I walked towards the shed to feed the owls, like I did every morning.

I opened the coffin, grabbed their food and filled their feeding trays.

Their water trays needed to be refilled. I picked the trays from the shelves and turned around to walk out of the shed.

On the moment I turned around, I saw two men standing in the doorpost. They wore black, thick suits that looked like armour, black balaclavas, black helmets and a carried both a machine gun on their backs.

I startled and dropped the trays. The sounds of metal which fell on the ground was loud and also caught the attention of the men.

I was stiff with terror and didn't know what to do. All kinds of thoughts filled my head. Yelling for help? Asking what the men did here Fighting them? Or just screaming?

One of them brought his finger slowly to his lips. I got the gesture I had to be quit. I obeyed. I had to. The men had machine guns. I was so scared. Maybe they would use them. Why else would they have them.

One of the men stepped closer into the shed and said: "don't be afraid. We are policemen. We are here to help you. To get you out." The man stretched his arm out to me. "Come with us. We have to be quick," he added.

I looked at him in confusion. First I didn't get what he meant, but a moment later I knew.

I was missing. My photo had been in that newspaper the day I took the train to Cokeworth. Everyone in England knew my story. How could I forget about that? I had probably been all over the news. And I just walked on the streets next to Severus. People had seen me. Now I understood the weird looks. How could I have missed it?

The man stepped closer to grab my arm, but I stepped back.

"I don't want to go. This is a mistake." I stammered.

The man looked over his shoulder to his colleague and frowned sadly. "I understand you feel this way. It has been a long time in captivity. That does something with people, but we have to go now." He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards him. I startled and fell with my knees on the ground.

I struggled to get out of his arms, but it didn't really work. The man grabbed my other arm to and tried to lift me on my feet, but I still tried to writhe myself out of his grip.

The other man grabbed his walkie talkie from his shoulder and said: "we have got this. Just go."

"This is just a big mistake." I tried again, but the policeman did as well. He my arms pulled again, but I wasn't going to give up the fight that easily.

"Let go of..." I screamed, but was interrupted by a firm hand on my mouth. The other man stood behind me and hold one of his hands on my mouth and tried to lift me up with the other. Both men were trying to carry me out of the shed, but I resisted fiercely.

One grabbed my feet, the other the rest of my body and covered my mouth.

The moment they lifted me out of the shed, I saw a swat team enter the house. They wore the same clothes as the two with whom I was fighting. They also bad the same machine guns and hold those firmly in their hands.

"Police!" One of them yelled. I could see, through the window in the kitchen, how they ran through the kitchen and entered the living room.

They carried me through the door in the backyard, onto the street. When we passed the corner, I could hear one of the swat members yell: "don't move! You're under arrest!"

They carried me towards an ambulance which stood on the end of the street. I had never given up struggling and was still trying to wriggle myself out of this situation. My efforts had no results besides the dirty scowls from the two swat men.

Three doctors came running towards us and hands grabbed all around my arms. Escaping wasn't an option anymore.

"What happened?" one of the doctors asked.

"Stockholm syndrome." one of the swat men said. I wanted to say the opposite and tell them that Severus was my father, but one of the swat members still had his hand around my mouth.

I made noises, but due to his hands, they didn't form words.

"I'm going to remove my hand if you promise to be silent." the swat member with his hand on my mouth said. I nodded in response and he removed his hand.

I didn't speak like he had said. I didn't want that hand on my mouth again.

"I need to examine her, so if you cops could let go of her." one of the doctors said irritated.

The firm grips around my body loosened, only the grips of the three doctors remained. I relaxed and cooperated. I knew I was outnumbered and would lose anyway, so why would I struggle more?

The doctors and I stared to the cops. The cops started feeling really uncomfortable and just walked away.

"Do you have wounds or anything?" the same doctor asked me.

"No." I simply said. I saw the faces of the doctors. I knew I couldn't convince them, but I had to try.

"That man they are arresting right now is my dad. He isn't some kind of kidnapper if you think that's the case. Just..."

"Stop." the doctor interrupted me strictly. "We both know that isn't true. You don't have to lie. We are here to help you." he said nicely while the other doctors still hold me in their grips.

"But IT IS the truth!" I screamed in despair. The doctor sighed.

"Let's go." he said to the doctors and then turned his gaze to me. "You are going to be quiet, otherwise we have to make you quiet with some medicines." he said just as strictly as he had done before.

I gulped at what he had said and nodded in agreement. I really didn't want them to make me unconscious or something. Than I would completely lose the control over my own body.

The doctors were dragging me into the back of the ambulance when Severus, surrounded by the swat team, stepped through the door of the backyard and onto the street.

Severus was handcuffed and wore a black bag over his head. The swat members forced him to walk bended. Severus' steps were uneven and looked very confused. Who wouldn't in his position?

I stood inside the back of the ambulance. The doctors wanted to step in with me and close the doors, but I made the situation unexpected to them.

Seeing Severus, handcuffed, made me feel so lost. What had I done? Thanks to me, he was arrested. Everything that was happening were my fault. I couldn't restrain myself and shouted: "Severus!" Everyone had clearly heard the despair and regret in my voice.

He tilted his head a bit before the swat members pushed him into an police van.

The doctors grabbed my arms and pushed me onto the stretcher inside the ambulance. Tears filled my eyes. This was my fault and I had no idea what to do on the moment. Thanks to my crying, my strength wasn't as good as normally even though I could have never won against those doctors, but now I made it even easier.

Two held my on the stretcher while the other doctor grabbed a syringe out of a drawer inside the ambulance. I startled and used all my power to free myself, but it had no result.

The doctor squirted a little fluid from the syringe and put the syringe in my arm. I felt the liquid enter my body. First, my power disappeared. Then, the feeling in my body. And then, everything got blurry. I could feel the doctors letting go of my arms and covering my body with a blanket. The blanket had to be pulled over me from my feet to my face. But I never saw the blanket reach my chin. Everything turned black when it had only reached my knees.

Author's Note:

Hey reader,

Well, a short chapter today. But in introduces a new adventure which will have more chapters from Snape's perspective.

See you next week