad that I contradicted what Severus said about Sirius to the girl.

I believe it will all work out though. I walked surely down the hall, not noticing the rat that hid in the corners of the dark corridors.