Hehe, not telling you yet!

Okay, okay!

Thanks!

Yesum Fred particularly

Well, how else is she meant to be a awesome beater?

Yes, it is. I could imagine it while I was writing and it looked awesome! Remember it though; it plays an important part later on a bit

Haha, the note you'll find out now and her father, NOT YET!

yesum, they do, here's a link. And her mother, well, read on!

Yep, they are!

I'm holding on to the secret of her father for longer that the secret of her mother!

Secret stared at them.
'What?' she asked.
'Those earrings were what your father brought your mother, when they were 16.' said McGongall. 'I remember the day well.'
Snape was staring at them, a mixture of shock and anger on his face.
'How, how could he!' he spat. '10 years and he just sends her a parcel out of the blue? With Samantha's earrings?'
'Samantha?' asked Ron.
'Samantha Nickel. My mother.' said Secret quietly. 'Beater and Quidditch captain from her fifth year right all the way until her seventh.'
'10 years and he's not even bothered to even try and contact her! And he thinks sending her a pair of earrings will make it all okay!'
‘Severus, calm yourself!’ said McGonagall sharply.
‘No! I will not! If he thinks…’
‘Daddy, stop please!’
Secret had leapt out her seat and rushed over to Snape, and clutched the front of his robes. Snape breathed heavily.
‘Okay.’ He said.
‘Mr Potter and Mr Weasley, you may leave.’
The two boys scampered, followed by McGonagall. The two were left in the room.
‘You’re my daddy. Not him, you.’ Said Secret. ‘You raised me since I was no more than a baby. Please, it’s Christmas, don’t let this ruin it.’
Snape looked at her, and then hugged the girl tight.
‘Right. I won’t let this ruin this day.’

In her life, Secret had never known such a Christmas feast. Loads of food, and wizard crackers all along the table. She pulled one with George and the thing set off mini fireworks, and several live white mice. She got a Wizarding Chess set. After lunch, Snape caught her.
‘Okay, what did I do?’ she said.
‘Nothing. Come with me.’ He replied, grinning.
She followed him down to his office, and when he opened his door, she was amazed.
‘Oh my god, you lit the fire!’
He gave a laugh, and sat down on the sofa that Secret was rather sure hadn’t been there yesterday. She sat next to him, and he held her close.
‘So, how has your year been so far?’ he asked.
She was thought for a moment, trying to select the right word.
‘Interesting.’ She said.
‘You took your time thinking that.’ Said Snape.
‘Trying to find one word to sum it all up isn’t that easy Daddy.’ She said, looking up at him. ‘I’ve had mountain troll battles, receiving my mum’s earrings, actually coming here… you try and come up with a better word.’
‘I could, but I would fail miserably.’ He replied.
He just sat there with her until dinner, when after eating, she was caught up by the twins and aided them in nicking Percy’s prefect badge and being chased round the tower by him.

‘Secret!’
‘What is it?’ she mumbled.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa and was being rather rudely awakened by Harry.
‘Fancy coming for a walk round the castle?’ he said, holding a cloak up.
She grinned and slipped under it with him, and they headed to the library.
‘So, Nicholas Flamel?’ she whispered.
‘Yep.’ Said Harry, taking a heavy book down, covered in green velvet.
He opened it and the book screamed at him. He dropped the lamp, which made a loud crash. He stuffed it shut, forced it back on the shelf and Secret flew under the cloak so they could flee the library. They emerged out the door, ducking under Filch’s arm, and stoped as they saw Mrs Norris.
‘Can I kick her?’ Secret said so softly she barley heard herself.
Harry shook his head, and they edged round the cat, only to go round a corner and find Snape and Quirrell.
‘S-Severus..’ Quirrell stammered.
‘You don’t want me as your enemy…’ growled Snape.
‘What- do you mean?’
‘You know perfectly well what I mean!
Something obviously caught Snape’s attention, as he turned to face them. He slowly reached out, and they managed to step back just in time, as Snape’s hand closed on thin air.
‘You an I will have another little chat soon, when you’ve had time to decide, where your loyalties lie.’ He sneered.
It was at this point Filch came round the corner, holding Harry and Secret’s broken lamp.
‘Oh.’ He said, stopping at the sight. ‘Professors, I found this, in the restricted section. It’s still hot. That means, there’s students out of bed.’
They paused, before all rushing off. Harry and Secret, once they had gone, opened the door behind them and slipped in. They pulled the cloak off.
‘That was bloody scary.’ Secret whispered.
It was then they noticed a large mirror. Harry walked towards it, Secret a little more hesitant. He stopped and stared. He looked back. He looked back the mirror.
‘Mum?’ he whispered. ‘Dad?’
Secret looked at him.
‘Harry?’
He turned.
‘I can see my parents.’ He whispered.
Secrets heart leapt. That meant this mirror was what she thought it was. She gently pushed Harry out the way, and looked it in. She was older, an adult. She wore a long sweeping cloak, and held a trophy. Her father was there. She realised, she was Potion’s Master, here, at Hogwarts. Her trophy was a potion’s one. Her father was looking at her, with great pride.
‘What can you see?’ Harry asked.
‘I’m Potions Master. I’m a great potioneer. My father, Snape, he’s… proud of me.’ She whispered, tears springing to her eyes.
She moved, and found if she positioned herself correctly, both her and Harry could see into the mirror.

Two nights later, Harry was sitting in front of the mirror, Secret behind, so they could both see in at the same time.
‘Back again, you two?’
Her blood froze and they spun to see Professor Dumbledore.
He walked towards them, but Secret’s gaze was caught by her father’s proud expression, and she stared hungrily once more at it, not paying attention, her attention caught once more as she heard her name and a hand rested on her shoulder.
‘You Miss Snape, who has always stood to please your father, see’s yourself standing there, him proud of you.’
She sighed, knowing he was correct.

‘Daddy, are you, proud of me?’
‘Whatever would make you ask that?’ replied Snape.
It was a snowy afternoon, and Secret was helping his sort his personal store cupboard out. She mulled over telling him the truth as she watched snowflakes float past the window. She was spending some time with him, a rare opportunity.
‘Because, I found a mirror…’ she began, deciding to tell him pieces.
She explained – and made up – about finding the mirror, and what she had seen. Once she had finished, he was silent, his black eyes boring into her grey ones. She worked out what he was trying to do, and immediately attempted to but the mental blocks up, but she was too late.
‘Secret…’ he began slowly.
‘I know, I should have been out at that time…’ she muttered.
‘You shouldn’t see that in the mirror. Why? Because I don’t care what you do with your life. You are my daughter and I will always be proud of you. Just, don’t go over to the dark side please.’
‘Why not? They have cookies.’ She said, grinning.
Snape gave a chuckle, and returned to his ingredients.