Andromeda came, like he thought she would, on time. Though Blacks were a kind of wixen to be fasionably late, that was not the case with Andromeda. He had thought long and hard about making her his only daughter's godmother, to allow her to have that kind of power over him and his heir. To say it terrified him, was understatment of the year. It was like choosing a new master who could crush him, but with more power. The dark lord could only kill him, Albus could send him to Azkaban ( bloody coward wouldn't kill him directly), but Andromeda…. She was firstly a Black, practically royalty. She was ruthless enough to let slip the location of her own sister, Bellatrix to aurors, knowing fully of unforgivables being allowed to use. She was a Slytherin, meaning she would consider her and hers first, and the rest of the world last. She was neither Albus, who wouldn't get his hands dirty and would go manipulating people rather do the deed himself, and too much reliable on Griffindores. She was not the dark lord, obsessed with immortality, cursing people right and left, punishing and unforgiving. She had guts Albus didn't , and had her own brand of morality the dark lord did not possess. So really, it was a gamble.

Instead, he would be gambling with his child life too. Yes she could kill him too, but what if she ruined her life? He loathed to be another Tobias, to ruin the life of his daughter.

But he had only this chance, and there was not anyone who was also on the order, a slythherin, cuning and loyal and a mother who had raised a girl of her own.

So he was here, in this stupid muggle café, in his best muggle coat and pants, with an unconfortable tie around his neck, and itchy dress shoes. He longed for his usual black robes and boots. This suit made him feel he was naked, vulnerable. He also had to add color to his wardrobe not to spook the witch. So had worn a grey suit with a pale beige button down shirt, and a vest. He went into the trouble of washing his hair and removing the protective potions that made it look oily. Now it was soft and had a slight shine, pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. He felt like he was about to propose on bended knee with the level of stress he was under.

Then she came.

Dressed in a knee high green dress which hugged her form lovingly.

That she was breathtaking, was undeniable. But he couldn't stop flinching which didn't go unnoticed. She was far too much like Bellatrix for his likings, and he was on the other side of her wand enough to have a healthy dose of fear.

She pulled a chair for herself, sat behind the table he reserved and ached an eyebrew.

Damn her! It was HIS signature move!

"well? Are you going to stare at my face like a clueless halfwit or you have something to say?"

He was dying to tell her where to stuff her sass, but unfortunatly he needed her. So where to go from here?

He in his glorious tactlessness and clumsiness blurted the worst first words he could after all these years.

" I am honestly bewildered how you manged to find a husband for yourself with that attitude of yours, you can certainly give Bellatrix a run for her money. No wonder you had to seduce a clueless Hufflepuff, a muggleborn who know not of your bloodhounds of relatives.."

And there it was, he screwd it up like whohaa.

He stopped as soon as he found out how fucked up he was, but the damage was done. Where was his occlumency skills when he needed it the most?

" charming as ever, Severus. And here I thought Dumbledore manged to put a leash on you, but at the same time, even your redhead was unsuccessful in making you a human instead of a venomous viper"

Did it stung! But he did put bellatrix and her husband in the same sentence, as much as he wanted to strangle her and hide the body in Hagrid's, he needed to be alive and kicking to protect the brat and his newly found daghter, at least until they reached 18 or took their NEWTs. On the second thought, not NEWTs. His daughter could manage them at 16 certainly, and the brat may take until his late 20s if his scholar habbits were like these two years.

So he had to appologize, a deed had not taken part in since that awful night in front of Griffindore dormetory.

"I …"

Darn! Why his voice was shaky? His vocal cords closed like they were some uncoaperative first years!

" I ap…appo..appologize Mrs Tonks"

Bravo! Now he made a perfect impression of Quirel!

Andromeda just stayed scilent, with a blank face, unimpressed. Like she was not aware he was not a man of "sorry" and "applogies".

"I have a daughter"

She replied as she took off her gloves meticulously.

" congratulations are in order then. Who is the unfortunate bearer?"

He narrowed his eyes, bearer she said? Not wife or merlin forbid girlfriend?

She motioned his lef hand, oh that , the ring!

So she thought she was a she-sherlock? a surprise was in the way!

" a second year, 13 years old daughter in fact.

It was her time to be stounded into scilence. She only mangaed to do a vague gesture by hand for him to continue.

" I was unaware too. She is friends with…Potter. And unlikly to cease her bizzare relationship with the brat. She does not have any magical relative besides me and well.."

She completed it in her mind what was untold, no doubt. That he was in constant danger of dying, it was only a chance for any fantic of the dark lord to escape Azkaban and his next step was 10 feet into ground. Traitors like him, being a spy to boast it, left no possibility of him surviving. And if he was gone, they could use his blood to erase all his relatives too. Granger was a sitting dock at this point.

It seemed she finally was on the loop, he could see her minds wheels were working. Then when understandings finally hit her like a bludger, her eyes widened like those animations he watched that one time as a child.

" you chose Me as her Godmother?"

His smirk was all there was left to say.

An hour later, he was not smirking so much.

" so you need to be intimidating, but not too much. They are muggles for circe! And we should do something about the teeth, you tolf me they were dentist? So definitly the teeth first, and hair! Merlin you look like a Grim come into life! Too gothic and scary. And too pale! Does dubledore even feed you childern? You are too skinny and you need to wear something formal, but not too formal! A bit color wouldn't go amiss. And oh, you should do the talk! I certainly can not give one as the one I did, to Edward lovely parents, they both fainted! How I need an adult!"

He wanted to scream at her speed of blurting out the words, her comments on his everything and that damn "children!" what was she thinking? She was only 14 or so tears older than him!

" Adult Andromeda?for fuck sack! Arent you nearing your fif.." then she pinched his bum!

Shepractically pinched his bum! What the fu…fudge?( he reminded not to curse, he had a child now!)

" first mister, no comments on lady's age or you will be on your own meetin the parents. And no cursing! You are a sodding father now so act like one or so help me I will pull down your trousers and pull you over my knee and tan your cute buttom myself young man! You should no better cursing in front of a lady, a child or someone who is your mothers age and is going to be your child godmother! And yes I need an adultier adult"

If she owlishly blinked, unconcously rubbed his buttom and his mind blanked, there was no witnesses, fortunatly.

The next thing he knew, she had him on her elbow, marching towards a magical teeth expert.