Based on the books by J.K. Rowling * all hail*. Most are her characters, except a few. If you don't recognize them, they're mine. If you do, they're hers

"It's a girl." Said the doctor, in even tones.

"A girl?" came the response. A brief nod from the physician told the speaker he was right. "A girl? What am I to do with a girl? I needed a male heir!"

Severus Snape stood in the background, watching everything unfold. Lord Voldemort's child was a girl. The Dark Lord had planned for months before choosing the right female and impregnating her. And at that moment in time, the female was slowly drifting from life.

"My Lord?" the doctor whispered. "Sarasvati is fading away."

Voldemort looked at the woman who had just given birth. "Let her die." He sneered. "Severus!"

Snape glided over to his Lord. "Severus, take .and take care of.. It." were the orders he received.

"Yes, my Lord." Severus responded, and the infant girl was shoved into his arms. "My Lord, what shall her name be?"

The Dark Lord took one look at the baby, sleeping soundly in the arms of one of his DeathEaters. "Kali Volde." Then a pause. "You think up a middle name, Severus."

"Yes, My Lord." Then, looking at the infant, he smiled a rare smile. "Rose. Kali Rose Volde."

Severus Snape was 18, freshly graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was a DeathEater. As a Slytherin, it was almost expected that he do something in the fields of "dark" magic once he graduated. Most of his circle chose to be DeathEaters, so Severus went along with them. Little did he realise his mistake until it was too late.

"Severus! How nice it is to see a graduated student come back!" tittered Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. "I trust everything finds you well?"

Snape stood in front of the ageing wizard, not sure of what to say. The comforting eyes of the old man in front of him question why he did what he did. "Headmaster.." He began.

"Severus, my dear boy, call me Albus. You are not longer my student."

"Albus." a long pause followed this. "This is hard for me." A few tears escaped the perfectly laid emotional shield. Soon, he was down on the floor, crying hard. A comforting hand was placed on his back, and the elder wizard's voice could be heard softly saying "I know, my boy. I know."

"I didn't mean to Albus!" Severus hiccoughed. "I don't want to anymore. I don't want to be a DeathEater!" He pulled back a sleeve of his robes to reveal the Dark Mark on his forearm. "I don't want this anymore! Only 5 months of being a DeathEater, and I want out!" Severus hiccoughed more.

"There, there dear boy." Murmured Dumbledore. "You know as well as I that it cannot be removed. Ask your heart what you want."

Severus looked at the aged man staring at him. "Professor, I want to spy for you."

Now, at 19, Severus Snape was holding the Dark Lord's child. A useless girl, in the Dark Lord's opinion. Oh, what little did Voldemort know. Hadn't the same things been said about Elizabeth I, and wasn't she the greatest Queen in England's history? A "useless little girl" could be of great use.

"What was that, Severus?" Voldemort asked.

"I just picked out a middle name, that is all, Master." Severus replied. "Rose."

Voldemort snorted.

Severus looked at the child again. She looked like her mother, whose life was fading before them. Sarasvati Decimus was the only child of a highborn, pureblood wizarding family, with auburn hair and bright blue eyes, a round face and generous lips. She gladly gave herself to her Dark Lord, believing herself "lucky" to carry his child. She might have been pureblood, but she wasn't smart. In Voldemort's eyes, a mother to his "son", so he thought he would have, would coddle him, and make the boy soft. So he had put a curse on the poor woman, that she would die after giving birth to the child.

And there she was, on the bed, life slowly ending. Her eyes me Severus'. Realisation stuck her. Then she was gone.

Voldemort wanted a boy to carry on his work. Not a girl. The Dark Lord stood there, looking the infant in one of his most trusted DeathEater's arms. What could he do with a girl? Marry her off to one of his servants? Put her in some loyal family to be raised? He needed to think.

Severus wandered over to a couch and sat down. This was big. He had Voldemort's child in his arms. What Albus Dumbledore could do with this information!