As Severus sat behind his seat on the great hall, his mind was moving with an unimaginable speed, one hundred miles away, there were not many people present for this Christmas, the earlier events had even scared off the most bookish 5th and 7th years into going back home.

He sat far away from the red table but he could still hear Granger's annoying chatter.

' no Harry, you should not call professor Lockhart a fool, he is our teacher , and a bit eccentric, but I am sure he means well!'

His blood boiled and Severus left eye was twitching madly, if this witch was his daughter-which Severus prayed she wasn't- He would castrate Lockhart make a potion out of his jewels and force feed him that. Why in hell was he bewitching innocent second years with his revolting smile and his priceless robes and perfect hair? How his wand hand was itching to hex him into oblivian. How in hell a child of his...

And he stopped himself, it was no fact, there was no evidence but his sleep addled brain , which traitorously reminded him that he hadn't made a mistake in potions since he was a wee 9 years old- and ...

Fuck it he had to know!

He had the witch's blood, his muggle father and himself at his disposal, so he was a potion away from knowing the truth. It was not like he had to make a philosopher's Stone to learn the truth.

Hopefully it will reveal nothing...

And that was how 3 hours later, that specific thrice damned evening, 12 vials of freshly brewed parental potions proved him to be the father.

Step 1: shock and denial

Severus conviently broke into Minerva's office to check the Granger who was absolutely not his daughter's file. There. His parents were Jean and Richard Granger, dentists, in their 45 and 7 year. And the girl was born on 1979 right? He had to be in his 18s when she was conceived, that made her mother to be a 32 years old, hilarious. Ridiculous! As if his 18 years old self would go and sleep with a women that could have been his mother!

OK, 14 years age difference, not a mother but a huge difference right?

Right.

Preposterous!

But...

What story were those 12 vials telling then?

He had no doubt in his potion making skills, Albus had no doubt on his potion making skills, he'll even the dark lord and The bloody Marauders didn't doubt his skills in that area.

But...if he was a father, the father, her father...

Sweet Merlin who was the mother? It couldn't be jean Granger, right? He would never sleep with her, an old muggle dentist of all things...and the potion only told he was the father... wait not father, it told him Richard Granger wasnt related to Hermione by blood...so the mother, or father... Gods above! He could be mother or father! Was it him? There was this ridiculous rumour the prince line could carry whether they were male or female...McNair kinda said he had him under imperius, and tried a couple of potions on him... was it then? Did he had him drink a gender changing potions and...he shuddered - had his way with him? Had he had a child with that basterd?

OK, relax Severus! You are a bloody occlumece!bested both Albus and dark lord,get a grip on yourself! No way he had you under imperio, And you would surly remember if you had to carry a baby! For nine whole months!

Right?

And Granger is way too sweet to be related to that sadist, also McNair had a sixth finger which was herditory, and as far as Severus knew, Granger had 5 of those.

But...

Fuck it! He had to brew one potion to test it with Granger's mother too. If she wasnt related to her...Was the mother any other witch? Was she adopted by muggles then?

Narcissa? Merlin hairy balls Bellatrix?

No no no, draco was born on June, not possible for Cissa to have been pregnant with Hermione Granger. And Bellatrix would have him crucified if that happened.

Why in hell he never kept a fucking list? How he was to know if he had made a magical baby ...

Shit! Was it possible there was another baby with his DNA? A magical? Merlin's balls nonmagical?

An hour later, an apparat to Dr she-Granger and posing as an officer (cough remaining polyjuice Hermione had brewed cough)who had to check if she was on drugs...( he actually had no idea if it was an option, but he needed her blood given willingly, and fresh, so he made up a story he had heard from Charity...wait how long ago he had...with Charity? Should he go and ask her? Was it impolite to ask her to give him her piss?)

After he brewed a second pair of potions, again with his blood and Dr She-Granger...

OK, Severus patted himself on the back, the potion said it was him and Jean Granger- the real mother Hermione Granger knew all her life- to be the parents...

But if that was the case...

Oh God above!

Draco had a crush on her! Even if she wasn't Cissa's, Severus was the brat Godfather, was draco having a crush on his godsister? It was like Potter having a crush on Longbottom because Alice was his Godmother...Was there anything like God brother or sister available? Morgana's tits! Draco and Granger, siblings...the sheer terror of having them both around...

So he was sitting on Minerva's office, gulping down her best scotch. It was not possible.

Step 2: pain and guilt

As he was sporting the worst headache ever in the history of wizard kind, getting told by Minerva who had found him on her door sobbing, he found out he hurt.

His nonexistent heart was hurting something awful.

How in the world he had burdened a child with his aunt genes? Granger's bloody teeth was all on him!( maybe his aunt more-or-less)Her sodding know it allish behavior was all him at that age!

How many times she had left a class in tears because of it? How many people teased her? And her fucking magic! She was magic because of him? Would she be magical if not for his genes? Was she isolated in her youth, childhood as a result of her being magical?

And he, a death eater...what would be her life if she found out? Would she even accept it?

Severus was rejected by many, but rejected by his child?

It would kill him.

But not before it harmed the child...

Fuck him for ruining another life like that!

Step 3: Anger and bargaining

He was sitting in the hall again, for the bloody feast for all things!

Minerva threatened to tell others of finding him sobbing , crying his hearts out unless he came to the feast. He never came to them, like never ever. He itched to shove his fist down Lockhart throat for bragging about him being the most suitable bachelor and his witch weekly's interview. How dare a child of him blush over some vile creature like him?

Albus cackling madly when his cracker rewarded him with a pink birthday hat didn't help at all. And when Filius tried to orchestrate a happy birthday song for him while drunk? Absurd? Horrible wouldn't even begin to describe it.

It was all Granger's fault for brewing an illegal potion, and turning into a cat. Why the stupid chit couldn't stay put and like something normal for a change? Like taming her bloody mane of hair or spelling her teeth to no be like a rabbit?

They were all living in peace before that!

Could he obliviate himself? Then would all would go the way it was?

Oh even Tobias had raised him, wrong and abused and filled with self hatred, yes...

But ...

Could one obliviate themselves?

Step 4:depression

Severus slept, and slept and slept. He didn't know how many days passed, as he took his alarms off, shut his door and spelled the curtains to stay put. Now with the added gloominess of his mood to the whole dim and cold atmosphere of the dungeons, his rooms weren't much better than Azkaban. He restricted the flow network and hexed it to spit slimy smelly grey goo on whomever dared to call on him. He knew that the people who might call on him mostly consisted of Albus and rarely Minerva. Poppy was too busy to call and Lucius wouldn't ever be seen with his head in the fireplace and his back in the air. It was a sad day when even the thought of Albus covered in slime and Luc with his hide in the air would not bring a smirk on his lips. Nothing mattered anymore, did it? So he fathered a child, bravo. That would hardly make a difference in the whole universe huh? Why bother when all would end up dead, he would die, if not by his hand then one of his masters would do it, he was not sure if Albus would beat the dark lord or vice versa. Is one child going to change fate? Of course not. He didn't see the goodness in telling the child, she had two parents, so many friends and admirers, no Scary slimy Slytherin was needed. If he announced it may jepradise her relationship with people, Albus would see her as a dark lady in training, Minerva would close her eyes on her being teased and bullied, and if it was his luck, Remus bloody Lupin would come back and attack the kid with his buddy Black, just to repeat the history. A werewolf, a Black and a Snape in tears...wouldn't be funny?

What was his purpose in life anyway? He couldn't rescue Potter from Quirel, a stuttering half dead crazy Quirunus who had been possessed , now with the Slytherin monster? For laughing out loud he was still unable to brew the damned base of the potion to unpetrify people! He was utterly, completely useless and did he know it! Oh even Sirius Black was useful in the act of keeping dementors happy by being miserable, because unhappy demetors would raid the Wizarding world to kiss people. He sighed. His hair was a disgusting mess, oil dripping from every single tar. His nose was more horrendous than anyone, even his accursed father and those teeth...

Really how many days had passed since that stupid revelation that turned his world upside down?

Was this much misery not enough? His happiness was nonexistent as it was, so why the dark lord wouldn't come back and AK him already?

Step 5: the upward turn

Wait a minute! Last year he who must not be named was nearly embodied by the help of a stone, if not for Potter and his sidekicks. Of course he now knew much of it (90 % at least) was Granger's doing, because neither Potter nor weasley, even both of their brain cells combined didn't possess the skill to do so, and his genes must have been in play for certain. But what if he possess another poor bastard? Say a werewolf? There were enough dark tomes to describe gaining a body for who he desired for any purpose. It varied from a simple polyjuice to making one out of inferries, much like Frankenstein tale. What would forbid his darkness to go there? And who would stand between those silly children, children not even of age, and the dark lord Rage? Would his, he gulped daughter, have a chance? She was loyal like him, no doubt. Stubborn like him. Thickheaded like him. She wouldn't leave Potter to his own devices, would she?

If she was one bit like him, it wasn't possible.

And he, cold-hearted as he was, bastard as he was, nasty as he was wouldn't could allow it. She was a muggleborn, essentially because he himself was a half and her mother was still a muggle, and...

She would be killed.

She was going to be tortured.

She was going to be rap...

Oh no. Not bloody likely when he still had one breath left .

He betrayed the dark lord , the dark side, for far less. For a friendship that was broken years ago.

For his own flesh and blood? he put himself in constant danger for the brats who called him worst names possible, so his own daughter...even if he was not sure how it happened?

He would burn the light side too. Both sides if needed. They would have to cross him, and his dead body first. and if he hadn't died from Tobias abuse, starvation and beatings, Marauders bullying and a werewolf attack and weeks in Azkaban, he was a damn hard basterd monstrosity to kill.

Step 6: Reconstruction and working through

First, he needed to know exactly how Granger being his daughter happened. He had to view the years between 1976 and 1979 thoroughly, hopefully Gringots had a pensive ready for a little bit of Galleons.

1. Find out where she came from( no talk of bees and birds, thank you)

He was 99.99% certain she was his, he couldn't have made the potion 12 times wrong. But how? He itched to know and anyway, he wasn't one to accept that things just happened. He had gone and watched Jean Granger, and she was not even his type, so if he had not slept with her... what explanation could exist? A dark spell? An unknown ritual? To what purpose?

2. Set a trust vault for her, make that she inherited anything he had on the account of his demise

Well, he may not be a wealthy man, but he had at least a sum of 5000 Galleons, and his bank account on muggle world was quite sufficient for a single child. And besides, he had made it so that Draco (who else but his godson he had?)or Potter (he had indirectly killed his parents after all) should inherit and now with his own daughter the whole situation was different. Granger surely respected his talent, and his potion formulas he couldn't publish because of the dark lord, or Albus would find a way to be patented in her hands.

It was great that his daughter adored books, and if she had tried Most potent potions at second year, she was not totally averse to dark magic, which a number of his books were on that.

3. Have a talk with her parents

No idea where that come from , did muggles even have any rights to a magical child? But she needed to know both worlds, if the worst happened she had to go and hide in muggle world. And her parents were sitting docks, and she would never leave them defenseless. So yay! Talk with two dentists who would glare at his absolute horrible teeth with vengeance! Go Severus!

4. If possible, make someone her guardian in his stand, should the needs arise

She didn't have a Godmother or father no? Her parents were atheists, stupid muggles! Really what would explain all the shit the universe pulled out of its nonexistent arse if not for some higher up amusement?

He was pretty sure whoever was in charge had it in for him .

So Godfather...

He only had limited friends, if one could call them that.

Albus? No fucking shit! She would either die of diabetes before 25, or become a soldier like him

Lucius? She would become a hair fanatic, or a dark lord fanatic.

Right, no godfather for her.

Godmother?

Minerva? She was OK, but Morgana's backside would she curse like a sailor! He wasn't averse to a little cursing, he was not some innocent kid, but Minerva and scotch and a bunch of friends...

Also stupid quidich! She would declare her , no force her to join the team, just for spite, because she knew he would go into cardiac arrest if anything happened to her, and she was worse than him on a broom on that age... plus she would tattle to Albus ...scratch it.

Narcissa? Perfect if not connected to Luc, and had not a child of her own to protect. Draco would come first , even if Merlin himself was in danger.

So who could he trust, who was a friend, but not a heavy drinker, who sweared like sailors? Who wasn't an overprotective mother hen but could guide his daughter?

Who could have the cunning of Cissa, but with heart of Minerva...

Unless...

Oh of coarse!

Andromeda! She owed him one for rescuing her husband, she was a fierce witch with no nonsense attitude, had skills in mediwitchery and was a Slytherin herself...

That would do.

Again, back to step one...

Number one wasnt exactly easy even if it looked like being a peace of cake. After three days of wandering in his own mind for answers, and not finding a clue, he took his chances on his most important thing he had as an asset, his potions.

He brewed the simplified version of Flix Flicis known as Flicity potion, it needed the blood of a virgin and hair of a unicorn, plus his own blood. If the ministry forbade it 50 years ago? It was their problem. Honestly why the hell anything containing blood was a no no for them, was beyond him. British ministry was years behind in that theory and they didnt even seem to be bothered to change it. What was wrong with brewing a Flicity potion which was not time consuming like its counterpart, easy to manage and with less side effects ?

After it finished simmering, and he had the suggested five drops , he felt like going for a stroll down spinners end. He had not gone there after 1977, so it was confusing as hell. Why this damn potion made him think of there? Did it mean it was where it happened? But it was impossible! The girl was born on September 1979, 2 years after that! Did it involve time travel?

Oh rubbish,her mother was a muggle,and time turners only managed hours, not years.

So what would have enabled him being...

And then he realized.

He wanted to face palm, scream and slap himself silly at the same time, for Merlin's sack! The only part of him needed was his sperm!

The said body liquid was donated at damn Christmas. So Like almost always, it was his own stupid behavior that had caused all this sham.

Now using both his powerful memorizing techniques and his occlumency, he could even taste the memory...

It was 1977 near Christmas , his mother had died recently and his father was nowhere To be found, not that he wished for him to be , no. But the problem layed in the house, or lack of it.

It seemed his sire had bet more than he owned, and now the house, and everything in it was out of his reach for a while. It was a cold winter and his scrawny teenage self was shivering helplessly. He had foolishly left Hogwart's , because of Lupin staying over for Holidays. With his encounter with Lupins other self, he had no fondness for being around the savage beast. There was no way for him to stay anywhere else, he was not ready to be in debt of another snake, and no other house would have helped him. He was on his own, like always.

So the second day after finishing the last sandwich

He had grabbed out of Hogwart's kitchens, the situation turned for worse. The sky was tearing itself apart with heavy snowing and he was in dire need of shelter, food and money. When the solution showed itself in a crumpled pamphlet near the bin he was discarding the crumps.

Donate now!

He was going to discard it too, but his eyes caught the word 10 $$ per...

Per what?

Donate what?

He hastingly looked over the aria, in hope of finding an answer.

And there it was.

10 $$ per donation.

Only healthy males needed.

He was both a member of male clan, and quite healthy, and he was near 18, if they did not accept, surly a tiny confudus would come in hand?

That was it.

Severus now could remember the damn memory like it was yesterday. He had it buried as deep as some of his worst deeds as a death eater. He now could remember when his awkward 17 years old went to that center and found out what was to be donated.

His Sperm.

He was throughly mortified of giving away that...special body liquid. But needs must. He had donated it( more like selled it) and the stupid muggle had not even checked his age. He was lanky enough to be mistaken for a grown up, and his shiny demenour did not left any doubt of him being a kid still.

An apparition to the institue and some breaking spells,and a clean legilimency ( how the same stupid muggle was still working there was beyond him) after, he was certain Grangers had the baby with a sperm donation, his to be specific.

Step 7: Acceptance and hope

He wrote the letter to Andromeda and set a date. Then emailed( it was bloody hard, working with fucking internet. What was wrong with normal magical owls?) The Grangers for an appointment. He also had to talk with poppy and change the medical proxy from Minerva to himself. Good for him, Poppy was as secretive as him.

So many works, so little time...

He went to work on his un-petrification cure.

Wait, now that he acknowledged his daughter, and filled the Gringotts form( the ministry could go to hell, they did nothing but to raise the taxes for their nonexistent services) so she could inherit...was her family name now Snape? Granger-Snape? Snape-Granger? Was it even Granger if she was not a Granger? Was it her mother's maiden name Snape?

Why was he doing this to himself?

The cauldron melted, again.