Snape's Daughter (Book Two)

Chapter Eight : The Defacing of a Daughter

The familiar door that he had not faced in a while, was now in front of him. Pushing the door open, he realised it had been unlocked, and that it was likely somebody had been in there beforehand.

Ellia.

She would've came in to snatch her things and go, knowing that she wouldn't want to speak to him at all. Closing the door behind him, he was first greeted by a house elf running to his side from his office.

"Master Snape," the elf begun, "We've done everything we could yet we still cannot clean your office or fix it." Puzzled, he followed the house elf through his house and into his office. Spread across the floor were books, photographs, scrolls, ink and quills. The room was a state, everything was everywhere. It didn't take long for him to get the message though.

Ellia.

She would've been the only one able to access the house, or the house elves. It would've surprised him if the house elves had done this to his office, it made more sense that it was Ellia.

"Who did this?" He snarled, dropping to the floor and scooping up some of his advance potion books that were completely covered in ink. "Well?" He hissed again.

"Mistress Snape, sir," A house elf squeaked. Of course it would've been her.

Ellia

Standing upright, he sighed as he took in the scenery. This girl would obviously never give him her forgiveness.

"Well then clear it up then," He snapped, storming out of the office with his cloak trailing behind him. The situation with his own daughter was even worse than he'd thought. Anger and rage ran through his blood as he now paced the living room, thinking of new ideas. He was going to be headmaster at Hogwarts, and there was no doubt that Ellia would have to attend, she was behind on her schoolwork. Then, if she attended, he would most definitely see her, just not teach her. It was frightening knowing that his daughter wouldn't even acknowledge him if he saw her at Hogwarts, or she would throw a rage like she had at Malfoy Manor when she saw him. He knew she was she there but now he had no clue as to where the girl was or how she was. Narcissa had promised him she was safe with Eileen, but considering Eileen turned up at Malfoy Manor the previous day and refused to protect the girl any longer, he feared Ellia's safety. There was a loud bang on the front door, alerting the house elves to open it. Snape slouched down into his armchair, pulling out the Daily Prophet he had collected that day.

"Who is it?" He sighed, watching the house elves lead somebody into his living room.

"Oh hush you douchebag, I've got a message,"

"Bella, I thought I said for you not to disturb me today," Snape snarled, watching Bellatrix roll her eyes at his attitude.

"Oh suck it up Snapey, I've got a message from the Dark Lord," Bellatrix snarled, sliding into the armchair opposite Snape. A shiver slivered through his spine. That was Ellia's seat.

"Well then, what is it?" Severus hissed, growing impatient of Bellatrix's deluded ways. Azkaban hadn't done her good. In fact, it had made Bellatrix more of a bitch than she already was.

"He thanks you for assisting him on trying to steal Potter, however nobody succeeded although he heard about the Weasley's ear, and Moody's death. He thanks you for Weasley's ear. As well as this, he asks if you're still certain on becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts," Snape cringed at the thought that Moody had died. Nobody was meant to be killed.

"Yes Bella, I'm certain I shall become Headmaster of Hogwarts," Snape snarled, "Now may you leave?"

"Certainly," Bellatrix sarcastically said, bouncing off of the chair. "The Dark Lord will be most pleased with your final decision," she whispered, before leaving the house. Snape sighed, slouching deeper into his seat and picking up the Daily Prophet. Most of it was posted with the announcement of Dumbledore's death. Snape just couldn't get away from it, the fact that he had killed Dumbledore and lost everybody's trust haunted him like a ghost. He just hoped someday the truth would come out.

Staying at Lupin's provided more comfort and safety than Ellia had presumed. Aurora and Marley had settled in easily in the surroundings, though Aurora constantly had reminders of what she had left at home, and what she didn't have anymore. It frightened Ellia that Aurora wouldn't see Fred again, or that Fred wouldn't take her back, however it was highly unlikely.

At the precise moment, Ellia was busy trying to find a dress for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Just minutes after she had searched the whole cottage for a single dress, she gave up and realised she didn't have one.

"We can always go and buy one," Aurora had suggested, cradling Marley in her arms as she slept.

"That means searching for the perfect dress and getting it fitted. And also, going through muggle shops to see if there was one suitable," Ellia sighed, unsure of what to do on the situation.

"Is there one at Spinner's End? An old one of your mother's somewhere in the closets or something," Tonks said, walking into the room where Ellia and Aurora were staying.

"There might be, but is it worth going back there?" Ellia asked, worrying she might end up walking into her father whilst he was there.

"Well yeah, if theirs a dress there that you could wear. It won't take less than an hour to find the dress and leave, I'll come with you," Aurora suggested. It was a good idea, and it was quite true that there might be the perfect dress there for her.

"But you need to stay with Marley," Ellia said, suddenly remembering the innocent baby girl.

"Well then I'll go with you Ellia, I'm sure you won't mind. Will you?" Tonks asked her, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah it's fine Tonks," Ellia said, smiling. She favourited Tonks a little, she appreciated how Tonks took her in with Aurora. Well, and Lupin as well but still she didn't have to put up with Ellia.

"Well, I shall grab a jacket and then we'll be on our way," Tonks said, walking into the room.

"Do you have a black cloak I can use? I don't want the neighbours to know I came back," Ellia asked To ke, afraid if the neighbours knew then they'd tell her father.

"Yeah, sure," Tonks said, searching through the wardrobe. She pulled out a long red cloak that reached the floor and looked two sizes to big for Ellia. "Will this do?" She asked, "it's all we have."

"It's perfect," Ellia smiled, collecting the cloak from Tonks before wrapping it around her body. It otter her beautifully, the cloak reaching the floor and a broach holding two sides together.

"I'm glad you like it," Tonks smiled. Now nobody would know it was Ellia entering the house at Spinners End. It was vital to keep her identity Los, and this cape helped her cover herself from the outside world.