All the characters, except for Sasha, belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them.
It had been at least six years since he had last seen or heard from his family. But he wasn't surprised when he got a letter from St.Mungo's informing him of his mother's death. He shook his head as he placed the parchment in his robe pocket; he felt no emotions for Eileen Danielle Prince Snape. She was a nobody to him, just the person that brought him into this horrible, worthless world. It had read cause of death, suicide. He chuckled; he had always known she was going to do herself in. He took the letter back out, and read the bottom.We would also like to inform you that you are the sole relative of Mrs.Snape's five-year-old daughter, Sasha Christine Snape, and are granted complete guardian ship of this minor, until she reaches the age of eighteen years of age. She will be at Hippogriff station at 10:00 a.m. on Wednesday.
He coughed as he finished reading it. He had a sister, and a five year old at that. Then, as he thought about it, that didn't surprise him either. Why would they want their lovely, prefect daughter to know about their mistake of a son? His father had finally been arrested for abuse after he hospitalized six men after they got in a bar fight.
He was brought back to the present by the head master, calling his name.
"Don't bother, Albus. He's in his own little world." He heard Minerva chuckle. He shook his head before turning his attention to the much older wizard.
"Yes, Headmaster?" he asked, putting the letter away. "So, what's the news?" the man replied, gesturing the potion master's raven, which was perched on an unlit candle. He shooed it away, and watched as it flew out the window.
"My mother died." He answered, as if she was pet, not his mother. "Oh, Severus. I'm sorry." The headmaster exclaimed. Severus looked up at him.
"Why? She was just my mother, not the Minister of Magic." He snapped back. The teachers were silent as he sat there poking at his food, as usual.
"I need a couple days off, headmaster. I have to go pick my little sister up from the train station." He continued, ignoring their stares.
"Sister?" Sprout asked, sitting her fork down, "we didn't know you had a sister."
"Neither did I." He answered, standing up. "All the time, you need, dear boy." The old man replied, as his younger college disappeared through the staff door.
The station clock read 10:10. The train was late and he was tired and frustrated. He didn't have time for this nonsense. He sat down on a nearby bench and crossed his arms in front of his chest. A whistle sounded nearby as the train pulled in and came to a screeching stop. He watched as men and women stepped off, some carrying bags or packages. He was expecting a cute little girl in a pink dress and her hair done up in bows or something. But the child that stepped off the train was anything but. She was small and thin, and her faded dark long sleeve dress didn't fit her properly. She had long black hair, it had a slight wavy to it and it hung her face, covering her eyes. She looked around, before staring straight at him. He walked over slowly, unsure of her.
"Sasha?" he asked, staring down at her. She looked up at him, through her hair and nodded. He could tell she was frightened, and usually he enjoyed terrifying children, but, now, he felt slightly ashamed. He kneeled down to her level and pushed her hair back out of her face. She had an adorable face; the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen and their mother's small button nose. She was pale completed. She stared at him, as if afraid to talk.
"I'm Severus, your… brother." He explained, trying the word out for the first time.
"I know. Mummy told me about you." She replied, speaking for the first time. She spoke in a hushed whisper. He smiled.
"We better get going," he muttered, straightening up," if we're going to get back to the school before dinner." Her eyes lit up as he said school.
"You work at a school?" she asked, straining her neck to look up at his face. He nodded.
"I'm a teacher, and I live there during the year." He replied. "Really? What do you teach?" she asked again, as they started walking to the rear of the train to collect her belongings.
"Potions." He answered. She smiled. It seemed they had more in common then their DNA and appearance.
"You like potions?" he asked, as he picked up her luggage. She nodded and followed at him, having to trot to keep up with his long strides.
"What other subjects do you like?" he asked again, as they walked through the barrier onto the muggle platform. She quiet and bowed her head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing her go back to the frightened little girl from before.
"You promise not to get mad?" she asked, looking up at him, there were tears in his eyes. He cocked his head to one side.
"Sasha, why would I get mad?" he asked her, kneeling down again. "Daddy said our kind are children of the devil, and enjoying such an art was a sin." She explained. He bowed his head slightly. Their father had told him that too, when he was a child.
"The dark arts." He whispered, looking back into her eyes. She nodded and started crying. He was thankful the muggle station was almost deserted. It was a weekday and all the adults were at work and the children at school.
"May I tell you a secret?" he asked her, wiping her face with a handkerchief. She nodded and rubbed her eyes.
"That's my favorite subject too." He whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened and smiled again. He smiled back.
"Come, or we'll miss the train." He continued. She nodded as he stood up. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. His first instinct was to pull away, but instead he squeezed hers back. They didn't talk again, until they were half way home.
"Mummy talked about you all the time." She muttered, out of the blue. He looked up from his book.
"She did, what did she say?" he asked, looking at her. "That she was proud of you, and that you deserved a better life then you had." She answered. He smiled. Maybe he was wrong about his mother; maybe she did care what had happened to him. He turned back to his book, as the train rumbled down the tracks.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking out the window. "Hogsmeade, and then Hogwarts." He replied, turning the page. She was quiet the rest of the way as she looked out the window.
"It's pretty out here." She muttered, as he helped her off onto the platform. He nodded and picked up her bag.
"We're going to go eat first, and then to the school." He explained, as they walked down the road to the Hog's head. He opened the door for her and followed her inside. It was almost empty, because the usual drunks were at work or home. The lady who owned the bar smiled at the little girl as she tried to sit on the barstool.
"Who is this little one, professor?" she asked, as he helped her up. He smiled and sat down beside her.
"My little sister, Sasha." He replied, seeing the look on the bartender's face. She smiled and nodded.
"So what can I get you, Ms.Snape?" she asked, leaning down in front of the little girl; who looked up at him. " I can get anything?" she asked. He nodded in reply. She shrugged her shoulders. The bartender smiled.
"I'll come back, once you've decided. But can I bring you anything to drink?" she asked Severus. He nodded, "two butterbeers." She nodded and left. Sasha looked at the menu.
"Can you read?" he asked, as she tried to sound out the words. "A little." She replied, sitting the menu down.
"Do you want me to order for you?" he asked again. She nodded and laid her chin on her arm, clicking her teeth.
"What do you like?" he muttered, picking up her menu. She shrugged her shoulders and looked up at him. He looked back at the menu.
"Can I have ice cream?" she asked, looking up at him. He cocked his eyebrow. "You want ice cream for lunch?" he said, looking confused.
"Yes sir." She answered. "Alright, ice cream it is. But I think I'll stick to the traditional meal." He muttered, looking back at the menu. She nodded and looked around.
"Why is it so dark in here?" she asked, turning around on her stool. "It helps people relax after a hard days work." He replied.
"Do you drink?" she asked, looking back at him. "Yes," he started. Fear filled her eyes and she turned paler.
"But only on special occasions and only one glass of wine." He added, hoping to calm her. She relaxed.
"I've never been drunk." He said, tapping her on the nose. She smiled and jumped down. "Where are you going?" he asked, watching her.
"Where is the bathroom?" she asked, looking around. "Over there." He answered. She disappeared through the door.
"She's a cutie, are you sure she's related to you?" the bar tender asked, sitting their drinks down in front of him. He smirked.
"According to my mother and St. Mungo." He answered. She smiled and wiped the counter down.
"She does look like you, Professor Snape." She said, He nodded and looked back at the menu. He smirked and nodded