Tom was getting more and more space of this chit's mind, marking it as his and eliminating some useless facts like Quiddich or her love for sweets. The limiting of the sweets was a genius move, as she told her red headed brothers that she had to stay fit, and dedicate herself to studies, and didn't the know sugar reduced brain capacity? or some other nonsense like that.

Tom liked to use more green in his style, unfortunately it clashed horribly with the girl's hairs. He was also curiuos as to how he had been defeated, and what happened to him last year?

After learning all about Potter, he layed out a brilliant plan to lure him to the den, but then he found about his sneaky servent who had denied him help.

Tom had no doubt that Snape was fully capable of helping Quirel, but he had ignored him. It was a shame that he had been reduced to a parasite-like existance, and he had lost to a boy. What angered himthe most was how one of his loyal servents had the gall to betray him!

Because Snape was powerful, and he was a specialist in potions and dare say he was a good occlument. There was no way he was scared or was unable to lend a hand. His other self was probably confident, because he did not just mark anybody, no way he was that dumb. Tom could tell the faint trace of his own magic lingering on Snape, and he had done his research about him. His arrest, Dubledorevouching for him, and him staying on Hogwarts as a profesor despite being painfully young and inexperinced.

No explantaion needed, Snape was un-loyal.

Fucking traitor of a spy! Tom hated traitors with a passion, those who abondoned others when things got hard. Convienet loyalty was just the worst.

So he focused on his moods, his habits, his aquintances, anything he could use against him to ruin the man for good.

Potter was just a mediocare brat, no special ability whatsoever. He could get rid of him with an avad, and he would be no wiser.

But Snape, he was a damn intelligent qualified wizard, and Tom had to admit if he was to confront him, he would lose.

It was shameful because tom was only monthes away from being 17, and he had mastered all Newts had to offer a year ago. Also Tom was better in legilimency, so mind assault was out,So cunning it was.

The man was meticulus, cautious and freaking paranoid. He used both muggle and magical ways to luck his doors, never ate or drank anything before testing it and always used wards of his own designs to protect his conversations.

Until christmass when he slipped.

He was looking at the granger girl weirdly, when she was in the hall, or in class. The bitch talked nonstop about how strange he was behaving.

He also noticed he had private sessions occasionally with another first year, unfortunately Ginny was a dumb ass, and had not figuered it out yet.

So there were two explanations, he either was using that first year, for whatever reason, or was protecting them.

He was not the pedophile type at all, so protection- how unlikely it seemed – was the answer.

The question was 'why'?

And this Granger girl was becoming a pain in his ass, with stucking Ginny and asking 'how she was' and if 'she was dealing with homesickness'. He attempted to get rid of the know-it-all by petrification, but that sodding sixth year was petrified instead.

A curious person might ask why he did not kill them and just petrified them? The answer would be that Tom didn't have a death wish thank you. He was only a shade still, and had only a torn piece of a soul which did not bear another tear. Killing those mudbloods may or may not resault in one, but Tom couldn't risk it.

So when he heard he had planned a meeting with Granger, he went after her to get her somewhere alone without those side kicks and petrify her, but he got something loads better.

Tom was running down the corridore to get to the meeting, but she was stopped by her idiotic brother, percy.

"how are you, Gins?"

God was he nuts? Gins? Did he not know she hated it? Was there nothing between his ears?

"hmm, alrigt? I was just going to ask Hermione a question, so if you…"

His face fell.

"cant you trust your brother? I think I can help you more Ginny, if its anything about courses or.."

Tom's patience was wearing thin, he barely could get to Granger at this rate!

"sorry precy, but it's a –Tom cringed, he would kill percy for making him say it- girly problem, humm you know time of the month?"

Percy's eyes widened. Tom smirked, stupid virgin!

"I .. eh.. its..go on , I will catch up later?"

And hurried away.

Tom ran as fast as he could, but he was a bit late.

Severus had fucked it up again, royally this time. He had planned to tell the girl slowly, but had not considered that maybe miss Astoria greengrass would come to the weekly meeting early.

The girl was allergic to almost anything, and she had a fragile health. She had to constantly monitored to know if she was ok or not. Her lungs were far too suseptible to getting a pnumonia, and the scotland weather did not help.

Saint mungo's healer told her parents she would not stand a chance if she developed another lung infection, and as much as a bastard Severus was, he couldn't not help prevent her life being shortened for such a ridiculous thing. She was to be monitored until she had her first cycle, and then it would go away.

Probably one of weird purebloods curses afflicted the child.

She had a weekly meeting on 6 pm each Friday, either with him or Madam Pomphery. Both of them were medical experts, the only ones in school, so there was no choice.This week pomphery was out of school to run an errand, so the duty fell on him.

When he found out, it was far too late to tell Hermione not to come, as the witch was right ouutside his office, and miss greengrass was inside his office.

He might or might not paniked, because the speech he had perpared would take about 20 minutes, and he wanted to invite her to his rooms, and had invited andromeda to get here at 5:30, in case she needed a shoulder to cry.

(no, under no circumstance severus would get snot on his robes, even his daughter!)

Then he had planned to go to andromeda's, because she could use a little distarction, after hearing such grave news.

"profesor, did you have a meeting?"

Greengrass asked.

"unfortunately yes"

Then he hurried to get Hermione inside.

Both girls awkwardly waited till he checked the results, and motioned Astoria to leave. Of course the whole debacle had un-nerved him, and he was anxious as hell.

Rage, because fuck it Poppy! Why would you leave without telling me ? am I a joke? Is my time of so little value?

Anxious, now he could not remember a single line of his speech! The wjole greengrass checkup had made his mind spiral, and he had forgotton the words!

Sadness, what if he told her and she did not want her?

It was nearly 5:30, and the floo activated.

"heyya Severus! Are you here yet? How is our little daughter? Hermione? Don't you want to give your godmother a hug?"

Yep, fucked up fucking fantasticlly.

The girl's eyes widened , Severus knew the exact momment it dawned on her.

She ran out.

Tom was so happy he was like on the moon! He didn't get exactly what was what, but heard enough from the position he had taken in the classroom above Snape's office. There was no way for his damn anti-evesdropping spell to fell but this classroom.

He had heard a woman calling one of the girls, either granger or astoria, 'our little daughter' and 'giving a hug'.

His hearing was off and on, a nasty buzz sound prevented him from hearing thing completely. But he had no doubt that snape had a secret child.

It was christmass!

His mind was buzzing with ideas, oh how delicious it would be when he took his revenge on snape and his daughter!