Running off, Ellia sprinted through Hogwarts, ignoring the dead bodies surrounding her. Nobody was outside still, and the journey to the Forbidden Forest hadn't taken as long as Ellia had expected it to. Stumbling over once in the forest, Ellia crashed into the ground, right in front of a small square object. Grabbing it, she stumbled onto her feet before realising, she had the stone. Closing her eyes tight, she then opened them, to see her father stood opposite her, and several others surrounding her.
"Father," she smiled, running to him before falling through him. He was no more than a ghost now.
"Ellia. You did it, I couldn't be more proud," He finally smiled, reaching out to hold her. He never smiled, not ever.
"I wish you didn't die father,I couldn't live without you even if I hated you more than anything just hours ago," Ellia said, the tears forming in her eyes.
"Don't cry sweetheart," a sweet, innocent voice said. Turning to the beautiful women stood next to her father, Ellia smiled. Her hair was mid-waist long, and was curled. Her eyes looked like they once used to twinkle, like the life was taken from them, yet she still smiled. It was Annailia, Ellia's mother.
"Mother," Ellia muttered, staring at the figure.
"You've been so strong for me. You've been so brave for your father. You've done me proud sweetheart, just like I thought you would," she said, smiling at her daughter.
"You did me proud too," Another women said, stood next to Annailia. It was Elisin. Her hair was just reaching her shoulders, and covered her beautiful face like a blanket.
"Aunt Elisin," Ellia muttered, the words gone.
"You did everything I taught you to," She smiled, "And more. Even as a child I knew you would be smart, but not as smart as this."
"I had help," Ellia started, "I couldn't have done it without father. Or Al .... Albus." Flicking her eyes to the person next to her aunt, Ellia met the twinkling blue eyes of Albus.
"Ellia, I see you found the stone," Albus said.
"With some help from you," Ellia replied.
"Ahh no Ellia this time you did it yourself, you have always been independent," Albus chuckled.
"I haven't. I've always relied on people," Ellia frowned.
"No you haven't," her father sighed, "You were gone nearly 7 years with Parkinson. And yet somehow you still managed to survive. I couldn't be any more proud of you. How you did that, it astonishes even my mind."
"Patrick Parkinson..?" A voice muttered. Spinning around, Ellia's eyes widened as she saw Lupin's sorrow face. "I'm sure I heard you kicked his ass and killed him."
"Oh Remus," Ellia said, trying to run up to him but suddenly stopping, "I can't." Breaking down to the floor, Ellia's head fell into her hands as the tears cascaded down her cheeks. They were all dead. Everybody surrounding her was a distance memory, even an enemy, of everybody except Ellia. Nobody even knew Annailia was Ellia's mum.
"Ellia Mae Snape, you make me one promise?" Remus asked her. Looking up at the somewhat distance figure, Ellia nodded.
"Of course," she replied.
"Never cry in front of me ever again," Remus said.
"But.." Ellia started before Remus hushed her.
"I'm always in your heart Ellia. I'll always see you," Remus said, actioning to wipe away Ellia's tears. Swiping her hand across her tear swept eye, Ellia smiled.
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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...