Powerful•Severus Snape's daughter•(Harry Potter FF)

Chapter 28

It's 10 in the morning, and father hasn't woke up yet, I'm getting worried, he's never like this.
I'll wait a couple of minutes for him to wake up, before I wake him up myself... even though I'll get a beating out of it, I don't care at the moment, I'm concerned.

Surprisingly, after 5 minutes, I heard thumping on top of the stairs, I waited for him to get to the bottom, so that I can get a good look at him.

I cautiously walked up to him, and took a look at him, at least he look better than yesterday, even though his hair is a mess, with deep bags under his eyes. He look tired.

"Father?" I said, cautiously. Looking at his bloodshot eyes. But instead of him looking at my eyes, he looked directly at my exposed neck, which his hand print is still present on my neck.

He kept glaring at my neck. His body swaying from side to side.
"A-are you o-okay?" I asked genuinely scared for him.
After asking that question, something snaped in him, his wobbly legs couldn't help him as he slumped to the floor.

"Dad!" I yelled. I instantly caught him with all my strength before he slam his head on the floor.

I placed his head in my lap, with rest of his body still on the floor.
"Dad?" I whispered, slapping his face gently.
He responded by groaning, but keeping his eyes closed.

What do I do? I have no one for help.
I panicked, looking around me to find anything that can help me... I found none.

My breath is increasing in speed, I winced, a throbbing pain hit my chest with full force.
Now is not the time for a panic attack.

I focus on father, I looked at him, his eyes are still closed, but I know he's not sleeping.

I brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, while adjusting his head on my lap.

I have to think this through, I can't keep him on the floor like that.

Maybe if I used my pow- , my powers!
Yes I can carry him with my wind powers! But I've never tried that before.

What if I dropped him? he'll get hurt, I can't do this to him.
Before I even try to carry him I need to try on something before.
I looked around me to find anything I could carry, the only thing that is in my sight is the couch.

That'll have to do.
I closed my eyes concentrating on carrying it, I felt a gush of wind passing through me, I opened my eyes, looking at the couch to see it hovering above the ground by a couple of centimeters.

I suddenly heard a groan, I gasped loosing my concentration, which resulted in a bang for the couch as it falls on the ground.

I looked at father, he's conscious, and he's trying to move, and get up, but I pushed him gently right back down.

"No, no father... you're okay" I assured him.
He can barely open his eyes, I have to get him to the couch.
I sighed, concentrating on father, he slowly starts to lift up a little above the ground, I watched him float in the air, until he reached the couch, I got him to float a little more upward so that he could lay down on it. After I've finished, I covered his body with a warm blanket.
And with that, I slumped down the wall in exhaustion.

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After a couple of hours he regained his conscious, I quickly ran to the kitchen to make him some coffee, I gathered all the materials I need put them near the stove as I began working.
I placed some water into a small pot, stir some coffee in it, as I do that my thoughts drifted off to father.
What's wrong with him? He's never like this, it's usually me who passes out not him.

I think he's sick... but he never gets sick.

Is there something he's hiding from me?

I was so lots in thoughts I didn't notice the coffee got boiled too much it starts to spill everywhere.
I screeched away from it before I get burned.

I covered my face with my hands so that I won't burn my face off.

It was so sudden I didn't notice they stoped moving the second I raised my hands.
I immediately stoped the stove, I gained control of the coffee that is stuck in mid air, the same as I control water, I put them in the pot again, and waited for them to settle down.
After that I poured them in father's cup, put the cup on a small trey, and made my way to the living room, right next to father's couch, and placed them on a small table near it.

Then I went outside to gather father's newspaper that he reads everyday.
As I went inside the house again and closed the door behind me, I didn't even notice someone's Infront of me.
My forehead smacked on a hard chest. I stumbled backwards, almost falling on the floor.
At the last second, large hands caught my sides before I kissed the floor.

I winced at the sudden impact on my sore sides.
I winced as I looked up, to look at father's deep black  eyes.

He brought me back to my feet, and looked at my eyes.
"Did I hurt you last night?" He asked.
He probably noticed the colors on my neck.

His eyes are haunting me.
"I-I..." I stuttered, I can't tell him that, we both know that he knows.
But I just can't say it, maybe he'll remember mom and what happened that day because of me.

"Look at me" he snarled.
I kept my gaze on the ground. I cant look at him, I'll blame myself for everything that he's been through.

Surprisingly he gripped my chin with his fingers, and pulled my head up to face him, he moved my head from side to side, spectating the damage he's done.

He nodded, I guess he knows the answer to his question.
He went to his chair and sat down, I still have his newspaper in my hands.
I walked slowly to him, I placed the newspaper on the table beside him, as I was putting it.

A screaming person was on the cover of the daily profit paper it read: " MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN"

Fear strickes through me.

"Who is that?" I asked father.