The Magical Daughter

by CaptainWriter

When she hears her parents have died in a car accident, Ellea discovers that the man of whom she thought was her father turns out not to be her biological father. She discovers that her biological father is none other than Severus Snape. How will he react when he finds out he has a daughter? Will he care for her like a father? And how will Ellea react on magic? Read to find out.

1. Bad News

Author's Note:

Hey people!

I'm very happy you want to read this fanfiction. This is the first chapter of the story and I hope you will like it. I will try to add a new chapter every week, so keep following if you like this.

I will upload two chapters today, so you can get in to the story.

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English is my second language, so I'm sorry for grammer issues and such.

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I sat silently on the couch, silent of what they had just told me. I looked ouside the window. It was cloudy today. applicable to what had happened. The policemen still sat infront of me.

"You know we are sorry for you, right?" one of the men asked. He had introduced himself as officer Holton when I had let him in. He broke the silence with his question, but I wasn't planning to answer his question with words, so the silence continued. I responded with a nod.

The other man moved slightly forward in the green, old armchair. He had introduced himself as officer Jones when I had let him in. "Do you have any other family besides your parents?" he asked politely.

"No." I simply said without turning away from the window. I heard the officers moving uneasily in their chairs.

"I can imagne how you must feel." Jones said. "No you don't. Unless you lost your parents in a carcrash too." I said irritated, almost angry, while I turned to the officers. My long black hair swirled a bit in my face when I did so.

"No." Jones responded. "No, I haven't." He added and stared at the ground. He had become soo nervous that he had moved to the edge of his chair. He nearly fell of.

Silence again. Holton couldn't handle the second silence and restarted the conversation. "Since you have no other family, we will have to take measures." "Measures?" I asked confused. "Do you mean that I have to go to an orphanage?" "I think so." he replied. I turned back to the window and sighed. I didn't want to go. "We think that it would be a good idea if you would pack some stuff."

I looked up, to the old kitchen opposite to the old couch on wich I was sitting. The two men stared at me, waiting for an answer. It made me feel uncomfortabe, so I nodded in response.

I stood up to walk towards my bedroom. Stopping the conversation made me feel very good.

I opened the door, walked through the doorpost and closed the door. My hand still lay on the door knob, my glance was focussed on the ground. "What did just happen?" I asked myself. Those two men had changed my life in less than ten minutes. The muscles in her hand, wich still lay on the doorknob, began to shake.

My hand fell of the door knob, due to my shaking muscles. The muscles in my leg began to shake too. My body turned and I fell with my back against the wall. I fell on my knees and leaned against the wall. Tears filled my eyes. My hair fell over my face, but I couldn't care anymore.

For the first time since I had heard the bad news, I cryed.