"So, are you gonna tell me what it was about or are you just going to sit there stewing in your own juices?" Harry smirked playfully as he took a seat beside Elira in the Gryffindor common room. "I think... I think he was just worried about me that's all, he wanted to know why I'm up in arms against my mother." She sighed. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Elira, this is Snape we are talking about... He doesn't worry about anyone other than himself."

"I'm being serious, when I broke down he held me. I don't think he's as evil as you all make him out to be... And I can assure you he dislikes my mother so you were wrong on that front." Elira replied matter of factly. "He... he held you? That's just weird. Maybe he hates your mother and he's trying to seduce you to wind her up?!" Harry gulped turning a light shade of green. "Harry, you really need to stop speculating and over analysing things. Maybe, just maybe Snape was being nice?" Elira huffed defensively. "Ok, whatever you say." Harry replied with his hands up submissively.

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"Aah Miss Argolli! Just the person I wanted to see!" Dumbledore smiled as he caught Elira in the corridor after breakfast the next morning. "Good morning Professor Dumbledore." Elira smiled warmly as the old man grinned. "I need to discuss a pressing matter with you dear, if you could follow me to my office I would be much appreciative." He explained quickly before darting off in the opposite direction. 'For an old man he's a speedy bugger.' Elira thought to herself as she tried to catch up.

"Lemon drop dear?" Dumbledore asked as she took a seat opposite him. "No thank you Sir I'm more of a pear drop girl myself." She joked, quickly clearing her throat as the old man looked at her in horror. 'I guess he's not fond of those...'
"I assume you are wondering why I have asked you here am I right?" The headmaster began and Elira nodded cautiously in response. "I'm aware that you are having some.... Difficulties with your mother and I want to get to the bottom of it. You see dear I've been informed of your truancy in her lessons and I cannot have a student behave in that manner." Dumbledore explained gently.

"I'm not going to her lessons, and there is nothing you can do to make me." Elira replied coolly, standing her ground. "Then my dear you have left me with little choice, I will be informing your father and will be inviting him here to Hogwarts to sort this mess out."

Elira gasped as the headmasters words spin around her head. "No, my father is going through enough he doesn't need to worry about me on top of everything. Please, leave him out of it." She pleaded to no avail. "I'm sorry Miss Argolli but I have little choice." He sighed, straightening his glasses. Elira stormed out of his office and headed straight towards her mothers classroom....

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"You had to go to Dumbledore didn't you? You knew he would get dad involved and you just can't stop yourself for causing him stress and heartache!" Elira screamed as her mother opened the door. "Elira.... Sweetheart, I don't want you messing up your education! which is what you're doing by avoiding my class." Gwen pleaded.
"You have no right to care about me or my education! I've told you before, you're dead to me and for you really want me to attend the class I suggest you quit and let someone else take over."

Gwen's heart sank in her chest, she knew that her actions had hurt her daughter but she honestly believed that one day... One day she would forgive her. It broke her heart that Elira still refused to back down.

Elira's vicious rant echoed away leaving silence. Her eyes were filled with tears as she backed towards the door, she needed to get out of there. Away from her.

The door slammed behind the young witch and she ran down the hallways, she had no destination in mind and just decided to run until her legs could no longer carry her. She came to an abrupt stop as her body smashed into a dark figure.

She struggled as she felt arms tighten around her, "it's ok, I'm here." A familiar voice soothed. Her fingers were whitened with the intense grip she had on his black robes. "Come with me." He suggested huskily, leading Elira into an unused classroom.

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Elira sat down on a table and looked up at Professor Snape, she could see he actually cared unlike everyone else. "What happened?" He asked Cooley perching against the table beside her.
"She went to Dumbledore to tell him I've been skipping her classes, and now he wants to get my father involved.. it's the last thing he needs! it's like that woman can't just destroy people she has to keep kicking them when they're down." Elira seethed.

"I see, you cannot let her effect your education.. you must return to her lessons." Snape replied with a sigh, he knew she didn't want to be around her mother but he wished she would just grit her teeth. "I don't need language lessons anyway, I speak Romanian, Albanian and some French. Anyway, It's hardly an important class like potions.." she groaned.

Snape gave a small smirk as she mentioned potions, he knew she enjoyed the subject and it was something he was immensely pleased about. Elira turned to look at him and his eyes scanned her face for a moment, he raised his hand and traced around her eyes with his finger. "I will have a word with the headmaster, see if there's anything I can do.. however I make no promises Elira he's a stubborn man." he whispered gently. "Pot and kettle spring to mind!" Elira quipped playfully. Snape gave her a small nudge and cleared his throat.

"After you." He insisted, standing in the doorway.