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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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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.
the names are perfect, and Emily being Godmother is great...does the trio know that Emily is pregnant with twins? And have the rest of the Weasleys been told you still haven't said yet...<3
Yesh, Bill and Fleur probably told the trio when they were staying with them. And since they had been home for a couple months now, it's safe to say the rest of the Weasleys know. I just left it out because I skipped to four months later...
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[COLOR="Blue"]Yikes! Contractions don't sound to fun, glad I never have to have them. Ouch! Lauren! Don't hit me! I can't help it if I'm a guy and I don't think I want to change it anyways...no THAT would be painful!
Yes, you are very lucky you don't have to go through what we have to go through.
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Anyways, loved the post Emily...keep writing
Thanks, Jesse!
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Sorry I screwed up I have 6 sisters and 2 brothers and I'm right in the middle... and no offense taken
!Jesse!
Oh my! I've always wanted a big family. I used to want to be like Cheaper by the dozen with 12 kids or 7th Heaven with 7 kids Is the middle unpleasant? Trust me when I tell you being the youngest is worse!
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Oh my! I've always wanted a big family. I used to want to be like Cheaper by the dozen with 12 kids or 7th Heaven with 7 kids Is the middle unpleasant? Trust me when I tell you being the youngest is worse!
Belive me when I tell you that the oldest is the worst!! I have two younger sisters and it is torture. Being blamed for everything is no cupcake!!!
I'm 15, Emily is 13 and Mara is 11. They are both taller than me and their feet are bigger, so unfair
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Belive me when I tell you that the oldest is the worst!! I have two younger sisters and it is torture. Being blamed for everything is no cupcake!!!
I'm 15, Emily is 13 and Mara is 11. They are both taller than me and their feet are bigger, so unfair
I believe we will have to agree to disagree
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As May arrived, Emily kept getting larger and larger and crankier and crankier. She wanted the twins to hurry up and get here so she could get back to wearing her cute little dresses and skinny pants. She spent most of her time at Andromeda’s house with Tonks and the new baby. Teddy was quite the handful but also so full of life. George and Fred ran the joke shop by Owl-Order service out of one of Muriel’s back rooms.
It was a Saturday, and the sun shone brightly through the kitchen window. Remus made his way down the stairs to find Emily putting her dishes from her breakfast in the sink.
“’Morning,” Remus said.
“Good morning,” Emily said quietly.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, the twins are just kicking a lot this morning… They must have just woken up is all,” Emily mumbled, her hand going to her large bump. She let out an involuntary gasp as the kick resounded again. Remus looked at her with a worried expression, but she shrugged it off with a small smile. “Be lucky you’re a guy,” she whispered with the hint of a chuckle.
“Oh, yeah, extremely grateful… Where’s George?”
“He went over to Muriel’s this morning after breakfast. He said he’ll be back by dinner at the latest,” Emily answered as she rinsed out her cup. Remus nodded.
“I’ve got to head out… I’ll see you later, we’ve got to get Potterwatch going again,” he said with a smile. He kissed her cheek and headed for the door. She heard it shut behind him and a tear fell from her eye.
“Why can’t you two get along?” she whispered as she look down at her stomach. “No fighting,” Emily said firmly as another kick hit her right below her belly button. She sighed and made her way outside, into the backyard. She went there when she needed to think. She carefully climbed the tree, which took her much longer than it used to. After a lot of grunting and sweating, she finally sat in the crevice of all the branches and looked around at the blossoms on the tree. They hadn’t quite bloomed yet, but they were on their way to. She looked out at the dark forest as more tears made their way down her cheeks.
“Hey, I saw you come out here… Can I join you?” Tonks asked softly as she came into view. Emily nodded and Tonks started climbing the tree, her bubblegum pink hair swaying in the breeze. She smiled lightly as she put her arm around Emily’s shoulder.
“Everything will be okay,” Tonks whispered.
“Ever since that dance, I just…” Emily let her sentence trail off. “I’m scared of losing him,” she whispered.
“I know, me too,” Tonks confided. “But he’ll always be with you in your heart, Ems,” she said.
“Don’t start with this again,” Emily groaned quietly.
“It’s the truth, and the sooner you accept it, the better,” Tonks said firmly.
“And if I can’t accept it?” Emily asked stubbornly.
“Emily, you’re like this flower,” she said, indicating to one of the buds that hadn’t started blooming yet. Emily stared at it. “It’s a little slower than the others, but one day, it will catch on; it will bloom too. One day, you’ll understand too. And when you do get it, bring me this flower. I promise you it will be the prettiest of the bunch.” Tonks kissed Emily’s cheek and left her sitting there in her tree, staring at the flower that symbolized herself.
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That was a great Post. Really sweet. Stop fighting twins!
I agree with KatielovesHp. Being the oldest is the worst! I have one younger sister and she is a royal pain. I'm 13, and she's 8. Gahh, the number of times I have almost strangled her...
That was a great Post. Really sweet. Stop fighting twins!
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I agree with KatielovesHp. Being the oldest is the worst! I have one younger sister and she is a royal pain. I'm 13, and she's 8. Gahh, the number of times I have almost strangled her...
Haha, I still have to say we'll have to agree to disagree.
Hello Emily. That Tonks is a sweetie isn't she. I loved your post Emily. I can't go into anything, because supper is on the verge of burning. I love the example Tonks gave with the blossem in the tree. Beautiful writing, and I can't wait for your next. I do hope Emily doesn't climb anymore trees till after the babies are born. They could be delivered in the tree if not. Oops supper!
Great post Emily I read it to Lauren and she loves it too and can't wait for the twins to come...she says she's really sorry she can't reply herself, the nurse isn't letting her leave the hospital and her hands are shaking to much for her to be able to type anyways
Hello Emily. That Tonks is a sweetie isn't she. I loved your post Emily.
Thanks, Connie Tonks has always been a favorite of mine
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I can't go into anything, because supper is on the verge of burning.
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I love the example Tonks gave with the blossem in the tree. Beautiful writing, and I can't wait for your next.
Thank you!
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I do hope Emily doesn't climb anymore trees till after the babies are born. They could be delivered in the tree if not. Oops supper!
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Great post Emily I read it to Lauren and she loves it too and can't wait for the twins to come...
Thank you!
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she says she's really sorry she can't reply herself, the nurse isn't letting her leave the hospital and her hands are shaking to much for her to be able to type anyways
Oh no! She will be okay, yes? Please tell her I told her to get better soon!
I would have commented sooner but the dog stole the power lead to the computer...
Emily and Harry as the Godparents? Great idea!
I can't wait for the twins to arrive!
HURRY UP!
And Emily's right- they should stop fighting!
I agree with Tonks, too...
Emily needs to understand that he won't be around forever...
PAMS,
Love you!
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Sooo, I kind of made her a graphic type thing because...I wanted to... What do you think? She doesn't hate red, does she? Lauren<3
that's amazing Emily I showed Lauren and she is so happy and touched she said that red is actually her favorite color so u made a good choice she actually asked me to make it her PP for her so I'm going to be doing that for we when I have the time
your amazing Emily and Lauren thanks you from the bottom of her heart...live~laugh~love
Peace & Love
Couldn't you just edit your word doc a little?
For me?
Please?
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and no offense taken 
Oops supper! 
Please tell her my thoughts are with her. 
