I only own the idea the rest has been taken. By JKR and the poem is lord George Gordon Byron. I wish I could write poetry like this. I see this as a story with Snape thinking all these thoughts but it doesn't mention names so it could go anywhere.

She walks in beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night,

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that's best of dark and bright,

Meet in her aspects and her eyes.

Thus mellowed to that tender light,

When heaven to gaudy day denies.

She is so beautiful. Even as she is now walking around in her dressing gown and a towel on her head. Wandering around the house that I have bought for us. I some times wonder why I was blessed with her? Why was I lucky person to own this girl?

Looking into her eyes I see why men melt when they look at her. Why they give in to her charms and passion, just as I do.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace,

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure how dear their dwelling place.

Her hair is so soft. Just to look at those raven black curls makes you want to touch them. Just to see her makes you want to touch her to see if she is real. Her face shines happiness from every pore and seems to radiate happiness to the people around her. And you can see by looking at her that all her thoughts are good and sweet. And had there been some darkness in here mind she would get rid of it leaving only good.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow.

So soft, so clam, yet eloquent.

That smile that wins, the tints that glow

But tell of days in goodness spent

A mind at peace with all below

A heart whose love is innocent.

That skin that looks so flawless, and that soft clam expression she always wears, makes her beautiful in every way. She has the smile that can break through the coldest of hearts as it did mine. And her face shows that even in this world you can still find goodness even with the evil in the world. She sits down in the chair and contemplates some happy thought while sipping tea. She is so pure and innocent in this world of evil. How can I ever protect her? She looks deep in thought and frowns slightly.

"What's the matter?" I ask her.

"Oh nothing just thinking, I'm going to bed. See you in the morning dad.'





OK so its weird but I liked it. I can imagine Snape sitting there thinking this while he watches his daughter walk round the house. He seems to have so much self-loathing and unbelieveablely low self-esteem. But hey this could be anyone but I'll put it in potter section anyway.