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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.
Breath easy, your story is a great success, and you know I love it.
Thank you, Connie. That means a lot to me
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Emily! That battle was breathtaking! I held my breath through the whole thing! Oh my goodness! I can't say anything, really I'm speechless.
Awe, really? Thank you! I'm glad you liked it
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Was the name said in question like someone thought she was Emily? Or was the name said in surprise like she WAS recognized, but, couldn't believe she was there.
More like in surprise, because she was recognized and couldn't believe she was there...
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OK, I have a theory, and I'll not reveal it to anyone to save my embarrassment if I'm wrong.
Ooooh, may I know in a PM please?
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Outstanding post Emily. Can't wait for your next.
Thank you, Connie! I'll post more soon. Wednesday, I have midterms, so it may not be until either that night, or later in the week. It just all depends...
Do I have to threaten with Alicia again?
I will if I have to!
PAMS!!!
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So, who remembers when I said that a certain family wouldn't make another appearance until everyone forgot about them? Well, that time is here! Oh, and we'll get the answer to a few people's questions... With all that said, here is the new post!
“Mmmm,” Emily groaned as she groggily woke up. She was surprised that she was waking up period. She thought she had surely died in that forest. Emily felt her bare legs against the soft bed sheets and the comfort of the fluffy bed. Emily opened her eyes slowly and stared up at the ceiling. She tried to sit up, but a hard hand pushed her back down.
“You need to rest,” Alice Cullen sang in her melodic voice.
“Alice?” Emily croaked.
“Yes, it’s me. Emmett and Rosalie found you in the forest bleeding to death. It’s a good thing your blood doesn’t smell tasty to us, or else they would have killed you.” Alice sat down on the edge of Emily’s bed and Emily stared at her.
“But, the bleeding—I was bleeding to death!”
“Calm down, you really shouldn’t strain yourself. You were bleeding, but Carlisle found the book in your bag about healing wounds and what not and saw the thing about Dittany, which he also found in your bag. It was lucky we found you and you had that stuff in your bag… Anyway, as soon as the stuff hit your skin, you were healed.”
“Oh, wow, thank you,” she whispered.
“Emily, there’s something else… As soon as Emmett got back with you, we hooked you up to the x-ray machine, and—”
“That’s enough, Alice. I’ll take it over from here,” Carlisle interrupted. Alice looked at him crossly for a second, sighed, and left the room in less than a blink of an eye.
“Dr. Cullen, thank you so much for everything,” Emily said quickly as he checked the machinery.
“It was nothing really,” he said quietly with a smile.
“Nothing? You saved my life!”
“Not really, it was all your things that saved you.”
“Yes, but you’re the one who found them and-and, wait, Alice said there was something more… What did you see on the x-ray machine?” Emily cocked her head to the side.
Carlisle didn’t answer her at first; he just checked her stab wounds where pale pink skin now covered her body.
“Is everything okay with me, Dr. Cullen?” Emily whispered.
“Call me Carlisle, please,” he said with a small chuckle, not meeting her eyes.
“Carlisle, then… Is everything okay?” Emily asked cautiously.
Carlisle met her gaze. “Emily, did you know that you’re pregnant?” he asked softly.
Emily stared at him as if he were crazy. “What? No, I’m not—I can’t be preg—there’s no way,” she said through choked whispers. Her eyes looked down at her stomach, which, all of a sudden, seemed much tighter than before. She knew that she had gained a little weight, but she thought it was because she wasn’t exercising like she usually did. But her period, it had been reg—Wait, when was my last period? She did the mental math in her head. Being on the run, she must have forgotten all about it. But the truth was, she was a few months late. It’s irregular, but not completely unheard of, right? And there was the flu-home sickness that she’s had for months. Of course, that wasn’t normal, but still. Pregnant? Emily’s hands fluttered down to her stomach.
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
Carlisle nodded slowly. “I took a few tests with your blood while you were asleep…”
“And?” she asked, waiting for him to go on.
“Are you sure you want to know?” Emily nodded so he continued. “You’re about three and a half months pregnant from what I can tell.” Emily did the mental math in her head. Three and a half months ago roughly meant the last night she spent with George. “And, er, well, you’re having twins,” he said quietly. Emily gulped as she stared down at her stomach. Her hands cradled the small bulge that she now knew were her babies.
“Are-are you sure?” she whispered.
“I’m positive, Emily, and so are you,” he chuckled. She laughed lightly at his joke and sat up slowly on the bed.
“Are you hungry? Edward’s just finished cooking for Jake and Seth,” Carlisle said. Emily nodded and he helped her hop down from the bed. She was wearing a pair of shorts that must have been either Rosalie’s, Alice’s, or one of the others, because they definitely weren’t hers. Her blue cotton shirt clung loosely to her stomach. She felt her hair and groaned. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at her tangled mess of hair. In seconds it was in loose curls, no knots to account for.
Carlisle led her down the stairs and into the kitchen where quite a few people were talking.
“It’s about time you woke up!” Emmett joked. Emily smiled slightly in return.
“Em, Rose, I don’t know how to thank you,” she said quietly as she looked from Emmett to Rosalie.
“No need, it was our pleasure,” Emmett said with a smile. He crossed the room and gave her a small hug. Rosalie came over and hugged her too.
“Emily! Long time no see,” Seth chuckled as he crossed the room over to her.
“Hey, Seth!” Emily said with a smile. He picked her up and twirled her around, hugging her. He finally let her go and led her to the kitchen table.
“Edward just finished making these; they’re so good,” Seth said as he sat down. Emily sat across from him and Jake and shyly put a few things on her plate. One hand stayed glued to her fork while her other was glued to her stomach. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was pregnant, and with twins, no less.
*Okie dokie, so, Sophie figured it out She wasn't pregnant with A baby, because she was pregnant with two All things Twilight belong to the lovely Stephanie Meyers, not me Tell me whatchya think!
Hello Emily. Phew! I'm so glad she is safe, And I'm ever so glad her blood doesn't smell tasty!
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“I’m positive, Emily, and so are you,” he chuckled.
I loved that! Clever of him!
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She felt her hair and groaned. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at her tangled mess of hair. In seconds it was in loose curls, no knots to account for.
Loved this also! Great post Emily. I'll be looking forward to your next post.
Hello Emily. Phew! I'm so glad she is safe, And I'm ever so glad her blood doesn't smell tasty! I loved that! Clever of him!
Loved this also!
Great post Emily. I'll be looking forward to your next post.
Sorry...
I thought I'd let you know what I was shouting...
I'm at college and now my teacher is staring at me as if I've gone mad...
Twins...
YAY!
And the Cullens are back!
Is she going to tell George?
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“Alice?” Emily croaked.
Ah it's Alice!!!
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“Emily, there’s something else… As soon as Emmett got back with you, we hooked you up to the x-ray machine, and—”
YES AND.... I think I know where this is going!!!
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Carlisle met her gaze. “Emily, did you know that you’re pregnant?” he asked softly.
I GOT IT RIGHT! I GOT IT RIGHT! I GOT IT RIGHT!!! Oh thank you Emily!!!!
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She did the mental math in her head.
Oh Honey...You do the math!
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“And, er, well, you’re having twins,”
Ah I got it even more right!!!
Awww Emily you've made my day. I've just text Katie but she'll now probably have read it with the time it takes me to comment lol. FANTASTIC POST EMILY!!!! I'm soo happy
PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!
Soph x
:rofl: I knew it! I SOOOOOO knew it! You didn't fool me for a second, Emily. =] Excellent post though! I like how you brought the Cullens back... <3 I loves them! And I like that she's pregnant with twins... so cute! But if Remus and Fred don't live long enough to see the twins, I'm coming after you Emily. =[ I will!
Anyway... PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMSOID!!!!!
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"Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone." - C.S. Lweis
Emily sat in Alice’s bedroom, on her couch, and stared blankly at the mirror. She wanted to call George, but at the same time, she didn’t. She didn’t know how to say it; she didn’t know how he’d take it. She was scared and lonely. She wanted to go home, but at the same time, she needed to get back to her mission. Emily’s hand absent mindedly went down to her stomach. Could she go on this mission and put her life at stake when it could hurt them? Could she risk their lives that way?
There was a light knock on the door and Rosalie walked in, Emmett right behind her.
“Hey, we were wondering if you were hungry,” she said quietly as she sat on the sofa beside her. Emily quickly put the mirror in her purse.
“Er, yeah, a little bit… What’s on the menu?” she asked with a chuckle.
“A bit of A positive with a side of O negative,” Emmett said with a grin.
“Hardy har har, I meant for me,” Emily said as she rolled her eyes.
“What are you craving?” Rosalie asked.
“Spaghetti,” Emily said shyly.
“Again?” Emmett asked with a laugh.
“Maybe,” Emily whispered.
“Do you want to wait up here while I go make it?” Rosalie asked.
“I can make it, Rose,” Emily said quickly.
“Don’t even think about it; it’s my pleasure. I’ll call you when it’s ready… And maybe you should make a call too,” Rosalie said with a knowing smile. Emily just nodded as they left the room.
Emily pulled her half of the mirror back out and stared at it. She still couldn’t bring herself to call him. Sighing, Emily started to lie back on the couch, only to get up and run from the room. She made it to the bathroom in time to throw up into the toilet. She felt someone’s cold hands at her neck. They pulled back her hair and wiped the sweat from her skin.
“It’s not even morning,” Emily said shakily.
“It’s okay, Ems, you’re still healthy and they’re fine,” Alice soothed.
“How’d you know that’s what I was thinking about?”
“Edward’s in the hall whispering it to me. He thought this is more of a private thing and decided to wait outside,” Alice explained quietly. Emily grunted as she threw up again.
It had been two weeks, and Emily still hadn’t called George. She was scared and didn’t know how to tell him. It was Christmas holiday and Emily knew that Ginny would be back home with the rest of the Weasleys. She wanted more than anything to join her family, but she was afraid. It was the day before Christmas Eve and Emily got into another fight with Alice. They were having a lot of those lately—fights. Emily kept thinking about her mission and the battle that was drawing nearer. Alice didn’t want her to go, saying it was too dangerous, especially with the pregnancy.
“So, what am I supposed to do? Stay here, hiding, while everyone I love dies around me? I’m not going to do that!” Emily yelled at her. Half of her knew that her emotions were higher than normal because she was pregnant but it was still true. She couldn’t just sit back and relax when her family could be dying.
“And what if you died?” Alice yelled back. “What if you got hurt? What if you hurt the babies?”
“I can’t just sit back, Alice! I have to do what I can in this fight! It’s my world and I’m not going to let it crumble around me! I’m fighting—period!” Emily didn’t give Alice the chance to retaliate and continue the fight; she ran from the house. Emily ran until the driveway ended and then she Apparated to the woods beside La Push. She sat down under the tree where she had met Seth for the first time. She sat against the bark, sobbing.
Emily sat there for a few hours before someone came up behind her. She heard their footsteps before their voice sounded right behind her. Emily jumped slightly before looking back at the man.
OMG! I'm so glad Emily is ok and that it's twins and that their ok and that she's safe and that u brought back twilight to ur story and that Draco is visiting but I'm SOOOOOOOO anxious to know what happens next with DRACO "THE BIG SCARY DEATH EATER" MALFOY lol...PAamazingMS!!!!
Peace and Love
*lauren*
OMG! I'm so glad Emily is ok and that it's twins and that their ok and that she's safe and that u brought back twilight to ur story and that Draco is visiting
BREATHE! I'm glad you like it!
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but I'm SOOOOOOOO anxious to know what happens next with DRACO "THE BIG SCARY DEATH EATER" MALFOY lol...
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I Know You Don't Believe Me, But The Way I, Way I See It, Next Time You Point A Finger, I Might Have To Bend It Back, Or Break It, Break It Off... Next Time You Point A Finger, I'll Point You To The Mirror
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Nah, I don't think that's necessary; just the reminder scares me 
All things Twilight belong to the lovely Stephanie Meyers, not me 
Great post Emily. I'll be looking forward to your next post.
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They have a tiny appearance in the sequel too. Well, only two of them do anyway... 
