Title: No One Here Gets Out Alive
Summery: Life is very difficult indeed, being the daughter of Severus Snape
Rating: PG-13 for now
Spoilers: Harry Potter books 1-5 for now, and probably 6 when it comes out.
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters in any of the Harry Potter books.
A/N: I have no beta, my grammar sucks and i's 4:10 AM where I am. So don't epext it to be perfect.
Prologue:
After many painful hours the highly anticipated event was coming. They had been planning for this for over a year. Everything was set, but things never goes as smoothly as planned. A bright light consumed the room, blinding all of it's occupants. Mrs. Fiona Mindow-Snape exhaled the last breath she would ever take. And so began the dramatic life of Aradia Sheridan Snape.
After getting over the shock of something actually going wrong the Healers rushed to see what went wrong, only to find the mother dead and her new-born not far behind. Upon seeing his only two reasons to live were dead Severus Snape would never forgive himself for reentering the magical world. Watching his daughter being carefully, but quickly taken out of the room by the Healers before evening seeing the face of his baby girl. He turned to his now deceased wife and was saddened by the peaceful look on her face knowing she would never get to hold the priceless bundle they were both already attached to.
Realizing that he too may never see his beloved daughter Severus did something he hadn't done since his parents fought when he was six. He fell to the ground and cried. Three hours later after composing himself and dawning the emotionless mask he wore most of his life. A Healer entered the room and the mask crumbled in an instant.
"Excuse me, Mr. Snape?"
"What happened? Will she be okay? Where is my daughter?" asked the very concerned father.
"We're not quite sure what happened, we've never seen anything like this before. Most of your daughter's bones were crushed..."
"Is she alright!" Severus asked, growing more anguished by the second.
"We were able to mend her bones..." the Healer started.
"Oh, thank Merlin!" Severus sat down, he was so happy that his daughter would be alright, that there was still some piece of his beloved wife left.
The Healer looked sadly at the man, who had become the father and a widower in less than four hours. He looked so lost, so confused. The Healer hated being the harbinger of bad news, this man had already been through enough for one day.
"Mr. Snape," the healer started and Severus began to rise, "no, it would be better of you remained seated. Like I said, we've never seen anything like this before, we're not exactly sure what happened, but you daughter is very sick. And to be honest, we don't know exactly what's wrong and we've don't no what we can do to fix it."
"What do you mean you don't know how to fix it! What's wrong with my daughter?"
"I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but your daughter wont live to be three months old."
Two weeks later Fiona had been laid to rest in what would soon be the the beginning of a family plot next to her beloved herb garden. Grass already beginning to grow over her final rest place with an ominously small hole near her.
The Healer's word still repeated in his mind as he fed his two week old infant. There was only one scene that was replaying in his mind more then the birth of his child and the consequential death of his wife:
Severus Snape enter his home in Ireland sadly with the same amount of people that he left with. Laying a sleeping Aradia down in her already assembled crib he walked down stairs to the kitchen resisting the urge to get out the alcohol he made himself the strongest cup of coffee he ever had. He was half way through drinking it when he heard a soft yet audible pop! Instinctively getting out his wand he headed towards the living room where the sound had originated from, what he saw made him drop his wand.
Standing in his living room was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named holding his daughter.
"Please, don't hurt her! I know your very angry with me, but please I'm all she has left! She doesn't have long to live, less than three months, after that you can torture me, kill me, what ever you want. Don't hurt her!" Severus begged.
The intruder just smiled.
"Now, now, Severus, no need to worry. I'm not angry with you, but I am very disappointed with you. You refuse to join my ranks after you mother and father promised me you would and then you disappear from the wizarding world. A year in a half later you make a re entrance only to have married a muggle and sired a child with her. But all this can be over look."
Severus stared in disbelief, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, didn't take things this lightly. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, looked at Aradia who stared back at the unknown man that was holding her. The unofficial staring contest ended when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named turned his gaze from child to father.
"I would assume that you would like your daughter to live longer then the three months that the Healers promised?" Severus mutely nodded. "As I thought. Let's be honest Severus I should be madder at you, in fact by now I should have made you watch me torture little Aradia here to death by now," he said smoothly, absentmindedly running a finger through his captive's short black hair, enjoying the horror in the young man's eyes grow even more, "but alas, I'm in desperate need of a competent Potions Master, and you are the best. There is a potion that will help keep your daughter alive..."
"But the Healers said that they didn't know what was wrong, that something like this had never happened before, That there was nothing they could do!"
"No need to yell, Severus. There was nothing in their records of something like this ever happening, but there is a cure, though a temporary one. I can't promise you a lifetime, but I can tell you it will be years. The cure is a potion that she will have to drink multiple time a day to survive, but she will survive. All I will ask of you in return for this Severus is to join my ranks as a Death Eater. I wont ask you to kill or harm anyone, just make potions when I need it. In return I will give the potion and supply the rare ingredients that will allow you to see your daughter grow up. Do you wish to take me up on my offer, Severus?"
Severus knew he had no choice this was the only way to have his daughter to have a true life. Not that it made any difference for he knew that if he turn He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named down he would torture Aradia to death before his eyes. "Yes," Severus paused, "Master."
"Of course you will," he said before laying the baby carefully down on the couch in the living room before walking over to Severus and pulling up his sleeve and pointing his wand to his upper left arm. It was only for half a second that a sharp pain seared though out his body. "You will feel that every time I need you, you will know where to apperate."
He turned to leave before he suddenly turned back around and placed a medium sized package on the Kitchen counter, "The potion, all the ingredients are in there," he said before he disappereated away.
Looking down at his daughter Severus Snape knew that there was a long road ahead and worst of all was that he would have to face it.