Snape's Precious Cargo (ON HOLD)

Snape's Precious Cargo: News and Back To Hogwarts. (Chapter 24)

I took a deep breath, but I didn't move. If it was Voldemort, he wouldn't have knocked. Another knock came, this time louder.

"Ellora I know you are up." It was my father, I still didn't move. The knob slowly turned and the door creaked open. My father walked in. He stopped when he saw my wand. "What are you doing?" He asked, confused. I lowered my wand.

"What are you doing with He Who Must Not Be Named?" I whispered. His lips grew tight.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He watched me carefully. I know I didn't dream it. I had heard it.

"You know exactly what I am talking about. Downstairs, less then two minutes ago." I spoke frantically.

"You obviously are delusional. Go to bed." With that he left. Delusional? Are you kidding me? I was about to go after him, but decided against it. I knew I didn't dream it. But I wasn't in the mood to fight either. What was my father doing talking with Voldemort. I laid on my bed, tossing and turning. Finally I grabbed a piece of parchment and carefully wrote Harry a letter about what I heard, knowing he would understand. I attached it to North, hoping she would get there before they left.

I watched her fly and looked over Spinner's end. I had tried to convince my father many times to move, but he never would leave this house. It was a family house. I rolled my eyes at the thought of a family. I never had one. I shrugged, I did not want to think about it. I did not want to think about anything really. I laid back down, drifting off into a nightmare filled sleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat. There was a knocking at the door, my father walked in, muttered something about me getting ready for Diagon Alley and left. Not once mentioning last night. I noticed North wasn't back, but I left the window open for when she did get back. I showered and readied myself. I walked back into my bedroom and noticed North. She chirped and I petted her, rewarding her flight with a treat. Which she ate gleefully. I grabbed the letter, quickly opening it.

El,

Your saying that Voldemort was in your house last night? Taking to Snape? So he is back?

I don't think you are delusion, even if Snape does. Please keep an eye and ear out for anything else. Get back to me if you come across anything. I am sorry you are not here. Wish you were, we are heading off soon. Early start. George is upset I received a letter from you and he didn't. He is frowning, you might want to get on that.

I miss you and love you El.

Harry.

His letter was short and to the point. Look out for anything and everything. That I could do. That I would do. I knew I had to send George a letter, but he was at the Cup, no use of sending it now. He wouldn't get it anyhow. But I reminded myself to make sure I wrote him later. I made my way downstairs where my father was waiting. 

"Ready?" He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed he had to wait for me. I nodded once, he grabbed my arm and we apparated. He pulled out a list and we began. We soon bought everything and I heard my name called. I whipped my head around to see Luna. I ran towards her, pulling her into a hug. 

"Hello Luna." I smiled once we separated. 

"Hello Ellora, buying supplies?" She asked, motioning towards the bags in my hands. I nodded. 

"Are you?" I asked, she shook her head yes.

"Yes, I just got here. My father is talking with a shopkeeper about the Quibbler." She smiled, I grinned back. I heard a cough behind me. "Oh, hello Professor Snape." Luna gave my father a smile. Surprisingly Luna was one of my friends my father didn't despise. He didn't like her, but he also didn't hate her. 

"Hello Miss. Lovegood. Gathering your school supplies I presume?" He asked and she nodded. 

"Oh yes." I gave her another hug.

"I should get going, see you on the train." I spoke quickly, feeling my father's looming presence. We said our goodbyes and soon enough I was back home. I made myself a cup of tea and my father locked himself in his study. I rolled my eyes at the action. I slowly sipped my tea, reading the Daily Prophet. I flipped through it silently. When I finished, I went to my room. I was bored, un-entertained, lonely. I hated being home. I became frustrated. I grabbed a light jacket and shoved my wand in my pocket. I walked outside and took a deep breath. The air was cool and the sky was a shade of pink. I loved sunsets. I thought back to the last one I watched.

FLASHBACK

"George! You are such a girl!" I shouted at George who was ahead of me. He spun around with a shocked expression. 

"How dare you!" He yelled in a shrill 'girly' voice. I began to laugh and raced to catch up with him. 

"Where are we even going?" I asked.

"Shush." He placed his hand over my mouth. "Can't you let me surprise you for once? Now come on!" He grabbed my hand pulling me along. We finally made it to the top of a very large hill. I gasped, the hill looked over a large valley. The sun was beginning to set.

We watched the sky turn fiery orange and pink. We didn't speak till it had faded to a soft purple. 

"I love you George." I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too."

END OF FLASHBACK

Spinner's end was nothing like the valley George had taken me to. The sky wasn't as bright and the air wasn't as clean. I walked slowly, letting my mind wander. But I kept thinking about last night. My father was on Dumbledore's side. Wasn't he? Maybe he was right, I was dreaming it. I chocked it up to a dream, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that it wasn't. 

I arrived back at the house just before nightfall. I walked inside, the study door was still closed. I shrugged, making my way to my room. I read a bit before ultimately heading to bed. 

The sun shining through the window woke me up. It was rare for England to be sunny. I stretched in bed and heard rustling. I sat up to see two letters as well as a copy of the Daily Prophet. 

"TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP"

The headline of the daily prophet caught my attention. I grabbed it quickly, letting my eyes scan the page. I read quickly before throwing it down, grabbing the letters. I opened the first one quickly. 

El,

By now I am sure you have heard what happened. I want you to know I am fine, everyone is fine. I don't want to explain what happened in a letter, plus Harry has more information than I do. I am sure he will tell you when he sees you. 

I can't help but wonder if what you told Harry was true, if that is why Snape would not let you attend the Cup? He knew it was going to happen? I don't know, just a thought. 

I love you and miss you more and more everyday.

George

I swallowed hard. I was glad everyone was safe. But was he right? Did my dad know? I shook the thought out of my head. But I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I opened the other letter, it was from Angela, talking about the Cup, hoping I was safe. I quickly wrote a letter back to her and George. I gave North George's letter. It was more important that I replied to him. I would send Angela's after. I laid back down, trying to get a grip on what happend.