Chapter 1

In a weak illuminate room, a white almost transparent orb sits in the center.

This room was very special for the Wizarding World , basically, it allowed an individual to time travel at some point in time, without returning back in their own time and not breaking their own timeline.

There were a lot of cases of this type. Of course the public didn't know of even half of them.

They know about Will Timothy, a wizard that come forward in time before he could be hanged for having magic.

Of Melania Frog, a witch that wished desperately for a child, that after almost killing herself wake up there.

Alec Javier, who after escaping prison wanted to be know as a free men.

And many more. There were cases were children appeared not even Hogwarts age, when teenagers did and attended school or when elderly did and just lived without a care.

After they were identified or given an identity, they were forced to wear a personalized item that will stop them from talking about the future or past they had. It could be anything from jewelry to clothes or an artificial eye. Spelled to be indestructible by Unspeakables they can't take it off or get rid of it.

Now we should begin our story but before that we should go back in time a little.

Severus Snape could say that he hated his life. Truly why did he though it was a good idea to go into slavery was beyond him, let's not even talk about the fact he is still loving a married woman and still lives in his childhood house, empty and miserable.

Really it wasn't wasn't a surprise that even his Death Eaters colleagues took pity on him and tried to put him up with a woman. Despicable, after all how could he when Lily was ,is, always the only one.

When he left the horrible date, meeting, he entered a Muggle bar his mind ready to get drunk. Muggle alcohol was so much better than Wizarding one. He drink, and drink and drunk until his eyes got hazy and his mind was filled with grief, longing and hatred for himself. He tried to forget Lily ,he really did...at some point...but now..

" Hope you aren't gonna throw up there" beside him, a woman spoke

She looked tall, close to himself, with short dark hair, dark skin and brown eyes.

Almond shaped eyes not doe-like ones.

Dark short hair not long beautiful red.

Brown eyes not forest green ones.

Tall with a Greek nose not petite with a button one.

With an indifferent look and heart shaped lips not gentle air and thin ones.

With board shoulders and a confident air around her not cheeky smiles and small figure.

And so when she looked at him straight in the eye and smirked with strangely fanged teeth, Severus though

ah..maybe..that's what I need..

He really didn't need this. This small ,too small squirming baby girl that didn't even have a name, at this doorstep, in a bloody basket with just a single envelope with her. Of course stating that she couldn't possible raise her and she leaves for who knows where now. At the very last she put her birthday there.

He really didn't need this. Not after he just sold Lily away, found out that his only friend died in a mission and the threat of Lily dying was on his shoulders.

So Severus named the girl a name (a tuff of black hair and violet eyes) that he truly hoped will bring her luck, hired a house elf on a five year contract, got himself that blasted job as a Professor and let himself forget about her. He did pretty well until he come back because of an injury and found her sitting curled on a chair in front of his window, she sleeps in his room apparently, looking still too small and lonely. So so lonely.

Severus took his heart between his teeth, beat himself half an hour than begin to search for his father old cooking book. It was the only thing he has from his Romanian heritage, and begin work.

He wouldn't be a good father overnight and he has no excuse beside being a coward for not being there, but he would try now. For better or worse.

Athena Snape, liked her name since she first understand that it was hers. It was the only thing her father ever give to her.

For five years, since she know herself, Athena lived in a empty house with a energetic house-elf looking after her. There was no one there that could treat her bruised knees or elbows, that could put a bedtime for her, that could praise her drawing or that could scold her for dirtying the floor with mud or her hair with whatever she rolled into. That could control what she could read and what not or what she could bring in the house or not. There was no one that could correct her words either, the fact that the house was close to the slums wasn't helping. There were always small animals crawling an the floor, it made the house more lively. Like the brown bunny she stole from the neighbor, or the injured birds found on the streets, or the hamster's that she found in a dumpster one time, even the big orange cat that visited sometimes.

Mipsy, the house-elf her nameless father left her with, always made sure she eat, that the house and Athena were clean. Those were her priorities. Clean the house, make food, clean the Young Mistress.

Athena hated being called Mistress, it made her already puffy eyes ache and the hole in her chest grow. Was she really that nasty that her father didn't want her?

When she hit five years old Mipsy disappeared and she though she would actually die of loneliness, until her father, tall, imposing and scary, appeared before her. In a second she was under her bed, trembling all over because

why did he look like that at her? Should she leave? Maybe he didn't like the animals in the house?

The sweet, savory smell from the downstairs made her get up and stretch her legs, she stayed hidden almost eight hours, maybe it was safe now. Trying to soften her steps, Athena follows the heavenly scent and finds her father still there, with a strange looking bread in front of him.

'' Eat.'' his voice was smooth and low, not like Mipsy's or anyone she head before. He still looked scary with dark robes and dour look. At last she know where she get her hair from.

She eat the sweet bread, it was the best thing she even had. Her father talked, smooth voice filling the air and with the warm food filling her stomach, her eyes begin to drop and she fall asleep at the table. Big hand cradling her head before she could hit the hard wood.