Sorry I haven't uploaded :( I have everything written out, but I have no time with school work and my sports/ lessons after school. Sorry it's short.
Snape POV – Severus Snape sighed. He knew that old crack pot Dumbledore was correct about treading extra carefully. But it didn't mean he had to like it. The old coot had no right to tell him..no there was no need to reopen that wound, again. This was about his daughter, after all. Not about him, or anyone else.
He was going to get her back. Severus took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. He heard a man yell "Get the door, girl. Remember what I said about salesmen." The door opened, and a small girl opened the door. She was dressed in very old clothes, yet she managed to make even them look stunning.
She had his dark hair, yet it wasn't greasy like his was, with her mothers red highlights. She had, thankfully, her mothers nose, and her eyes. They were exactly the same shade, a bright emerald color. Severus Snape had never seen a more intense shade except for Lily herself. He had to stop himself from gasping.
The girl then spoke. "I'm sorry sir, but if you're selling something, we really don't need anything. But thank you for coming." she said, slightly bowing her head. 'My this girl is polite.' Snape thought. He knew what Dumbledore had told him to do, and, as much as it hurt him, he did.
"What are you a servent or something?" He drawled. He watched her pale, and, although it hurt him, continued. "No, sir." She said quickly, trying to shut the door in his face. He quickly put his foot in the doorway, and asked "Where's your master, pretty girl?" Before she could answer, a man, presumably her uncle, came in thundering into the hall. " YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT. WHERE ARE YOU? YOU STILL HAVE BREAKFEAST TO MAKE!"
He stopped after seeing the strange man in the doorway. "Who is this?" He asked, his eyes squinting at the man. "What do want?" He asked, no demanded, pushing his niece out of the way. Snape grinned evilly, and asked "How much for the girl?" The uncle stopped. "You want her? He asked, suspiciously. "Yes, of course." Snape replied, his voice threatening to turn sarcastic and cold any minute, which would ruin his 'act'. "After all, any girl is good enough, if you know what I mean." The man grinned savagly, and turned to the poor girl. "Go pack your things, brat."
Harrietta dropped to her knees. "Please, Uncle, don't send me off. Please." She begged. Her Uncle turned to her. Shoving his meaty face right into hers, he spat out , "Why?" Harrietta, almost crying replied "Because...today's my birthday." Her uncle was preparing to discuss buisness with the stranger, and was done being patient. "Go. Pack. Your. Things. Now." He grounded out and slapped her, hard. Her head banged against the floorboard, and a trickle of blood ran down her face. She got up, without saying a single word and went to a cupboard. She returned less than a second later with a pillow case with barley anything in it.