Ellia awoke to find herself lying on an uncomfortable bed. Opening her eyes and sitting up, she studied her surroundings with her eyes to find herself in a wizarding tent. Suddenly shaking, an image of Parkinson flashed in her head from when they stayed in one.
"It's good to see you're awake, Ellia. I informed the Weasley's that you were safe," Eileen said, walking over to the teenage girl.
"Where are we?" Ellia asked her, unsure of why she was in a tent. Last time she knew, she was in Malfoy Manor.
"New Jersey, I think. Either way, we're safe," Eileen assured her.
"But, why? Did you come and save me from Malfoy Manor?" Ellia asked Eileen.
"With some help, yes," Eileen told her.
"What do you mean? He's there, there's no way you could've smuggled me out there," Ellia said, bouncing off of the bed and brushing dirt off of her.
"They went somewhere, it's what she said. Some mission that they had to complete, I'm not sure," Eileen told Ellia, quickly handing her a cup of water, "But for now we'll stay here until it's over, then we'll head up north to a member of the Order."
"The Order?" Ellia asked Eileen, confused by what she meant.
"The Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore's organisation against you-know-who," Eileen informed Ellia, watching her drink the cup of water.
"And we'll definitely be safe here, yes?" Ellia asked her grandmother, walking out of the bedroom compartment of her tent.
"Of course," Eileen said, following Ellia into the kitchen area, "For now that is."
"Why only now?" Ellia asked Eileen, whilst pulling her hair back into a ponytail.
"Snatchers. They won't know we're here right now, but they will do soon," Eileeen explained to Ellia.
"And when they find out we're here, and they come?" Ellia asked Eileen.
"We'll be gone by then," Eileen finished, sitting down at the table.
"Do I have a wand?" Ellia asked her.
"No, but here," Eileen said, handing Ellia a wand," Use mine."
"Thank you, even though it probably won't work the same for me," Ellia sighed, before exiting the tent. The surroundings that they were camped in were beautiful sand beaches, and the sun shone down on the tent and Ellia. The crystal blue sea crashed against the golden sand, the tide gradually coming in. Ellia figured she needed to protect herself later on, and for that she needed to practise her spells. Pulling out Eileen's wand, she first practised the disarming charm. "Expelliarmos!" She shouted at the air, just revising the wand movement and the words. She then decided to practise the Patronous. Her mind was dead of happy memories, and the only one that she could think of was Fred and George saying hello just days ago. "Expecto Patronom!" She shouted, but nothing spurted out the tip of the wand. No doe. Not even a blue flash. She couldn't perform it again, she didn't have a happy enough memory and every time she thought of her father cuddling her, hatred would fill her mind instead. Dropping to the ground, she buried her head in her knees, unsure what to do.
"What do you mean, you're going?" Fred asked Aurora, watching her pack a few bags of her clothes and shoes.
"Fred, I love you and all but Ellia needs me. She must be emotionally dead right now with all that's happened," Aurora said, zipping up a suitcase because her bag wasn't enchanted like Hermonie's.
"You don't even know where she is though, Aurora," Fred said, crossing his arms and blocking the bedroom door. Looking up, Aurora said,
"But I'll find her. She's my best friend, I can do this."
"Not by yourself though, at least let me come with you," Fred suggested.
"And let George raise Marley for us? He's just lost his ear last night because of Ellia's stupid father. They both deserve better than that Fred, George is stressed enough," Aurora argued with him, concerned for her young daughters well fare.
"We can bring her with us, Aurora. We can raise her and be a family together and she can meet Ellia and..."
"Get killed by you-know-who? Get kidnapped by snatchers? She's not even a registered witch Fred. I can't risk taking her with me," Aurora yelled, unable to keep in her anger.
"You're just selfish and a stubborn cow!" Fred yelled back, immediately taking back his words. Aurora looked wide eyed at Fred, before grabbing her suitcase and pushing past Fred out of the bedroom. She looked at her petite daughter, who she really shouldn't have had in the height of a new war, and picked her up in the bundle of blankets. Her 6 month old was currently asleep, which was good for now.
"I'm leaving Fred. You're right. Marley can meet Ellia. You're just not coming," Aurora said, storming out of the quarters and into the joke shop.
"Aurora, don't do it," Fred said, running down the stairs as Aurora walked away. She turned back for one second, looking at the man she loved.
"Stay safe Fred, in doing this for us, for Marley. I love you," Aurora said, before apparating out of the shop. Fred was left there, collapsed in piles of tears as he stared at the space that Aurora once was stood.
"Oh my god, Aurora!" Ellia shouted as a figure apparated inside the tent.
"Ellia, thank god I've found you," The blonde beauty cried, placing down her daughter before running up to the girl.
"Found me? What do you mean?" Ellia asked, suddenly hugging the girl.
"I've been searching for you, for the last couple of days," Aurora explained, her arms still wrapped around Ellia.
"I didn't even know. I've been here tee whole time since we left the Manor," Ellia explained to Aurora, "Who's the kids?" Aurora scooped Marly up in her arms, kissing her daughters cheek.
"She's mine and Fred's," Aurora revealed.
"You've got a daughter? How could you keep this from me?" Ellia asked Aurora, tickling the little girl in Aurora's arms.
"You had a lot on your mind, I didn't want to worry you," Aurora explained.
"It's fine, I swear. Where's Fred?" Ellia asked her.
"I left him," Aurora said, "I took Marley and left."
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Snape's Daughter (Book Two)
Fanfiction'Are you sure you want to leave everything behind?' After her reluctant return just days before Dumbledore's death, Ellia Snape faces new challenges defacing the old ones from the previous years. Shielding herself from Voldemort's deathly wrath, she...