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Alrighty, so this is my first go at a fanfic and I hope I don't disappoint. This story adds a character to the Wizarding World. It will stay as close to canon as possible but will have to adjust a bit to the new character. This story also shows a new side to Lupin. The main character is Sirius' daughter and Lupin's Goddaughter, which also brings me to the fact that Lupin wasn't ever homeless or alone... At least not in my story... EVERYTHING in the Wizarding world belongs to the amazing, incredible JK Rowling, except of course the character I invented. The locations, people, etc. are hers and only hers. So, here goes.
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Prologue:
On a dark and misty night, in Surrey, a baby boy was being taken to his Aunt and Uncle’s house. His parents had just been murdered by the greatest evil ever seen, and he was now an orphan. But this is not a story about Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived. This story takes place a few hours later, in Shell Cottage, where a baby girl was being transferred to her Godfather’s.
A tabby looking cat with squared markings shaping her eyes stood on the corner of Shell Cottage and Sandy Lane. She had been on that same corner for a little over an hour. Glancing around, she shivered once and then rested her eyes upon a deserted patch of pavement right under a lamppost. After what seemed like ten minutes, there was a flicker of movement from a nearby bush. A man in long dress-robes and a pointed wizard’s hat stepped out into the light and clicked a cigarette lighter look alike. The closest light went out. After clicking it multiple times, the whole street was completely black. In the strange looking man’s other arm was a bundle of pink blankets with the softest sound of heavy breathing. The tabby cat transformed, for a second time that night, into her “human form.”
“Good Evening, Professor Dumbledore,” stated the witch as she walked up to him, her emerald robes billowing out behind her.
“Good Evening, or shall I say morning, Professor McGonagall,” smiled the tall wizard. “Long time, no see,” he chuckled.
“Albus, is it true? Did Sirius really betray them? His best friend, Albus?”
“I’m afraid the truth is not always easily seen, Minerva. We may never know what has truly happened. But, what I do know is that Sirius was found in a street with twelve muggles dead and only a finger left of Peter Pettigrew. He has been taken to Azkaban, and Amelia, going after him, found herself in the crossfire. I don’t know if Sirius will ever be able to forgive himself for that.”
“What will happen to Emily?”
“That, Minerva, is what brings us to another neighborhood tonight. I think it will be best if we take her to her godfather’s house. I think he will want to take her.”
“First Harry and now Emily; what has the world come to?”
“Ahh, Minerva, let’s not dwell upon the unpleasant. Once again, think of what has happened. He is gone, for now at least.”
“So, you don’t think he’s gone for good?”
“Only time can tell. Shall we get her inside?” asked Dumbledore, indicating the pink bundles in his hand.
The witch nodded, and they glided down the street. As they walked, they felt the light breeze linger in the air. The smell of the ocean swirled around them, stinging their nostrils a bit. Staying on the out-skirt of the street, they rounded right before stopping in front of a white cottage with flowers outlining the walk to the door. There was a dim light through one of the upstairs’ windows. Dumbledore and McGonagall made their way to the door, then knocked three times. While they waited, Dumbledore hummed a show tune and McGonagall stared at the baby they were about to hand off. They heard footsteps echo through the house, lights flipping on as they grew louder. The footsteps stopped and a man’s eyes could be seen peeping out the curtain. After realizing whom it was, a mediocre, straggly man with wild hair and deep circles under his green eyes opened the door.
“Albus, Minerva, what brings you to my neck of the woods?” asked the man, eyeing the two. He then noticed the pink blankets. His eyes widened and he nearly choked. “No, it can’t be. There’s been a mistake. Please tell me it’s not that, anything but that. They’re not...”
Albus held up his hand. “Dear boy, we can’t afford to lose you too, please calm down, Remus. Everything will be all right. May we enter?” Albus asked.
The man named Remus motioned for them to enter. After closing the door behind them, he made his way to the living room. Minerva and Albus sat side-by-side on the long couch while Remus took the armchair opposite them. Minerva took the baby girl from Albus’ hands and rocked her gently. Remus leaned his head back against the chair; he looked ghastly. He had turned pale white and was shaking slightly. Opening his eyes, he looked over at the pink blankets where he knew his goddaughter was hiding.
“Remus, we need to talk about a few things,” stated Dumbledore softly, but sternly. Remus nodded so Dumbledore continued. “Sirius was found in the middle of a street with his wand; twelve muggles are dead, but that’s not all. Not only muggles were in that street.” Albus was staring into Remus’ eyes with a sad expression. He felt sorry for Remus Lupin; he was about to tell him that he has lost all of his best friends—James, Peter, and even Sirius in some ways. Remus nodded, as if knowing what was about to be said. “It was believed that Peter Pettigrew searched for Sirius tonight to kill him for his betrayal against James and Lily. All they found of Pettigrew was his finger. Also, Amelia; she heard that Sirius might have been in trouble. She went after him and got blasted in the crossfire. I’m so sorry, Remus, I know this is difficult for you,” Dumbledore continued.
Silence followed after Dumbledore finished. Remus had tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn’t believe it. Prongs was dead. Lily was dead. Wormtail was dead. Amelia was dead. Padfoot was in Azkaban for causing the deaths. Everything was crumbling around him. He let a few tears escape before wiping them off. McGonagall took a tissue from the inside of her robes and sniffled behind it. She, too, was crying. Remus got out of his chair and knelt down in front of Professor McGonagall, looking at his goddaughter intently. A pale pink hand dropped out of the pink bundles, and Remus reached up, putting his forefinger inside it. The little fist closed around Remus’ finger.
“Albus, what happens to Emily?” asked Remus, looking up. He searched the old man’s face.
“She doesn’t have any living grandparents, Remus. She is your goddaughter, so I thought we might give you a chance to take her. If you do not wish to take responsibility, we understand and will take her to an orphanage first thing tomorrow morning,” stated Dumbledore.
“Of course I’ll take her,” said Remus without thinking.
“She is going to be a great responsibility, Remus, are you absolutely positive?” asked Professor McGonagall.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Minerva,” stated Remus determinedly.
“It’s settled then. I will need you to sign a few papers, just saying that you will be her guardian and what not, and we will be on our way,” smiled Dumbledore.
Remus nodded his head and motioned for the old wizard to follow him to the kitchen to sign the papers. McGonagall stayed in the living room with the baby girl sound asleep. Flipping the lights as he went, the tabby looking man sat at the head of the table, Dumbledore sitting on his left. Dumbledore rummaged in his cloak for a second, then pulled out a long stick. With a flick of his wand, some papers, a quill, and ink appeared. Remus looked into Dumbledore’s eyes and had the feeling that he was being x-rayed; like Dumbledore could see right through him. The old wizard gave him a small smile, nodding a bit.
“Sign here and here.” Dumbledore indicated to two lines then pushed the papers towards Remus.
Remus signed the papers, and with the flick of his wand, Dumbledore made the papers once again disappear.
“Is that all?” Remus asked.
“Yes, that will be all for now. I believe the ministry is looking over Amelia’s will and then they will be in touch shortly. Now, I believe we will let you and your goddaughter get some rest. Best wishes and if you were to need anything, please don’t hesitate to send an owl.” The old wizard pushed his chair out and stood up. Walking into the other room, he stated, “Minerva, I think it may be time for us to leave and not intrude on Mr. Lupin any longer.”
Standing up, the petite witch looked over to Lupin and took half a step. Remus met her the rest of the way and took the baby girl in his hands, balancing all of her weight evenly. The tabby wizard walked his guests to the door and bid them a goodnight. He watched as the two disappeared down the dark street. Closing the blinds, Remus Lupin walked up his stairs to his bedroom, flipping lights off as he went.
Pulling out his wand with his right hand, as his left was preoccupied, he waved it. A blur of pink and green scurried around the room, and after a few seconds, the silence prevailed. Trudging over to the pink crib by his bed, he sat the pink bundles down. He pulled a green blanket, which was engraved with ‘Emily J. R. A. S. Black,’ over the side of the crib and tucked Emily into it. Sighing, he sat down on the edge of his bed. Taking off his worn out tennis shoes, he glanced at the clock. It was after 2AM. It’s been a long day, he thought. Turning the lamp by his bed off, he lay back on his pillows and fell asleep to the soft breathing of the other life that he vowed to protect.
Hello Emily. You asked what we think. I'll tell you that as I read this, I got goosebumbs all over, and the further I got the more I got. I think my goosebumps had goosebumps. And when I got to the end, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. So, I think you did an outstanding job on your post tonight, this morning rather.
Awe, Thank you. You're too sweet.
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That ^ was my favorite part of the whole post. Love has no boundries, nor is it limited to the spoken word. The silence and the knowing look says everything.
Thank you; I agree, Love really does have no boundaries.
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I always miss reading about Harry, well, you know, because he's my hero. But, I'm really glad you're staying true to your story line. It isn't about Harry, it's about Emily.
Ohh, yeah, I'm sorry.. You'll probably see even less of him from now on...
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You're an excellent writer when you aren't tempted to put other things in, simply because you know it is popular. I think it makes it better this way. Popular doesn't make it great. Staying with the storyline is the best way to go in my opinion.
Thank you so much, Connie And I agree about staying with the storyline.
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Loved the post!
Thanks, Sarah-Jane!
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Maybe one of my fav parts
Another great one.
Thank you!
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Baha, just like George
George will be George
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The seventh book...
How long is this going on for??
Mmmmm, until Tonks and Remus's funeral... and then something else...
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I'm only asking because of your other Fic that has not seen the light of day yet...
The sequel? Yesh, I know... I don't think it's the sequel you guys have been thinking of... It's a bit different...
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Great post though, Ems!
Thanks, Abs!
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I can't believe that they convinced her not to go!!!
I know, I know... But she does have a few week spots they may have hit her with.
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Great Post Emily
You really should be proud, you are fabulous!! No matter how many times I say it, I do hope you believe me. This is the story that Sophie, Kerri and I talk about in registration, this is spoken about in Maths, PE and Chemistry between Kerri and I and Sophie and I talk about it whenever we are near eachother
It wasn't as sad as I know its soon to turn into Can't wait for more!!!
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“Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?”
I loved this scene. How there was more than one Harry. The only sad bit was.... I'll get to it in a mo
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Remus was supporting George, who was unconscious. Emily and the others hurried over to them.
Aw poor Emily, you couldn't begin to think what was going through her mind.
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Emily sat on the edge of the couch, clutching her husband’s hand tightly as she cried.
Aw don't cry Emily
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“I’ll prove who I am, Kingsley,” Mr. Weasley was saying, “after I’ve seen my son, now back off if you know what’s good for you!”
I love how Arthur has his priorities right. Not just here but in all the books
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“All I could think about was you—coming home to you, seeing your face, kissing you,” George whispered back.
Aww he's so sweet. If only all boys were like George!
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“Mad-Eye,” they repeated as they took a swig of the drink.
...And this is where I cried
Great post Emily. You write it very well, even if some of it was jk's, your writing fit in perfectly...
Ok, i'm offski...French homework to do
PAMS Dear,
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P.S Katie is so right Your story is the topic of most of our convos, and if its not MYUTM, it's just SS in general!
You really should be proud, you are fabulous!! No matter how many times I say it, I do hope you believe me. This is the story that Sophie, Kerri and I talk about in registration, this is spoken about in Maths, PE and Chemistry between Kerri and I and Sophie and I talk about it whenever we are near eachother
Awe, thanks. Do you really? Is this where you guys come up with all this horrible stuff that "will" happen?
I love how Arthur has his priorities right. Not just here but in all the books
I agree! It's like the perfect parents, him and Molly. If only all dads could be that way
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Aww he's so sweet. If only all boys were like George!
Ohmygosh! I know! If only he wasn't fictional...
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...And this is where I cried
Don't cry! I cried in the book at this part... This isn't even close to what I have in store for you though, so you might want to save the tears... :evillaugh
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Great post Emily. You write it very well, even if some of it was jk's, your writing fit in perfectly...
Thanks, Sophie!
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Ok, i'm offski...French homework to do
I've always thought French would be fun, no? I guess when there's homework, it's not fun...
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P.S Katie is so right Your story is the topic of most of our convos, and if its not MYUTM, it's just SS in general!
I know! Fred NEVER had to die :O and neither did headwig.or any other of the Characters !
I know! Well... I don't know. I can kind of see why she made all of the Marauders die, because they accompanied Harry into the forest so Voldy could kill him. And I can kind of see why she would kill Dobby. He's been trying to protect Harry since the second book, so he died protecting him. And it kind of set Harry on fire. Like he was now completely determined on the Horcruxes instead of Hallows, because he had to stop them instead of being the Master of Death, you know? Fred and Hedwig are innocent in my eyes. There was no real reason for them to die, that I can justify in some way... If she wanted to take a Weasley for no reason, then she should have taken Percy, no offense to him... But I wish Fred would have gotten to live
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So, I'm kind of having a bad day and thought maybe posting would make me feel better?
After the ordeal with rescuing Harry, Remus placed a Fidelius Charm on George and Emily’s house, as well as his and Tonks’. George and Emily spent their nights at their own house to give more room at the Burrow for Fleur’s family. They spent their days helping to set up for the wedding or working at the shop. It was a week before Bill’s wedding, and Emily and George decided to stay home, talking and relaxing.
“We need to talk,” Emily whispered against George’s chest as he played with her red curls. They were lying across the sofa, snuggled up.
“Mmmm, what about?” he answered.
Emily hesitated, not knowing how to start this. She twisted in his arms so that she could see his face. He saw her expression of pain and worry, so he cupped her face in his hands.
“You can tell me anything, you know that, right?” he said softly. Emily nodded slightly as a tear escaped her eye.
“I just don’t know how to tell you,” she whispered. George wiped away her tears with his fingertips as his eyebrows knitted in confusion. Emily concentrated on a part of his neck rather than his eyes as he stared at her.
“I was given a mission,” she whispered. George tensed slightly under her.
“Who gave you the mission?” he asked quietly.
“Dumbledore,” she said.
“Dumbledore? But then, why are you only just now telling me about it?”
“Because we thought it best if I didn’t tell you until it was getting sooner to when I set out on it.”
“What kind of mission? What do you have to do?” he asked in a whisper.
“I…I can’t tell you, Georgie. He told me to tell no one,” she whispered.
“Is it one you can do from home?” Emily shook her head slightly as she felt his gaze on her face. “Don’t go,” he whispered.
Emily started crying softly, the tears spilling over onto his shirt. “I have to.”
“No, don’t go. Stay with me,” he whispered.
“I promised. I have to go,” she said.
“Let me go with you,” he whispered. Emily’s eyes finally met his and she could see the pain and heartbreak they held.
“You have to stay here. You have to stay with your family,” she whispered.
“You are my family,” he whispered.
Emily nodded slightly. “You can’t come. You have to stay here.”
“When do you leave?” he asked quietly.
“I’m not sure yet, but I know it’s soon,” she whispered. He shook his head slightly before his arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. He kissed her tender lips softly before he intensified their kisses. She felt the urgency and the need of his kissing as she knotted her hands in his hair.
“Promise me, you’ll be okay,” he whispered as she kissed his neck and collar bone.
“I promise,” she whispered between kisses.
“Promise me that you’ll come home to me,” he whispered.
Emily pulled back to look at him. Her fingers grazed his pleading lips. “I promise that I will always come home to you,” she whispered.
“I love you.”
“Forever and Always,” she whispered.
She kissed him again, longer this time. He stood up from the couch, wrapping Emily’s legs around his waist. He carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom as she kissed his neck. She pulled his shirt off as he tackled her on the bed.
“I’m going to miss you,” he whispered against her cheek.
“Prove it,” she giggled. He pulled back to look at her before he kissed her full on the lips.
That was acctully heart breaking :O I acctully cried! Poor George! But i loved that you lightened the mood at the end a bit with a little humer. Great post Emily Loved it
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George will be George 
Can't wait for more!!!
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Loved it 
