Snape knocked on her bedroom door. "Tirza, are you awake?" Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Tirza was still in bed, amid a heap of stuffed animals, blanket tucked up to her chin, her long curls splashed across the pillow. 'How can she even fit in the bed with all those animals?' Snape thought, shaking his head. He slowly walked to the bed and stood there, watching her sleep. 'She looks so peaceful; positively angelic. I wonder what she is hiding.' He crouched down and gently stroked her hair. "Mmmmmm," Tirza murmured, stirring slightly. Snape rubbed her shoulder. "Tirza, you must get up. Breakfast is in fifteen minutes." "No, five more minutes mommy," she asked softly as she rolled over. Snape rolled his eyes. "I'm not your mother."

At the clearly masculine voice, Tirza scrunched up her face and blinked several times, her eyes finally focusing on Snape's face. "Well. yeah," she agreed with him. "Now go 'way," she pulled the blankets over her head. "Breakfast is in fifteen minutes, you need to get ready." "What time is it?" Tirza asked, her voice muffled by the blankets. "What time is it?" "6:30AM." She popped her head out. "Well screw that, I'm going back to sleep!" Once again she was lost in the blankets.

Snape's small bank of patience was almost overdrawn. "Tirza, get out of bed now." "You can't make me!" Tirza challenged him. "I'm going to count to five young lady and if you know what's good for you, you'll be out of bed by the time I hit five. One." Tirza was unsure of what he was planning to do if he reached five. "Four." The blankets flew off the bed and Tirza sat up, a scowl disfiguring her pretty face. "Fine, but if I'm crabby, it's all your fault for getting me up so damn early!"

She came out of her room five minutes later, dressed in jeans and a red top that stated in bold black letters 'I go from Angel to Devil in 3.5 seconds,' her hair (falling to the middle of her back) hanging in long curls. Snape raised his eyebrow. "Where did you get that shirt?" Tirza smiled. "Dude, I know, isn't it cool! I was the first one in school to get it and then that Tiffany brat copied." Feeling confused, Snape decided to figure it out later. "You're sitting at the teachers table with me," Snape told her. "Dude, no way! Everyone's gonna stare at me and be like 'Whoa, whose that girl?' I'm not some freakin' runway model," she told him. "Mr. Malfoy found out yesterday that you were my daughter, so I am sure that the entire school knows who you are." Tirza moaned. "Oh, great," she said sarcastically. She suddenly switched tactics. "Please, don't make me sit up front! I don't want everyone to stare at me, please!" Tirza used her best sad puppy eyes, and for a moment Snape almost agreed. "I will not have a repeat of last night's events and I am quite sure Mr. Malfoy will be plotting some sort of revenge."

Tirza stopped in the middle of the empty dungeon hallway. "I'm not gonna go if I have to sit up front," she said, stomping her foot. "Oh yes you will," Snape told her. "There is no way in hell you're gonna make me sit up there." She sat on the floor. "I'm staying right here." Snape fumed. "Tirza Snape, enough of this nonsense! Get up off the floor this instant!" She returned the glare that his piercing black eyes gave her. "It's Shelby!" Using every ounce of self control he had, Snape came and towered in front of her, a threatening look on his pale, angry face. "NOW!" Tirza, realizing that she may have pushed him too far at this god forsaken time of the morning reluctantly got up and followed him to the Great Hall.

Tirza sat between Snape and McGonagall, eyeing the food suspiciously. She took a drink of pumpkin juice and turned green. "What the fuck is that?" McGonagall watched Snape, amused at his outspoken daughter. "Watch your tongue little miss, or I'll wash your mouth out with soap." Tirza glared at him. "You wouldn't dare." Snape's eyes flashed. "Don't tempt me." McGonagall could hardly contain her laughter; Snape had finally met his match! "Well, I sure as he..." Tirza caught sight of Snape's face. "Am not gonna drink this. stuff! Besides, I need coffee, where can I get some?" At this McGonagall lost control and started chuckling. "You are NOT having coffee," Tirza pouted. "My mom let's me." He rolled his eyes. "I don't care. You are ten-years-old, way to young to have coffee." "No fair, you're mean!" she retorted. "You can have milk," Snape told her, using his wand to change the liquid in her goblet. Tirza's eyes widened. "Cool! Can you use that and get me some cheeseburgers and French fries? Oh, and a chocolate shake too!" "NO!"

Tirza sighed, realizing that she was getting absolutely no where and buttered two slices of bread. "So Tirza, tell me what you think of Hogwarts," McGonagall asked. "Well, I've seen the hospital, this room, Mr. Dumbledore's office and the dungeons. They're pretty cool, but I'd love to see the rest of this place. And please call me TJ." McGonagall smiled and nodded. "Perhaps your father will have time to show you around today, as we don't have classes on Saturdays." Tirza smiled at Severus. "Would ya? Please!" "I have papers that need grading; you'll have to entertain yourself." She frowned. "I have an idea," McGonagall said. "Miss Granger knows the school so well; why not ask her if she would show TJ around." Snape glared at McGonagall. 'She knows I hate Potter and his friends,' he thought. Since Snape hadn't said yes or no, McGonagall stood up. "Let's go ask her TJ." Tirza nodded and followed her, leaving Snape sitting alone and wondering why Minerva McGonagall seemed to be plotting against him.

A/N: Next chapter, Tirza will meet Hermione, watch her first quidditch game, and have a flying lesson from Harry! Thanks to all my reviewers! I will try and keep updating every day or two. Stay tuned!