Like Father Like Daughter?
By, Smeagol'sgirl
Chapter 1
Muggle
"It's a little girl!" declared the healer with a smile. In her arms was a screaming infant covered in blood and amniotic fluid. The mother, who looked ready to die, gave an exasperated sigh and smiled widely as they took her baby to be cleaned. Standing next to her was her husband, Severus Snape, who was doing a poor job at concealing his happiness. About a half hour later, the little girl was brought back and placed into her mother's arms for the first time. Her mother, Samantha, kissed her forehead and began to cry tears of joy.
"She's so beautiful," she said softly, in between recovery breaths. "She looks a little like you, Sev." He nodded in agreement.
"Have you two thought of any names?" asked the healer. Severus shrugged.
"We were expecting a boy," he said, but not in a mean manner.
"I like Sarah," said the mother, completely out of the blue. Snape gently took the baby in his arms for a minute and stared at her. The baby's eyes were black, like his, but still beautiful. She looked up at him and stared for the longest time. A smirk formed on Snape's face and he touched her tiny fist with his finger. She stared at him for a little longer and then grabbed onto his finger, almost as though she didn't want to let go. The smirk broke into a smile and Snape nodded.
"Sarah," he muttered. "I like that." He cradled her and took a seat next to Samantha. The moment was almost perfect for them, until one of the healers walked in.
"Mr. and Mrs. Snape," she said softly. "There's something I think you need to know about your baby." The look on her face was everything but promising, and Samantha thought she was ready to handle the worst.
"What is it?" asked Snape after a moment. The healer hesitated and then spoke.
"She's a muggle."
Samantha walked into her empty house alone two days after that, with the little Sarah sleeping in her arms. She carried her upstairs and placed her in her crib, watching her closely and trying to smile. Sarah was oblivious to her mother's pain, and it wasn't because she was a muggle.
"We don't need him," whispered Samantha softly. "We'll make it just fine on our own. I promise you. We'll survive without your father. And no matter what anyone tells you, magic folk or muggle, I love you. And you are perfect the way you are. Don't let anyone try to tell you otherwise." Sarah turned onto her stomach, and Samantha reached her hand between the bars of the crib and took her hand. Sarah clutched on tightly to the only family she had left.