Ok, a HP fic about Snape's daughter…oh, and emmasnape99, you're gonna be the new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, and in the story, you eventually become Snape's girlfriend and then, late on, wife. That was so you didn't spaz when I said her mom was…well, you'll see.

Chapter 1: Leaving and Seeing

The girl put her hands on her hips and looked at her friend. She brushed away a strand of bright red hair and her blue eyes were narrowed and accusing. "Evvy, get up!" she cried.

The girl called Evvy looked up at her friend, looking amused. Her long black hair was pulled back and her silvery eyes danced. She shook her head. Daena is too stubborn for her own good, she thought. "Aw, come on, Dae," she wheedled. "Surely your toast can wait a few more minutes."

Daena stared at her. "Evumeimei Snape, get up right now!" Her eyes were fastened on the white-blue chair that Evvy was sitting on, and she looked impatient.

Evvy looked down at her book wistfully for a moment, and stood up, stretching. "If you say so," she yawned, and looked around the common room. It was dark blue, and the chairs inside it were almost white. She shook her head, and looked back at Daena. "I'm ready when you are," she said.

"Good," said Daena firmly, and they marched off, Evvy still looking highly amused, as if something hilarious had taken place.

Danae whirled around. "Will you stop that?" she hissed.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything wrong, according to the Durmstrang Code of Honors," Evvy teased. Daena was always trying to uphold the rules, so much that Evvy couldn't help giving her jibe about it now and then.

"Looking so…so…so…" said Daena, looking frustrated again.

"If you keep frowning, those wrinkles on your forehead will be permanent."

Daena clapped a hand to her forehead, franticly searching for wrinkles as Evvy tied to suppress her snickers. Upon finding none, Daena realized what Evvy had done and chased her friend down the few remaining stairs in the Dining Hall.

The Dining Hall was huge, the walls a dark blood red gilded with silver decorations. There were five long silver tables, and silver goblets and platters filled with food lay upon them. Evvy stared at her table, the Elvdrvarday House, and an image of a bagel came to her mind's eyes. When I was home, I had those, she thought wistfully as she sat down.

Home didn't mean much to Evvy. At age eleven-she was now 16-, her mother had died, and her father when into a rage. He ordered Evvy, her older sister Bryony, and her sister's twin, Amai, to pack up. He sent them off to Durmstrang, and Evvy hadn't seen her father, or her house, since. Since her father supposedly had connections with the headmaster, Evvy and her sisters stayed at school over the summer. When her sister's graduated three years ago, when Evvy was in her third year, she lived with them every year over the summer breaks. Her father sent short and curt notes occasionally, but they were rather boring, and Evvy didn't pay much attention to them. As far as she cared, her father didn't exist.

Today was one of those times when he sent a note. A large brown owl dropped a letter on her plate, which was addressed to her in her father's thin short handwriting. Evvy looked at it skeptically, and opened the letter.

Dear Evumeimei,

As your father, I summon you to the Snape Manor for winter break. I hope you have enjoyed your sixth year at Durmstrang so far.

Sincerely,

Severus Snape

Winter break wasn't that far off; only about a week remained until the holiday. Evvy stared at the letter. Snape Manor. After all these years, she would get to see her own house again, see her old room again. Suddenly her old house seemed so far away, like a distant dream that had almost ceased to exist, but bordered on the edge of reality. She wasn't even sure if it was a home anymore. Her home had been at Durmstrang, or at her sisters' house for almost six years. It would be awkward.

"Evvy," said Daena. "Are you okay? You're not speaking."

"Here, look at this," Evvy said, still in shock, and handed her the letter.

As Daena read it, her eyes widened. "Finally invited you home again, eh? About time to." She looked at Evvy. "You're going, aren't you?"

"I don't really have a choice, do I?" asked Evvy with a lopsided smile.

Daena shrugged. "Her, Cris, look at this." Cris was Evvy's other best friend. He was nice, trustworthy, and pretty daring when it came to it. She and Daena were always trying to restrain him from various schemes, most of which were pretty stupid. He was almost constantly in detention.

"Hmm?" He said. He reached for the letter, but Daena pulled it away.

"Hands," she said, and smiled wryly as Cris rolled his eyes and wiped his hands. "I saw that," she told him.

"Whatever," he said, and snatched at the letter again.

Daena pulled back. "Say it nicely," she cautioned.

Evvy smiled. Daena and Cris were constantly bickering, but Evvy was used to it. It was part of the background noises, just as all the bustling and chattering of the school was when she read. She just adjusted.

Once Cris had managed to secure the letter, he skimmed over it and he looked over at Evvy. "Wow. This is a surprise," he said, stating the obvious.

"Yep," said Evvy, buttering a roll. "It's going to be really awkward."

"I can imagine," said Cris ruefully. "Seeing your own house for the first time in years…"

At this moment, the headmaster clapped his hands. "Ahem!" he called. Everyone turned their heads, besides Evvy. She disliked the new headmaster. Their old one, Karkaroff, had run off, leaving Professor Kvetha to take his place. Kvetha was a short, fat man with curly brown hair and a wide smile that made him look cheerful, and he made bad jokes. He also tried to install life's lessons on everyone at any point of the day.

"I hope you all have had a great semester so far, and made new friends. As they say, good friends will stick with you through thick and thin!" Blah, blah, blah, thought Evvy. Will he ever shut up? "Well, anyway," he said hastily, trying to cover up his mistake of saying something extremely boring, "We have the new exchange student!"

Evvy looked up at this announcement, and a few murmurs went through the crowd. About a month ago, teachers handed out forms for what they called "The Durmstrang Exchange". Evvy, having only seen Durmstrang for the last five or six years-and her sisters' house, of course, signed up. She thought it would be pretty fun. She knew now that thousands of people had signed up, and she wasn't going to get picked, but it would be fun to see who did.

Professor Kvetha pulled out an envelope from his pocket with a flourish. "So, Professor Fendari, will you do us the honors?"

Evvy rolled her eyes at this attempt at imitating a cheesy game show, and was pleased to see Professor Fendari, who was one of her personal favorite teachers look affronted and shake her head, until Professor Kvetha poked her with his wand and she accepted the envelope with a scowl on her face. "So without further ado," she said, rolling her eyes as she spoke, "the exchange student is Evumeimei Snape!" Her face became cheerful as she read Evvy's name. "Evvy?" she said, looking around the room. "Will you please stand up?"

All the color drained from Evvy's face. No, she thought desperately. Oh no.

"Ev, what's your problem?" Daena said, poking Evvy with her wand, not unlike Professor Kvetha. "Stand up!"

Evvy stood slowly, a look of dread on her face. She had suddenly remembered her third year, the day Durmstrang was ending…

It was the last day of school, and Evvy had been sitting in her favorite armchair, curled up with a book, when Cris tugged at her arm.

"What?" she had said crossly.

Cris had paid no heed, and said excitedly. "The exchange student is back!"

At this, Evvy had dropped her book and made her way over to a small crowd of students, which she knew now had surrounded the boy Laron Quinil, a seventh year.

"So Laron," said a shapely blonde who had been practically sitting in his lap. "How was it?"

"It was pretty cool," he said, smiling at all the attention. He was tall, with dark curly brown hair and slanted blue-green eyes. The blonde fluttered her eyelashes, and Evvy balked, disgusted.

"What about the teachers?" said a brusque voice, which Evvy recognized as her sister Bryony's. Bryony wasn't one to flutter her eyelashes at some random stranger just because he went somewhere 'exotic.'

"They were really nice too," he said, frowning at how un-amused Bryony sounded. Evvy smiled. Her sister had curly locks of black, and startling green eyes, and though she was attractive, it took a lot to impress her. "But this one teacher, the Potions teacher, was harsh. Professor Snape, I think it was."

"Oh wow," said Bryony sarcastically. "Wonder Boy actually had trouble with something."

"The Boy-Who-Lived was there too," Laron said hurriedly, in another desperate attempt to impress Bryony. "I met him."

"Oh, amazing," Bryony scoffed, though quietly so only Evvy could hear, but she kept her uninterested look on her face.

"So how was he?" said a brunette, shooting a scathing look at Bryony, as if she was warning her to stop. Bryony had rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

Evvy hadn't made the connection then, but she did now. Professor Snape, she thought with dread. My father. It's awkward enough going home-whatever that is-for the first time in God knows how long, but going to school with him as my teacher? He may not even treat me as a daughter, but as a student, and never anything else.

But it was too late now. She was chosen, and she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't even tell Cris and Daena yet, because everyone was staring at her, and besides, they probably wouldn't be able to hear her, for the Hall had broken out into applause, and it was too loud to put a word in edgewise. Evvy's face burned.

"Yeah Evvy!" yelled a girl from the Brintonu House. They were pretty good friends, and it made Evvy feel good that someone, besides Cris and Daena, was applauding because they actually knew her.

"Ahem, students" said Professor Kvetha, trying to stop the tremendous amount o noise that was ricocheting off the walls of the hall. Which didn't work.

"SILENCE!"

Everyone was instantly quiet and turned towards the front off the Hall again. "That's better," he said, composing himself into false cheerfulness. "Now, Evumeimei, I advise you to pack up your belongings, for, at the en of Christmas Break, you will not be returning to Durmstrang, but to Hogwarts!" A cricket chirped. "Thanks, and have a nice day!" he said hastily to cover up his bad remark, and sat down again. The Hall resumed it's regular chatter as Evvy sank back down in her seat.

"Congrats!" said a girl from across the table.

"Thanks Selene," Evvy smiled at the girl. Selene was a tall blond with blue eyes, and was liked for her niceness. It was almost like she couldn't be mean.

"Yeah," said Daena, clapped a hand on Evvy's shoulder. Evvy winced. "It should be a blast!"

"I'll miss you guys, though," Evvy reminded her. "Besides, it's not all fun and games. I actually have to work, you know." Then she added quietly, "With my father."

Daena didn't hear her, and flapped her hand dismissively at the first comment. "Sure, fine. Turn something fun into work. It's what you do best, after all."

Normally Evvy would have defended herself, but she was too deep in thought to notice.

The next week was a blur of activity. Evvy was either packing, arranging for Daena to take over the newspaper for the time being, studying, or worrying about breaking the news to her father. Or worse, worrying about actually meeting her father.

Finally it was the last day before winter break, and Evvy, Daena, and Cris were standing at the train station where the Underground Floo Network (UFN) let them off. The harsh wind whipped around them as wizards and Muggles-non-magical people-bustled around them. Daena looked at Evvy strangely, then lunged at her, and hugged her fiercely, sobbing as she did so.

"Oh, Evvy!" she cried onto her shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"Daena…strangling me…" Evvy gasped, getting crushed by the force of Daena's hugs.

"Oh," she said letting go, and wiping her eyes on her sleeve. "Sorry. But I am!" she wailed, but Cris grabbed her around her waist and restrained her. Evvy flashed him a grateful smile, which he returned rather awkwardly, for his arms were around Daena's waist and she was clawing at them to get free. Then suddenly she realized that Cris was holding her, and relaxed, looking pleased with herself. Cris didn't let go, though Evvy noticed that he slackened his grip. I always knew those two would end up together, she thought, smiling wryly.

"I'll miss you too," said Evvy, trying not to smirk. "here, I've got something for you." She pulled out two mirrors. "These are three-way mirrors. Breathe on the surface and say the other's name, and they'll appear. I have the third." Inside she was thinking: these cost me so much at the village. Don't you dare lose them. But instead she said kindly, "These are worth quite a bit. Please don't lose them." She handed them the mirrors.

"Which reminds me," said Cris, and untwined his arms from Daena, and pulled out a package. Evvy gasped when she saw the contents.

A red leather book with gold-edged parchment lay inside, with blank pages ready for use. A black quill with a gold nub was next to it, as well as a jar of ink.

"The notebook is a Thought-Journal," Daena explained, satisfied now that Cris's arms were back around her again. "When your hand is tired, think the words, and they will appear on the pages. The pen will make you remember things that you had meant to write, and the ink will wash off any surface, therefore not ruining anything."

"It's amazing," Evvy whispered, and looked up at them, her eyes filled with wordless thanks. "How can I ever-"

"Don't mention it," interrupted Cris. "You've done enough for us over the years. This is our repayment to you, and only a bit of it."

Evvy's eyes filled with tears, and she hugged them both tightly. Suddenly a heavily accented voice said from behind her, "Mistress Snape?"

Evvy whirled around to find a tall expressionless man in a black suit and tie. He had neatly combed black hair and a handlebar mustache. Evvy composed herself before saying imperiously, "Yes?" A giggle escaped from Danae.

"I am Julius, if you please, your chauffeur," he said, bowing serenely. "If you will allow me to carry your belongings?"

Evvy handed him the gifts and her trunk, and turned back to her two friends. "Bye you guys. Don't forget the mirrors."

"We won't," whispered Cris.

Evvy turned back to Julius. "I'm ready," she said, sounding braver than she felt.

"Good." Julius and Evvy walked over to a sleek black car. Evvy turned back before entering it, and saw her two best friends with their heads on each others shoulders, tears streaming down their cheeks. Evvy sniffled a little bit, and before she could cry, she gave a quick little wave, sat down, and the car zoomed off into the darkness.