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, were going to ignore book six because it makes my story impossible, so it is now slightly AU
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters in any of the Harry Potter books.
A/N: In this story we are going to ignore the happenings of book 6 and the fact the JKR said Snape doesn't have a daughter. And Alateriel567, Sanpe wasn't born a death eater, he became one, this story starts about four years before Harry was born; sorry for not explaining that earlier.
Chapter 1: The Funny Man
She was tired of it, every time one of those people in the funny clothes showed up she was sent to her room and it wasn't fair. She couldn't go outside, she couldn't watch TV, she just had to stay inhere until they went away. She didn't do anything! If they wanted to be alone they should go to their own room so she could play.
With that in mind the four year old Aradia silently left her room to find out who this man in the cape was.
As she approached the living room she heard her father and the man in the cape talking.
"I thought I was only making potions; that I wasn't to get physically involved?" she heard her farther in the 'I'm right, end of story' voice, though it was slightly hesitant.
"Oh, Severus, you'll still be making potions for me, but this way I can finally have a spy in their group." The unknown man said.
"Do you think that Headmaster Dumbledore won't be searching his Professors for the Mark?"
"If there is one thing that the old fool will never fail to fall for, it is that everyone had the ability to be 'good' and he is always willing to help him. Simply tell him the truth, that I gave you the ability too keep your daughter alive─"
"Keep me alive?"
Her father and his guest turned around, her father looked angry and worried, but the other man looked slightly amused.
"Yes," The man said with a smirk on his face, "I am the one who gave your father the instructions for that potion you take so often."
"You gave him that?" The man nodded, "It tastes really bad."
Her father had a look of absolute horror while the other man chuckled.
"It does now, does it?"
"Have you ever smelled it?" Aradia asked with a disgusted look on her face and the man chuckled again. She walked over to the sofa he was sitting on and sating down next to him. Her father tried to stop her, but before he could reach her she asked:
"Who are you?"
The man looked mildly surprised by her boldness then said "I am the Dark Lord."
Arabia's eyes got huge, "Are you related to the Queen?"
The Dark Lord tried to suppress a grin, "No."
"Are you royalty?"
"No."
"Then how are you a lord?"
The man had to think for a moment before simply stating "Because I am."
Aradia seemed to except this answer and moved on to her next question, "What's your name?"
"Most people call me You-Know-Who."
"But I don't know who. How am I supposed to know who?"
"Well, in that case, others refer to me as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"But everyone has a name."
Seveus was angry with himself for not putting a locking charm on his daughters door.
Aradia greatly amused the Dark Lord, "I'll tell you, but you have to keep it a secret, okay?"
Aradia nodded feverishly, wanting to be let in on the secret, "Voldemort." He whispered.
Aradia elapsed into a fit of giggles and Severus flinched.
"Moldywarts! That's a funny name!" Aradia giggled
The whole room went silent for three seconds. Severus knew it was over, there was no way he and his daughter would survive the night, the best he could hope for was that her death would be painless. But to Severus' surprise, the man sitting next to his daughter started to laugh.
"It's a bit of a mouthful, isn't it? How about you just call me Tom?" The little girl nodded, "Good. So what's your name?"
The child smiled, "Oh, my name is Arad─" Aradia started coughing violently and doubled over before falling over on the man next to her.
Severus glanced at the clock and knew what was wrong, and reached into his pocket for the vile that he always carried with him while running over to his daughter. He uncorked the vile and forced the liquid inside of it down her throat. It took a moment for the coughing to subside.
Now on the floor she hugged her dad and said "Thanks," before turning to the man she fell on, "Sorry."
"Your right, that potion does smell awful."
"I think it's time for bed, Aradia." Her father said, and she only nodded.
"I should leave too, Severus. I have other business to attend to. I expect you to have applied for the job by the end of the week, or I shall be very disappointed." He stressed the last word and Severus knew that he had know choice. "Good evening Severus, Aradia."
"Bye, Tom!" Aradia waved before he disappeared with a small pop!
"Wow, what was that, dad?"
And Severus, still wondering how he and his daughter survived, grudgingly began to explain that all the bedtime stories of wizards and witches were more than stories...
A/N: Short, I know. But as Aradia gets older, the chapters should get longer.