I was so tired. However, couldn't sleep. I worried about Severus' well-being. Hopefully he was doing all right. Hopefully the police weren't too hard on him. Hopefully he was physically and mentally well. Hopefully everything would turn out fairly good. Hopefully...
He probably needed help. And he wasn't the only one. We needed help.
I think Dumbledore isn't going to save me this time. Why would he?, was what haunted my mind all the time. We were on our own now.
I wanted to go out of this bed and go and get Severus out, but I knew I couldn't. I didn't stand a chance against an entire police station. And did Severus on his own?
I blinked and felt how tired I was. Sleep. I needed sleep.
"Do you want something to eat, darling?" a woman asked nicely. I hadn't noticed her at all, which indicated how off world I was. She wore a white pants and a white blouse. A nurse I supposed. Her long, blonde hair in a ponytail swept as she moved her head to talk.
I looked at the clock above the door. It was already a half past 5.
"Yes, please," I replied politely.
"We have rice with chicken today," she said while picking a plate of a cart. She handed me a plate and said: "enjoy your meal."
"Thank you," I simply responded.
The nurse walked out of the room and pushed her cart further down the corridor.
I took a bite of the rice and chicken. It tasted good. Not quite as good as how my dad, Thomas always made it, but it was still quite good.
Dad, Thomas, how would I call him from now on? He is my dad, but at the same time he is not. Do I need to call Severus 'dad' from now on? No, no, we have already discussed that and neither of us finds that to be comfortable, I thought.
How would he be? I hope he is all right. He is probably very mad at me. I frowned at that thought. How am I ever going to solve this mess?
I finished my supper while thinking about life and my problems. Self-pity. How deep had I sunk?
When I had finished, I placed my plate on the nightstand besides my bed and waited for the nurse to come and retrieve it.
She came a moment later and greeted me. I said 'hello' in return. She picked up the plate and wanted to walk to her cart, but I stopped her from doing that with one single question: "how long do I have to stay here?"
"I believe you may leave tomorrow morning. People will come to pick you up."
"What people?"
"Policemen," she simply replied and walked out of the room, to her cart, and disappeared in the maze of corridors again.
People would come for me. Policemen would come for me. I shivered at the thought. I had always liked policemen, but now I hated them. Why couldn't they just believe my lies? They weren't that far-fetched, right?
I lay back on my bed and thought about life again. Memories from the past. Memories from me, mom and my dad Thomas. Memories of us going to the beach. My dad and I would make a hill of sand and when it became flood tide, we would stand on the hill and watch how long our hill would stand against the sea. I smiled at the thought. We had been so happy together. And now, everything was gone.
I retrieved more memories from my mind over the evening. It made me larky and aggrieved at the same time.
I looked at the clock. Eight o'clock. I sighed. How would Severus be right now? Would he have already eaten? I worried about him.
I would have told him if I hadn't forgotten about it. I'm so stupid! How could I forget telling him I was kind of missing? I frowned, feeling regretful, sad and angry at the same time.
We need help. His magic can't save us out of this one. Too much, how did he call them? Oh right, muggles. Too much muggles around. And I won't be surprised if they have confiscated his wand. I wondered what I could do and then I remembered Dumbledore again. He has saved me ones, maybe he would do it a second time. It's worth a shot, right?
I knew I had already thought about asking him for help, but I was so pessimistic at that moment. Now, I was more open to ideas. There had to be a solution. There always was.
"Dumbledore can say 'yes' or 'no'. Just give it a try," I told myself out loud.
But how can I contact him? The owls are at home... I frowned in confusion. Had I just called Severus' house 'home'? I frowned even more. I had never realized how much I had become attached to living with him. Strange, cause he didn't seem that attached to me at all.
Anyway... the owls. Where are they? I can't contact Dumbledore without them. I lay my head back on the pillow and thought about possible solutions for the problem.
I came to the conclusion to act like I was really concerned about their wellbeing- not that I wasn't, but I needed exaggerate it-. Maybe the cops would than tell me where they were. Than I could go to them and let one of them deliver the letter. I nodded in agreement with a small grin on my face.
But what if they don't tell me? I realised. I can't travel to the Wizarding World by myself. I have no idea how to get there, aside of that teleporting from Severus. Maybe one of Severus' books would explain it to me, but the cops would never let me read those. Asking if I could read them, wasn't that good for my cover as well. I told them I didn't believe in magic, why would I want to read one of those books than? I shook my head. Bad idea. If I couldn't find Rowan or Luka, we had to fix it on our own. Severus for himself and I for myself.
The deep thoughts made me sleepy. I looked at the clock. Nine o'clock. Time to sleep.
I pulled at a cord next to the bed. The lights in my room went out.
Strangely enough, sleeping was very easy and the night had felt comfortable and needed. A nurse had woken me up for breakfast, which had kind of felt irritating, since it always felt irritatingly when someone woke me up.
She had gotten me some tea and some slices of toast, which I enjoyed gratefully.
The nurse wanted to push her cart with food further into the corridor, but she turned around, looked at me and said: "oh, before I forget, I have got your clothes." She got my clothes from the cart and put them on the end of my bed, clean and smelling like roses.
"Thank you," I said to her with a small smile.
I ate my breakfast in silence and enjoyed the tea. The heat filled my belly. I had always liked that feeling.
How would… My mind took a pause out of confusion.
Did I just call him 'dad'? This needs to stop. Yes, he is my biological father, but he isn't my... well, he kind of... My mind took a pause again.
What is happening to me!? I have never loved him! I have never thought I ever would. I was too overwhelmed by everything... I have never realised I started caring about him this much. His wellbeing has haunted me through the last two days! Why!? I just know him for such a short time! How could I start loving someone that much after such a short time! Just be real, Ellea! Stop thinking about him so much! He is an adult and you are a child! HE should be thinking about YOU if he likes YOU so much as you apparently like him!
I took another pause to calm down. Maybe he does. Maybe he thinks about me too... but probably not. Why would he? Why would he love me that much? He barely knows me.
Sadness spread through my body. I took another sip of my tea.
Because he is your father after all, a little voice in my mind replied.
No, that's not it... well, maybe... no... don't think so, I thought while waving my hand as if I could have waved the thought away with my hand. He is my father, why wouldn't he love me? Because he knows me for short? That's not how fatherly love works... right?
I became insecure. I wasn't sure about a lot of things, but didn't get the time to become certain. The police entered the room.
"Hey," Smith said as if nothing had happened before. I narrowed my eyes and suspected her of misleading me.
Stupid cop. Trying to get something out of me by playing my friend? Do you think I'm stupid? You were gruff last time I saw you. What kind of tactic are you doing, Mrs.?
"How are you doing?" she asked politely as she walked to my bedside.
"Good," I replied just as politely as she had done.
Now I saw officer Brown leaning against the door post. He looked charming in his blue suit and brown leather shoes, but I knew better by now.
He stared at me and said: "time to get dressed, kid."
I did like he had said and got out of bed, grabbed my clothes and looked at them. They looked at me in expectation and waited for me to pull out my green hospital gown and get into my clothes, but the only thing I did was frowning at them.
"Can I get a bit of privacy?" I snarled.
They looked at each other and nodded. They walked out of the room and closed the door.
Ugh, I had to ask for some privacy. And they had had to think about that! Am I that big of a deal to them?
I dressed myself and walked out of the room. Smith and Brown were already waiting for me in front of the door.
"Done?" Brown asked a bit irritated.
I frowned. "Yes," I replied as irritated as he was.
"Let's go then," he said bluntly and walked down the corridor. Smith and I followed.
Author's Note:
Hey reader!
This chapter has a chapter from Snape's point of view as well. It's chapter three in the story The Magical Daughter (Snape's perspective), which you can find in the stories I have written. If you want to create some more depth into the story and/or if you want to read a small Snape story next to this one, I recommend you to check it out. I hope you enjoy.
I have to remind you that if I post a chapter from Snape's point of view, there will be no chapter(s) next week. Writing both the chapters (Snape's perspective and Ellea's perspective) costs a lot of time, so I need the time to write another chapter from Snape's perspective and one for Ellea's.
See you later!
