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Snape's Precious Cargo: Siblings. (Chapter 7)

I was half way to the dungeons when I began hearing whispering. I ignored it at first, until I was hearing footsteps as well. I spun around to see a empty hallway. I furrowed my brows, and began to walk again. The whispering got louder and I could faintly make out the sound of George and Harry. Anger surged through me, of course they couldn't just leave me alone. I turned back around and reached in front of me, feeling the silky material of the invisability cloak. I ripped it off to see Harry and George, standing there with shocked faces.

"Ellora we-" George began, but I stopped him short by smacking him in the arm with my book. 

"What are you doing following me?!" I was stiff with anger now. 

"I thought you were not going love?" George shot back. 

"It is my decision what I do." I began to walk down the hallway, speeding towards my father's classroom. 

"Ellora, wait!" Harry called after me. I stopped and waited for them to catch up to me. "We, just want to make sure you are okay. He wont even know we are there. Please?" There was something about Harry, I felt protective over him, and I knew he felt the same over me. I sighed, defeated.

"Fine. But I swear if he finds you both!" I turned back around making my way down the hall.

I finally made it to my fathers room, and walked in slowly. As I did my stomach began to churn and I felt as if I would be sick. I took a big gulp of air before making my way to his office. He was sitting at his desk, looking at what I assumed to be a picture. I coughed, making my presence know, and he quickly through the picture in his desk.

"Sit down Ellora." I felt like I was a little kid again, getting scolded. I went to sit, but stopped myself short. I wasn't a little kid anymore. "Now Ellora." I stood, not moving. He growled, getting up and grabbing my arm, pushing me into the chair. 

"What do you want? Or am I here just so you can push me around?" I was seething mad and stood up, pushing away the chair, it collided into the wall. "I am not a child anymore, you cannot just force me to do what you want!" 

"I am your father, Ellora. I can-" He began, but I cut him off.

"Yeah, and a bloody horrible one!" His eyes turned dark at my statement. 

"You never listen, just like-" He caught himself before he could finish. I clenched my fists.

"Just like you?" My voice was no steadily raising. He stood up this time, grabbing a peice of paper from his desk, throwing it at me.

"No, just like your detestable step father, Potter!" My heart was in my throat, and the room turned silent. I grabbed the piece of paper, turning it over, realizing it was a picture. A picture of me as a child with another child and two adults. My whole body was shaking and I threw myself into the chair, unable to tear my eyes from the picture. 

"My-you mean-" I could barely speak. In the picture, the man who I am guessing to be Jame Potter was holding me, and I was grabbing on to him. You could see the love in his eyes as he looked back at me. A father's love that I don't remember ever feeling. 

"Yes. Lily and I had you. I though when she found out she was pregnant she would leave him! Or at least he would leave her. But no, he raised you like you were his. Lily never let me see you. Then they had Harry, and became a happy family. Disgusting!" I looked at the woman next to me in the picture, Lily, my mother. Tears began to flow freely now and I couldn't stop them. She was holding Harry, gently kissing the top of his head then mine. "He never loved her like I did! Never!" I glanced at him, he was pacing, boiling mad. "You even called him dad! How he and his friends made sure I knew. Made sure I knew that you called him dad, and that he never considered you anything but his own!" Millions of emotions racked my body.

I stood up, my legs like jello. I slowly made it to the door of his office, and left. I could barely make out him calling my name before the door shut.

I began to walk and ended up running. I made it all the way to the courtyard before I dropped to the floor. Millions of thoughts and images raced through my brain. My breathing became shallow and I couldn't stop the river of tears from coming. I looked down at the picture, we looked so happy, so perfect. 

"Ellora?" I looked up to see Harry, tears in his eyes as well. "Can I sit?" I nodded and he sat next to me. "You were the girl from these." He handed me a book. I looked at him skeptically and opened it. It had photos of his-our parents. There was a couple family photos, and he was right, there I was. I sighed, closing the book. "Do you remember them?"

"No." I glanced at him, he looked disappointed. "I remember, almost clips, but most of it is blurry and out of focus. I know there was a man and a woman, but that is it." He nodded, before standing up and offering me his hand. I took it and got up as well. 

"So siblings, huh?" He laughed a bit, and I laughed as well. Soon enough we were swallowed in a fit of giggles, I am sure it was all we could do to keep from crying. Our laughter died down, and reality sat in a bit. "You know who, he didn't try and kill you." He voice wavered a bit.

"I don't think I was the target of that night. I-" That was all I could get put before we entered the hallway by the Great Hall and were met by George, Fred, Hermionie, Ron and Lee. I knew George had told them by the look of their faces. Harry walked towards them, but I really was not in the mood for questions. I grabbed George's hand, and made my way up the stairs, him in tow.