Evelyn
At eleven years of age Evelyn knew certain things with a certainty that was quite unusual. One being that her father loved her mother a great deal. She had over-heard Aunt Narcissa speak about how it really only made sense that the kindhearted Hufflepuff girl had been the only one capable of healing Severus. Also that it made sense that a great love would come from such healing. When she had asked her parents about it her father had scoffed at the sentimentality of women and turned the page in the book he was reading, while her mother smiled and told her to wash for dinner. But looking back she had seen her mother touch her father's shoulder and the look that passed between them. Even at her young age she had been able to recognize it for the special thing it was.
The other was that Draco would always be a part of her life. They had been raised together, and she took pride in herself being a good presence in his life. After all, it was the task given to her. After hearing Uncle Lucius go on about 'mudbloods' and how Draco should treat them, along with so many other hateful words, her parents had to take her aside and explain that while Severus and Lucius still held a friend bond from their days at Hogwarts, they no longer saw eye to eye, and that it was Severus' position as Draco's Godfather that kept the connection alive. Her father then proceeded to tell her about the hard life Draco would have to live, with all the hardships that were going to weigh down on his shoulders. Severus told her that Draco would need someone to keep him grounded. Someone to keep him from becoming like his father. And so, with all the determination she could muster, she had set out at only seven years old to try and save Draco's soul from the devil that was his own father.
Two certainties that she was perfectly alright with keeping. However that trip into Diagon Alley presented another certainty; Harry would also always be a part of her life. Perhaps she was indeed more like her mother than she liked to think. But after returning home, she and her father had another important conversation...
“Oh good, you both are back. I hope you did not ruin your appetite on ice cream!” The smiling, kind face of Jocelyn Snape appeared as she stepped into the foyer to meet her husband and daughter, kissing Severus on the cheek. “Dinner will be done soon, and then Thomas and I will want to hear all about your trip while we eat, wont we Thomas?”
A 'yes' came from the kitchen where Evelyn's seven year old brother was, likly stealing bites from the meal in progress within.
“Yes, it was quite interesting. We will join you shortly. Evelyn, come with me to the study. I want to discuss some things with you first.” Evelyn, who was already starting up the stairs to put her newly purchased items away paused, and then nodded before setting the enchanted bag down upon the bottom most step to snag when she was done speaking with her father.
Upon entering the study Evelyn began to fidget slightly, a frown on her face. She was use to her father's strict demeanor in public, but at home... he usually was much more warm and approachable. So for his voice to have been so controlled, she was afraid she had done something wrong. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Evie. Come here a moment,” he said as he lowered himself on the loveseat that was usually the place where Severus sat reading to both of his children at night before they went off to bed.
Evelyn hesitated a moment and then moved to sit with her father, back straight and shoulders back. Her blue eyes looked up with innocent trust and love, eyes that had melted his heart the moment they had first locked onto him. He sighed and sat back, pinching at the bridge of his nose a moment.
“Evie, the older you get, the more like your mother you become. For this reason I must speak with you about Harry Potter. There is much I cannot and will not say. Some things are not meant for anyone’s ears, and others not meant for children.” Evelyn nodded when her father paused and looked to her again.
“I learned some distressing things while speaking with Hagrid as you children played. I do not know everything, of course, but what I can tell is that Harry is truly like a muggleborn entering our world. And from how Hagrid was received and the boy treated, it is likely that he will need your help, much like Draco, but in different ways. I wish I could guide you more in this, and I wish that I need not burden you at all. However... I can only leave it to you.”
By the time that her father was done speaking, Evelyn had a confused look on her face. It was so unlike the conversation she had with her father about Draco. So vague. “I don't really understand what you want, but I will do all I can. I really like him, so I will help him all I can.”
“You are my little angel,” Severus said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Evelyn's forehead. “Now go and put your things away and wash up for dinner.”