The Magic Of Eladea
Part Two











The month passed by fast, by the time that Harry was usually boarding the train he was used to be woke every morning by his now very pleased Aunt Petunia. He was dragged out of bed first thing in the morning, made to do chores and then get ready for school and catch the bus. The only thing that made his life even worth living for, was Eladea who was always there for him. His best friend at the moment, even if she was a Snape. She was always there waiting for him on the bus at the very back drawing in her sketch pad, she would always look up with the same smile on her face. And always would greet him as a true friend, no matter what he said about her father. This morning was different though, she wasn't there on the bus. Instead it seemed as if she had missed it, little did he know that she was being drug into something more magical then even Hogwarts.....

She was stumbling through the mist, brushing up against the trees. She was suffocating..... Grabbing at her throat trying to breath but failing at the task, also trying to scream at the same time. But nothing was coming out, she tried to scream for her father he would save her..... But he didn't hear her whispered scream, she felt as if she was burning as if she was on fire. Especially the left side her of face, where the tiny scar was located on her ear. All of a sudden she stumbled into the clearing, where the mist stopped floating around her. It was clear, her eyes focused on a circle of dark figures in cloaks that covered their entire bodies. She let out a silent gasp, as she watched a man so terrible to the appearance enter the center of the circle. His eyes were burning with the fires of hatred, and he had a slit for a nose much like a snakes..... His skin was twinged with an unhuman palor, that gave the appearance that he wasn't so much a human as he was a demon..... He addressed the circle as his followers and started to speak in a high cold voice, "My followers, you were called here by me tonight for the plans of the final battle scheduled for the end of the current wizardry school year. As soon as they begin their exams we attack! This is the time we should clear the world of all muggles, all non-magical born beings should be eliminated from Hogwarts and tossed into the oceans." He said, spitting onto the ground in an undoubtedly elegant way. She continued getting closer, all of a sudden she stepped on a branch which made a loud sharp cracking noise. The man with the glowing eyes turned her way, she let out a scream. Suddenly she was being shook by someone, her eyes flashed open to see her father shaking her from her slumber.

She was gasping for air, and the bed sheets were
tangled around her. Her father looked worried, his dark
hair framing his tired face. He spoke to her in a concerned voice using the name he always called her instead of her mother's name who she was named after, "Ela' are you all right? Did you have another one of those dreams you used to have about her?"
He used the word "her" instead of mother, because he stilled missed his wife. She shook her head no, and climbed out of bed. Turning her head to the alarm clock beside her bed, she noticed the red numbers glaring out at her announcing the time as 3:45 a.m. Eladea rubbed the side of her ear, where the scar was still stinging from the flames she had felt in her dream. Snape noticed but said nothing, because he did not want her worrying about everything in his world of magic. When Eladea was already worried about everything else in her world of muggles, he did not want her realizing just yet what he truly was, a wizard.

Harry looked up as Eladea entered their advisory class, tears were oddly enough being held in her eyes. Toadstool however, looked up at her angrily demanding why she was so late for school. She ignored him, and sat down her long ebon hair falling over her face into her eyes. She brushed it back with a flick of a wrist, and ignored Toadstool completely who was fuming at the moment. This girl, Eladea, was truly a Snape. She could sit through the curses and the threats Toadstool made to her, calling her a liar and a braggart. Calling her a thief, and a spoiled brat. Threating her an expollsion, or a dentition. She withstood this for the hour, until he called her father a long-haired immature snob who belonged in a pithole of refuse. This got her mad, because her face went pale just like Snape's did when he got really peeved off. Her eyes all of a sudden started to shine like Snape's did, and her stance became show of graceful anger as she stood up to face Toadstool. She was tired of his taunts, and his bragging. She was tired of his name calling, curses, and threats. So clutching her pencil in her hand as she stood up, her eyes now blazing with fires that Harry could of have never guessed at. Taking the pencil she threw it like a dart right into the chalk-board where it stayed there embedded in the tough clay, she whispered a couple of words students were not allowed to say at Stonewall and stalked out of the school. Harry got up and left also, because for one thing she was his friend, and the second reason she was his only friend at Stonewall.

As soon as they both had stalked out of the school and into the courtyard she turned on him, her face still very pale. But this was not her anger face, but a shocked worried face as if she was worried and scared about what she had just done. She whispered to Harry, "How did I do that, how did that pencil go through that board?"
Harry just looked at her and sighed, "Eladea, I need your father to explain the whole thing to you. Where do you live?"
She accepted his answer, and pointed east. "About a couple of miles that way, a little through Surrsey."
"On the outskirts, or downtown pass the markets?"
"On the outskirts, in the formal district."
Harry nodded his head, it wasn't that far from her house. Just like she said a couple of miles, and a little walk through Surrsey.

When they arrived at Snape's house, all was quiet throughout the neighborhood except her house. From inside there was music blasting, music that sounded like muggle hard-rock. Harry shot her a look, could Snape possibly like that sort of music? She guided Harry through the neighborhood to the house where the music was playing, the outside of the house was painted a bold fiery brick magenta even though the house was a wooden house. She went up to the deep azure colored door, and knocked loudly three times as the music increased volume. As the song Closer by the Nine-Inch-Nails played on, Harry's eyes widen. Could Snape possibly listen to a song, with that much of explicit lyrics? Even though Snape was listening to it, Harry had to admit the song was pretty catchy. The door finally opened to revealed a half-shaved Snape, his eyes opened wide in surprise as he took in the sight of his least favorite student, Harry Potter, at his door. He adjusted his face looking confused, and beckoned them into the house. He mummered something's like "sit down and wait, I'll be back in a minute....."
Eladea crossed the living room, which was a mess at the
moment. Pillows and blankets, sheets and covers, shirts and robes, and spellbooks were strewn about. It looked like Snape was packing up for the school-year, he came back in just as Eladea was pushing some stuff off the couch ignoring the books because they were in Latin. She threw one of them titled "The Subtle Arts of Potion Making", and threw it across the room. Snape who was standing where she threw caught it with one hand, and put it on his glass coffee table.

Sighing, he turned to his daughter. Rubbing his now fully shaved face with a hand, he looked at her as if he wanted to know what in the world was she doing here, and with Harry Potter. Snape scratched his head looking from Eladea to Harry, trying to comprehend why Harry was in his living room when he was suppose to be in London getting on the Hogwarts Express. Snape was also trying to figure out why his daughter was home five hours early, and why she was so pale in color at the moment instead of her usual tan complexion. Her father sat down beside her and looked down at his daughter, she looked more like her mother everyday. If only her mother hadn't died saving her, everything would of been perfect except his daughter's lack of magic.

"Eladea, what happened? Are you okay? Did you get sick?"
"Dad, Toadstool was saying nasty things about you and me. Stuff about evil, and demons. Stuff about where you work..... I got mad..... I didn't know what I was
doing..... I threw a pencil into the chalk board..... It went straight through..... I never want to go back to Stonewall, again!!!!"
Her voice was being muffled because of sobs, Snapes forehead wrinkled with thoughts rushing through his head.
"Okay then, it's time to explain what Harry and me are..... Ela' calm down, and lets talk. I teach at a school called Hogwarts, Hogwarts is not your regular school. It's a school for magic, Harry here is a wizard and so am I. I wasn't sure till now what you were, but I think that you're a witch. Your powers are just now coming out, which means you might be a very powerful witch. Not many people know this fact, but the longer it takes a wizard to gains his power. The more powerful they are, you are way behind in gaining your power on the average. But I think, you might have a few surprises in store for us on what you can do.....
I'm going to call my boss and arrange that you attend
Hogwarts this year, so go start packing your stuff..... And Harry stay there, I want to talk to you personally....."

Both father and daughter left the room, each going a different way. Harry felt free to look around the room, the walls were painted a gold color with a rose design in the background. He felt the wall it was painted like that, so either Snape or Eladea had to have painted it. The roses were deeper then crimson blood, they were clinging together connected by a mass of vines. The same design but painted a little differently were painted all over the wall, he then turned his direction to the windows. They were sitting windows, with bold crimson pillows for laying your head on. The drapes were a rich azure, and the windows let you look out to the street. Harry noticed a book laying there, he picked it up and read the words "Pawn of Prophecy", by David Eddings. On the cover was a map, and a drawing of a woman with dark ebon hair and a streak of white through her hair. With her arm around a boys shoulders, whom had curly sandy hair and was dressed in warm clothes as if the book took place in the winter. Placing the book down Harry went over to the vivid azure couch and sat down looking around the room once more to notice the TV, he looked down and saw the remote on the glass coffee table. Harry glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and flipped on the TV to cable TV.....

Meanwhile Snape was busy trying to talk some sense into the not so much awake Dumbledore over the telephone.....
"Albus, I just found out that she was a witch. I thought she took after her mother, about being muggle you know..... But she needs to be taught how to do magic, she must have been affected by the night you-know-who killed Eladea!"
"Severus, you know very well that your daughter wasn't
affected that night. You also knew that you ran the chance of having children that had no power within them at all, I don't see why you think she has power now. Just because she threw a pencil through a chalk-board means nothing to me, and you know the rules. If they aren't brought to school when they are eleven, they can't come at all!"
"You know very well how women are in my family, Albus! You know how strong they are and how late their powers emerge, look at my mother her powers didn't emerge until she was twenty! Any ways go look and feel how tough a chalkboard is, most of time they're made of stuff like slate! You know how tough it is to throw something through a slab of slate! Pretty bloody tough! Can she come or not, can you please answer my question!"
"All right, all right, bring her and we can see just how
good she is at magic."

In her room, Eladea was busy packing up her art
supplies and clothes. Sighing she picked up her hairbrush and added it to the bag, and went over to her dresser and swept her makeup in the bag with her arm. She also threw in her small portable CD player, with an armload of batteries. She then put in her CD case, and her portable tape player and its tapes in the bag. She also threw in her gameboy advance and all of its games, and put in her picture of her mother who went by the same name, Eladea. Her mother looked a lot like her with her black hair and golden streaks, she also had the same eyes as her, mystic fire topaz. Her mother had died because somebody had murdered her when her father hadn't been home, he had been off at this school Hogwarts of his. The men had entered the house and looted it, set it on fire. It was lucky that a neighbor had seen this, and as soon as the men left. The woman had ran inside and rescued women and child, except the woman had already been killed. Nobody knew just how, because all there was on her a look of terror. There was no wound, it seemed as if she had been frightened to death..... Eladea shook her head making the memories go always, she then picked up the picture of her father and her together at a theme-park. The picture had been made when she was three years old, her mother had already been dead for two years. Eladea had never knew her, she had never even seen her face. All she could remember was a flash of green light and a scream, she could remember nothing else of her mother's murder. Eladea had never figured out how her mother died, and her deepest desire was to find out how. One day she had promised herself, she would find the people who killed her mother and make sure they could kill no more.....

Snape herded both children into his car and took off to the Dursley's, he was going to retrieve Harry's stuff. Luckily, the Dursley's weren't there, so Snape broke in the house with a simple spell and had Harry get all of his equipment needed. Snape loaded it all in the trunk, and started off toward London. Three hours later they arrived in the city in just enough time to board the train, Snape was riding this time because he had no other way. He bought two more tickets and lead his daughter to the wall..... His daughter gave him the strangest look when he told her to walk through a brick wall.....
"What are you crazy?!"
"Ela' just close your eyes and believe, and you'll go
through the wall okay? Now get going!"
Eladea walked over to the brick wall she closed her eyes, and with all of her heart she believed the wall would let her through to platform 9 3/4's. She went right through the wall, and fell promptly on her face. Harry emerged howling with laughter behind her, and her father with that same evil grin on his face right after him.

Eladea picked herself up with all the dignity she had left and marched over to the train, and ran promptly into Draco Malfoy. Draco looked up his eyes blazing, then widening with surprise at seeing his cousin.
"Eladea, what are you doing here!" Draco's, voice snarled at the obviously taller girl.
"I'm going to Hogwarts, little cousin." Eladea said sweetly to her fowl mouthed, short cousin.
Snape noticed the two talking to each other and turned a
color a shade paler then ghost white, he rushed over there and took his daughter by the arm and pointed to the train. He then took Draco by the arm and guided him over to a corner on the platform and gave him a talking to about picking on his cousin, and a warning of dentition if he did so at Hogwarts. Harry snickered at this and boarded the train, apparently Eladea had just met the Weasley twins who were up to no good. They had snuck up on her and scared her out of her wits for a second, sending both twins in laughter. Eladea wasn't laughing through, she got that look in her eyes. She got the same look in her eyes as Snape whenever Neville blows up another one of his spare cauldrons, Fred and George noticed this and wisely backed up and let her through without another word Snape and Harry followed.

The three entered a compartment, Eladea threw down her backpack into her seat and took out her gameboy advance and her portable CD player and sat there for a while listening to Slipknot. Harry and Snape could only glare at each other from across the compartment until Hermione and Ron entered, they were both laughing at something. Neither Snape nor Harry had a clue what they were laughing about..... They froze when they saw their most hated professor in muggle clothes, with one eyebrow cocked up looked up at them with a coy grin on his face. They turned very pale, apparently they had been called Snape names behind his back again. Both Hermione and Ron looked around and noticed Eladea playing on a muggle contraption ignoring the world around her, the two friends exchanged a look and then looked over at Harry with strange looks on their faces that seemed to say..... "What in the world are you doing with a Snape, and a muggle?"
Harry answered that question for them..... "Guys sit down, boy do I have a long story to tell you."







So how did you like chapter two, I've worked on this sucker for two months now. I had a long bout of writers block, well show me how you like it and review!