Snape's Daughter

The Orphanage

Ever since she was little Elizabeth Tiffany Snape noticed that she was different from all of the other children in the orphanage. When a child picked on her she was able to make them feel uncomfortable. Another thing that was different about her from the other children, was that she wasn't really a orphan, her mother was alive but didn't want anything to do with her. But her father was dead, she never got to meet him, didn't know who he was, what he looked like, how he acted, or even his name, she didn't even know if he knew that she existed when he was alive. Today is Elizabeth's 11th birthday, she was born July
8th 2005, London. Everything started when she woke up this morning.

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

I wake up in my bunk bed from the cold inside of the little orphanage,
I was in the middle of a amazing dream. I had friends, I was away from this place, I had met my father and we had loads of fun. But I know that all of that was just in my dreams and in a fantasy, because my father is dead, and I'll never have any real friends. She thought to herself, well I had better go get the mail since I'm up.

Every Saturday she had to get the mail, even on her birthday. she walked down the carpet covered stairs and to the front door to get what she was looking for, the huge pile of mail at her feet. After she had picked everything up she went and put it on Mrs. Belle's desk for paper work. And that's when she heard a squeal of panic coming from upstairs, and then the crying came.

Oh no, what's going on? Is anyone hurt? Is there something wrong? Should I be scared? Elizabeth thought to herself. And decided to go upstairs to see what was wrong. Looking around a judging from her ears, it sounded like young Bailey was crying. Rushing over to her to ask her what was wrong, worried that she might wake everyone up.

"Bailey what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm okay," the 6 year old responded back to the question asked. "I just had a bad dream that's all."

"Okay, do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, it was about my family, or at least I though it was."

"Really? What was it about?" I was trying to hide the shock that was in my voice because of the dream that I had about my father.

"Well, um, it , uh, it was about having a home, somewhere I belong," She said looking out the window, showing the sky, birds, clouds, and trees swaying in the wind. "Where I had brothers and sisters, having fun, eating candy, having toys of my own and having parents."

"I have dreams like that sometimes too" I responded to her trying to comfort the small child with a face stained with water from tears. "But why were you crying and screaming? If you don't mind me asking?"

"It-," she started to burst into tears. " It was because they were killed," she started screaming and putting her face into the palms of her hands. "Some- some- someone ki-killed th- them," the small child was now starting to hyperventilating from the stress.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths, in and out, in and out."

She listened to my advice and tried really hard to do as I had said. Looking at her I decided to act, she wasn't calming down, so I took her and pressed her body against mine just like a mother would do to her child. . . well at least that's what I have read, and we just waited there for a few minutes breathing, in and out, in and out, in and out, slowly and softly. That's when she finally fell back asleep, but this time it was in my arms. So I laid her back down, covered her up with a blanket, making sure that she was comfortable. I walked back out of the smaller children's room and into the older kids room and laid down in my bed and thought about what had just happened. Deep breaths - They were killed - Why were you crying - Having a home - I had brothers and sisters - having fun - Do you want to talk about it -
That whole thing was very scary, but I think that I handled it very well.

That was her last thought before she fell back asleep.

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