Okay, so this is the first story I've started in a while that I'm vowing to myself to finish, I'm not a person who sticks to stories, but this one has been in my heart for a while, I REALLY need a beta as well as want one so if anyone's interested I'm all ears! I REALLY hope you enjoy this story, it's a Snape/Lupin pairing and I'm not sure about Harry yet, I think he's going to be paired off with Draco to be honest, who doesn't love Drarry? Although I MUCH prefer Snarry I have to admit. Snape and Lupin will eventually adopt Harry but that won't happen for a while. I'm not too sure what my overall plot is, I have several different directions I am planning to steer this in, maybe my beta will decide for me!
I'm stopping the rambling, my apologies for words spelt wrong, punctuation used incorrectly, English is my first language but I'm incredibly stupid so you know! I also wrote this story because a lot of the 'Snape has a daughter' stories suck.

Disclaimer: I don't own it and even if I did it would be nowhere near as big as JKR has made it! (This is probably the only chapter you'll get a disclaimer, I forget to do them a lot)

I also hope to make updates a lot longer because I know I hate reading stories where there's about 100 words in each chapter and about 7,0000 chapters.

Set in Harrys 6th year, no Slughorn (never liked him) Just lots of Lupin. Nom.

Let's get cracking.

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Chapter 1: My daughter

'Mr. Larousse, if you ever want to get anywhere near passing Potions I suggest you stop frolicking under the table, remove your hands from underneath your partners skirt and pay attention,' Snape spat. John Larousse flushed as did Eliza Drayton and moved apart immediately.

Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to control the urge to wrap his hands around one of their throats. He hated third years, cocky, arrogant and thinking they were above everyone else. And it was he who had to face the headaches and nausea of having to teach the brats.

'Now that I have your attention,' Snape shot them both a nasty look,' In just a few short years you will be starting your owls, the ministry and teaching board feel it is,' He stopped curling his lip, 'prudent for you to be prepared and practising now.'

And so the lesson went on with Snape giving them his usual, 'You shalt not fuck around in my lessons or I will eat yo' brains' lecture, along with starting the theory modular for potions, as usual no-one was happy about starting preparation for OWL's or any kind of exam. Who wanted to do preparation for fifth year exams in third year? Not to mention it being the first day back of school. And who wants to do anything on the first day?

But to their annoyance the previous three lessons had in fact all been the same. Starting with lectures about how they were entering a new year bla bla bla. It annoyed Snape just as much as them, he could be doing better things with his time than telling brats not to be foolish.

When the ball rang it wasn't clear who was more eager for their departure, Snape or the third years themselves. As they rushed out, yelling and chattering, happy at the prospect of lunch and meeting up with friends Snape all but slammed the door shut and sank down into his chair, his head on the desk, fully intending to nap. But alas the door he had ever so gracefully shut squeaked open and shut again. Snape lifted his head, presumably to glare this person to death when he saw his daughter.

'Daddy!' She yelled as she took a seat on the front desk, threw her bag on the desk and grinned up at Snape expectantly. He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. She just smirked back.

'That's Professor to you Laney,' He chided. She gave an unladylike snort. Laney wasn't a popular girl at school. Upon being sorted she was put into Slytherin, which squashed the fear Snape had of her going into a different house and them treating her badly because her father was greasy git of the dungeons and head of Slytherin. Laney was the only person in the world he cared about, apart from her being a 'mistake', he loved her to death and wouldn't change a thing about her.

He didn't really know why he had been so paranoid about her being bullied at school, and deep down he knew inside Laney would be in Slytherin, she was cunning, tactical and very sly. You set down rules and she'd find a way to snake around them, which was why when it came to disciplining Laney you had to choose your words very carefully. Once Snape remembered telling her to be in bed at 8pm because she had misbehaved the day before.

And at 11:30pm he found her sitting in bed with a book, her trademark amused smirk plastered over her face as she pointed out, she was technically in bed.

She was also very naturally pretty, shocking for Snape as most of the women in his family had been quite plain, never ugly just never glamorous either. But her mother Celeste Beauregard had been a woman of incredible beauty.

She had silky black hair, long with no fringe, just framed around her face and pointy chin. Sadly she didn't inherit her mother's tan luscious skin, but her father's sallow complexion, pale and rather ill looking.

Her eyes were brown, dark chocolaty rich brown, she often wore thick black eye liner which amplified them, making her look even prettier, her mouth was thin, not particularly plump at all, she usually coloured those red, not bright slutty red, dark subtle red, almost burgundy. Her nose, thankfully Snape thought, was straight and not at all hooked, inherited from her mother which was probably for the best.
However although overall Laney didn't look like Snape, there was no denying she was his daughter, their postures mannerisms and facial expressions were very similar. When they'd be having an argument, Snape would raise his eyebrows, Laney would do the exact same, putting her hands on her hips with a defiant look on her face.

Her frame was thin, thinner than average for her age, Laney loved food but there was nothing she loved more than her broomstick. Snape had often wondered if she loved her Firebolt more than him, and the answer he usually concluded on was yes. In the summertime Laney would zoom over the castle of Hogwarts and Snape Manor. She could do all sorts of tricks on her broomstick, from hanging upside down, to standing up on it.

Although she was a child she fell off her broom more than she stayed on it.

'Aren't you going to ask me how my day went?' Laney said loudly, a little impatiently perhaps at her dads zoning out. He rolled his eyes, she really was a demanding child.

'How did it go pumpkin?' He said sweetly, fighting a smirk at the look on her face. Hey eyebrows drew together and she scowled angrily.
'Da-ad! Don't call me that!' She whined looking around as though expecting the whole of her year group to be present in the classroom.

'Why not? My darling baby? My lovely ickle Laneykins, my sweet babycake? My-'

"DAD!" She yelled. He chuckled. Annoying his daughter had been a hobby from the day she could talk. When she was mad she had a full scale tantrum, at nursery some of the children had gotten scared. Well he had to admit, Laney wrath was fearsome.

'How did your day go?' He asked nicely this time, propping his legs on his desk he listened to Laney talk about her day.

'…and then would you believe it, she has the nerve to come and sit next to me! As if everything before summer never happened, the cheek of her!' Laney exclaimed. Snape listened amused, teenagers always seemed to think whatever problem was going on in their life was the biggest dilemma anyone could ever face when really, compared to the problems in future, they were harmless and trivial. He couldn't understand the need teenagers felt to exaggerate everything and whine constantly. Laney never really whined, he had not brought her up in such a way as to whine for what she wanted. When she wanted something, she'd simply get up herself and get it. One of the motto's she lived by was, 'If you observe little rules, you can break big ones,'

Laney certainly got what she wanted all the time, but not because she whined and begged for it, because she had enough sense to know how to get it herself. Self-independence was something Snape always encouraged, although sometimes it drove them to arguments. She'd always try and do things her way, Laney's problem was that she didn't try and ask for help she wanted everyone to see her as someone who could do things for themselves, someone who didn't need to depend on others. It had also gotten her in trouble at school when she was unwilling to work in groups with others.

And as a voice that sounded remarkably a lot like Dumbledore in the back of his head said, 'Strength is not battling alone, it is having the courage to ask others for help,' Laney to depend on herself and that was where she went wrong, she didn't trust, something she had probably picked up from Snape, simply because she found it easier to rely on herself, no matter how much Snape told her to come to him for any problems.

She was just too self-reliant.

Laney chatted on for the rest of dinnertime, Snape barely getting in a word edgeways began to mark essays.

' , as incompetent as always I see, tell me did you even bother to pick up your textbook this year? Or was it too good for The-Chosen-One? Potters textbooks aren't even living up to expectations, tut, tut,' He said softly. Harry didn't move, he didn't even look up. So Snape tried again.

'Are you too good to listen to words or criticism now? Is it too much for Potters sensitive ears?' He taunted. The Slytherins were laughing as always, Snape taunting Harry was a form of regular potions entertainment after all. The rest of the class simply didn't find it amusing, what did Snape get out of being such a bastard to Harry? Snape, annoyed he couldn't get a rise out of Harry swooped down one more time.

'Your work is abysmal, first years could produce better,' He said scathingly. 'If you think you are superior to the rest of us I assure you, you are very wrong, you are simply a spoiled little boy who is always getting his way, you cannot work efficiently and you will fail every exam you take if your Houiler than thou attitude continues,'

'In that case,' Harry said standing up, still his tone not matching Snape's and still not looking at him,' I'll stop wasting your time and just leave,' Harry walked out and slammed the door shut behind him.

Everyone sat silent waiting for Snape's reaction. The tense in the class was palpable. Everybody held their breath as though on the brink of a cliff waiting to see who would fall first. The Slytherins had stopped laughing. Snape had stopped smirking. Everyone had stopped working.

'Well, we should be glad we're rid of one arrogant fool, and if anyone wishes to join him, you know where the door is, you have not been instructed to stop so I should see chopping and dicing and no talking,' He snapped, in an even fouler mood than he had previously been in. As he tried to sort through papers and grade essays Harry Potter was on his mind.

He shook his head, no, wasn't Potter just be as insolent and prideful as always? But the way he wouldn't look at Snape as though all the desire had flooded out of him, to be replaced by depression and guilt.

But no, of course not, this was just Harry Potter, the attention seeker. Carrying on with his work, he refused to think about the nagging feeling that told him something was not quite right here. Maybe he would take up the matter with Lupin later, after all, didn't potter practically kiss the ground he walked on?

Harry sat on the cold stone floor, shivering and wishing he had his cloak. He had left it in the Gryffindor Tower, after the walk out on Potions he had pretty much just shoved his bag in his room, after all, lessons were finished. It was nearing 9'o clock and Harry knew he had to be at the common room but he just couldn't bring himself to go.

He had seen Ron and Hermione after Potions when he had been trying to avoid them, on his way to the kitchen to talk to Dobby. Ron had reacted just as he'd thought, clapped him on the back and chortled.

Hermione said he should go back to Snape and apologize, at that Harry was outraged.

'Apologize for what exactly? He insulted me, so I saved him the trouble of having to teach a dunderhead like me, after all I think he should be thanking me!' He knew Hermione meant well and so did Ron, but lately he was craving more time to himself.

It felt like too much effort now, to pretend to be happy, to pretend he was okay, he was so sick of putting on a façade, he just wanted to hide somewhere he didn't need to do that anymore. If that meant sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower while everyone was in their respective common rooms then so be it. He wanted to be where his thoughts could wander.

Where he didn't have to put up with inane babble and the constant stream of happy chattering, after all everyone else had not lost everything that meant anything to them, they were still happy and content. What was Harry? Miserable and guilt stricken. How was it even fair?

The thought of going back to the common room where no doubt everyone was waiting for him so they could applaude him for his performance in front of Snape. He hadn't meant to be disrespectful but Snape was always putting him down, and Harry didn't deserve it. Or maybe he did. Maybe he needed to be knocked down a peg or two. That would teach him. For murdering Sirius.

In the exact same position, legs sprawled in front of him, head bowed and back against the dark grey bricks of the astronomy tower was where Snape found him. He took a step closer and crouched down until he was face to face with Harry.

'Get up,' His voice was not harsh or demanding, just firm. He knew from many squabble's with Laney that when she was somewhere she shouldn't be or doing something she shouldn't be doing, yelling never helped.

Harry however made no attempt to move. He acted as though he had not heard Snape.

'Come on Potter, just stand up,' Still nothing and Snape was getting evermore inpatient.

'For gods sake Potter, stop wallowing in your own guilty, I have better things to do than babysit the golden boy, I know you are used to people doting on your-' But he was interrupted.

'Just shut up, for once in your life Snape, just shut the hell up,' Harry's voice was dripping with anger but when he talked it was also forcibly calm. White hot fury trickled through his veins. He was half stood up as if he thought of standing up but then thought better of it.

'If you truly don't care or have better things to do, GO DO THEM, no-ones asked you to stay here, no-one wants you here, I don't want you here, you hate me, you loathe me, go AWAY!' He slumped back down.

As he looked up at Snape's pallid face he was surprised to see Snape had closed his eyes and was wearing a pained expression on his face-something Harry had never seen cross his features. As he opened his mouth to speak he didn't seem to be capable of producing words, Harry scoffed disgusted and went to storm out of the Astronomy Tower.

On the way out, barely two steps away from the exit Snape caught his arm. Harry angrily tore his arm out of Snape's grip.

'Don't touch me, don't you ever touch me, His voice had lost all defiance as had his eyes, They looked dead and sorrowful. He spoke instead in a broken whisper.

'Harry, what's going on?' Snape's migraine had returned. He turned to Lupin as Harry walked past him and ignored him completely, instead Lupin turned to Snape.

Snape simply shook his head and said 'Go after him,'.

Woo! So that's it! I hope you enjoyed, please don't forget to review! And more of the Snape/Lupin in further chapters I promise, and Draco will be here at some point but his point in the story isn't needed yet.

And don't forget, looking for a beta!