Snape's Criminal Daughter

Chapter 7

Severus had seen her bolting across the rooftops. It was all he could do not to apparate directly in front of her good for nothing face. Grimacing, he had started walking in the direction that she had run. He had not Seen or heard from Dumbledore, so he had decided to go after her on his own. After an hour of searching, in the distance, he dimly saw her enter a shop. Waiting for ten minutes before entering himself, he heard the bell on the door dimly ring. The man at the counter looked up to find another visitor, this one looked as though he was ready to murder someone. Without the man's knowledge, he pulls a gun from under his counter that he stands at. 

"Can I help you?" He asks, in a polite voice, but etched with suspicion. 

"Indeed you can." Severus answers. 

"I'm looking for a girl, she was just in here minutes ago, would you mind pointing me in the correct direction?" His question seemed harmless, but Peter knew otherwise. 

"I'm afraid I have no knowledge of this girl you speak of sir, anything here that you need?" Severus was running out of patience, he probably already lost the girl. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a door open, and out popped a small head. Not the girl, no, it was a young boy. Severus, ignoring the owner's protests, strode over to the door in which the boy had disappeared down once again. He hears a click behind his head. 

"I'm afraid you have to leave sir." The owner hissed. The nerve thought Severus, realizing that the owner was pointing a stupid muggle weapon to his head. Pulling his wand from his robes, and pointing it to the owner's head muttered a choice word and he crumpled to the floor. Dragging him to a corner, he ventured down the steep staircase that he had found behind the door.

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The familiar scent of sawdust and cooking food hit Eileen's nose like a blanket, covering her in comfort. Walking along the central walkway that held a good portion of the vendors that gathered here to sell their items, her eyes searched for one imparticular. Em's both was like some of the others that had gathered around her, a small table, covered from head to toe in gadgets and other objects that Eileen had not even the faintest idea what would happen when she picked one up. Walking over to her, maneuvering through the crowd of people, she finally came to be beside Em. Poking her playfully in the shoulder, and laughing at Em as she turned like a whip, and nearly tripped over her own feet. 

Laughing, Em picked her up and swung her from side to side. Eileen had begun to think of Em as some sort of mother figure, and she could tell that Em thought of her as her own. Giggling, Em finally set her down. 

"Now what are you doing here? I didn't see you last time, wondering if you had gotten yourself caught again." She whispered the last part and nudging her in the ribs. Em was the only one that she had told of her identity. She had sort of found out by herself, asking for confirmation one day, she had no choice but to give it to her. She smiled.

"Didn't you hear the news?" She asked her,  trying to be heard over the noisy crowd. Em Laughed

"Course I did, I don't think there's anyone who hasn't!" She exclaimed

"You're a legend, you're perfect! No one knows who you are, and no one knows how you do it!" She yells again. Eileen laughs, full well knowing that a good portion of her special gadgets come from Em. 

"Just a sec," Em tells her as she turns around and talks with a customer, who is obviously trying to make a deal with her. She smirks. Em usually doesn't stray from her original prices, it takes a good argument to get it out of her. This customer is no good at that. Making feeble attempts to lower the price, Em beats the offers back, and finally, the stranger backs off and walks back into the crowd. Waving a goodbye to Em, Eileen walks over to a vendor a few booths away and buys a pot of soup. It has been awhile since she has had anything warm, and the chowder that touches her tongue warms her up from head to toe. 

Looking up past her bowl, she finds Em in the crowd, yelling at another stranger, this one is better than the last one, making valid arguments, but it takes more than that to shut Em down. She smiles. She could stay here, she thought, it's a beautiful life, I have friends, I have money, I don't need a school. She considers it, but before she can put more thought into it, a figure catches her eye. His black robes and greasy hair seem familiar. And then it hits her like a wave. It's the man from the warehouse, the one that came with the old man to find her. Standing up and spilling the rest of the chowder onto the ground, she runs back to Em. The man continues to draw closer, scanning the crowd for her. 

"Em!" She screams. Hearing her voice, Em turns in her direction, not seeing her at first, but then her eyes meet Eileen's. Walking calmly through the crowd, she finds her. Screaming in her ear. 

"What!?" Eileen can barely hear her over the crowd. She points toward the man.

"See him?" She cries.

"Mind keeping him busy for me?" It takes her a minute to find who she was pointing to, but when she does, a nasty grin spreads across her face.

"It would be my pleasure darling." She says in her ear. Eileen smirks there aren't many people who can get past Em when she wants to talk to them. The man is doomed, Em's going to practically capture him. Running away from Em, she remembers the exit on the other side of the walk. Running through the crowds, not bothering with "excuse me's" and " pardon's." Instead, she finds herself jabbing her elbows into people to move her forward. Stealing a backward glance at Em, she sees her approach the man in black, and begin to pester him with questions. When he tries to ignore her, craning his neck to try and find his runaway girl, she punches him in the gut. 

Eileen laughs out loud. The man is certainly dead. Continuing forward, she has almost reached the end of the walk when a man comes up to her. She doesn't recognize him, but from the look on his face, she can tell that he is dead drunk. Trying to skirt around him, but he grabs her arm. Instinct kicks in and she places her hip onto his, grabs his arm, and pulls. He is launched over her, landing on his back, all the wind being knocked from his lungs. He won't be getting up anytime soon. His buddy's also drunk, spot their friend lying on the ground. Damn she thinks, I don't have time for this. 

It's less crowded over here, so she has more room to defend herself. There are five of them, all of them too drunk to think clearly, so it should be easy enough. One of the idiots pulls a knife out of his pocket and advances first. If they come one at a time, it will be easy, she thinks. As the first one advances closer, one of his buddy's has the sense to come with him. Rushing upon the second, she sends a kick to his jaw. With a sickening crack, he falls to the floor, unconscious. The first man comes running at her, she ducks when he thrusts the knife toward her. Grabbing his arm, she pulls it out of its socket, making the man scream out in pain. Throwing him to the ground, she faces the remaining three. 

They bolt towards her. 

Ready to bring them all to the ground, bu instead of running at her, they all run past her, and then collapse on the ground. Chuckling to herself, she reaches the rusting metal ladder and begins to climb. Lifting up the trapdoor, she jumps out of the hole, steadying herself on the ground. Preparing to leave, she bumps into a figure, his long white beard in directly in front of her face. Taking a step back, she finds herself face to face with the old man. 

"Might want to watch where you're going miss Eileen." The twinkle in his eyes reminds her of the first time they meet. sighing she nods her head. 

" I believe we had an agreement." He says, tilting his head to the side. Sighing, she nods her head. 

"I believe we did. Professor."