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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.
She'll have to let go at some point. It may seem hard at first, but she needs to go back to the twins. Poor Emily.
She'll be okay eventually.
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Great Post Emily.
Thanks, Sophie
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Though we haven't found out abput Fred yet...When does this bit of bad news get broken to us?
It was in this post :
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She glanced behind her and saw Fred’s still body, which caused another round of tears to erupt. George was kneeling at his head, tears flowing down his cheeks. She wanted to reach out, hold him as he did her, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She couldn’t bring herself to let go of Remus
But it had more of a focus on Remus...
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PAMS! I can't wait to get back to the twins and Teddy bear!
Soph x
The next time you really see them is in the epilogue though...
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But it had more of a focus on Remus...
You are so right. I don't know how I missed it! I think I was to conserned about Remus and when I thought of Freds death I was thinking that Molly would be there in histerics Aww I'm so sad now. We lost everyone tonight
Looking forward to the Epilogue, though I hope it's not too soon!
Soph x
Hello Emily. Such sadness. Of course we all knew it was coming, but sometimes I think knowing whats about to come can make one even more apprehensive. You write sorrow and grief very well. I'll be watching for your next post.
Hello Emily. Such sadness. Of course we all knew it was coming, but sometimes I think knowing whats about to come can make one even more apprehensive. You write sorrow and grief very well. I'll be watching for your next post.
Very true, and thank you; it's my specialty Thanks, Connie!
And the battle between the two began. They were slowly backing up into the Great Hall, throwing curse after curse at the other. Voldemort was in the center of the Hall fighting off McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley. George and Lee killed Yaxley while Ron and Neville took down Greyback. Arthur and Percy took down Thicknesse while Bellatrix fought Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, only to be taken over by Molly.
“Confringo!” Emily yelled. Dolohov blocked her curse and nothing turned to flames. He kept shooting curses at her, but she blocked them, too.
“Expulso!” she tried again. But, he blocked it again. There was one curse she stayed away from—the killing curse. Avada Kedavra wasn’t enough. She didn’t want his death to be painless so he could just fall back and be dead. No, he had to suffer.
“It was quite fun, you know—killing him. Especially since it’s brought on this,” he indicated with his wand to her. Her eyes narrowed as the fury she felt became more and more pronounced. “Maybe I should kill your husband too,” he said with a bark.
Emily actually growled at him before swishing her wand through the air. “CRUCIO!” she screamed. Dolohov, who hadn’t seen that one coming, fell to the ground in agony. He screamed a high pitched scream.
“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” Emily asked. Dolohov screamed again. She chanced a glance around at everyone. Hundreds of people lined the walls for the three battles—her and Dolohov, Bellatrix and Molly, and Voldemort, McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn. She knew George’s eyes were on her, but she couldn’t see him.
Dolohov slowly stood, and her attention went back to him. “Did I say you could get up?” Emily sneered.
“Crucio!” she said again, but he was ready that time and deflected it.
“You didn’t like that, did you? Threatening your husband? As soon as I’m finished with you, I’ll finish him off,” he said with a laugh. That did it.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Emily yelled at him. It hit him in the chest—he was too busy laughing at her to see it coming and deflect it. His eyes went wide as his smile disappeared from his face. He fell back against the floor with a thud as Emily just stared down at his body.
Emily backed up slowly, her wand arm falling to her side. She felt hands incase around her waist and pull her back against the wall. Emily turned round to look at the person and it was George. He held her tightly to himself, their bodies almost like one.
“I lose control when they threaten you,” she whispered into his chest.
“I noticed,” he whispered back, his voice strained. Emily pulled back to look at him and he met her eyes. “It’s done, Ems, he’s gone,” he whispered calmly. Emily nodded before she turned round at a high pitched scream.
They watched in horror as McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn were thrown back, flailing through the air. Bellatrix fell back against the ground, dead.
“Protego!” she heard someone roar. Emily looked around for the person that could have possibly cast the protection shield in front of her mother-in-law. Harry threw his cloak to the ground and Emily gasped. Emily heard everyone’s surprised voice say, “He’s alive,” before they all stifled their voices.
“I don’t want anyone else to try to help,” Harry said. “It’s got to be like this. It’s got to be me,” he said.
Emily’s chest fell and rose rapidly as all she could hear were the deep breaths she took. Voldemort and Harry circled each other as her blood pulsed loudly in her ears. She couldn’t hear anything that was being said. Her vision seemed fuzzy as many images ran through her mind—Sirius’ smile at her engagement, Remus the day he made his promise, Cedric and Harry as they came out of the maze, Draco in La Push, George and Fred the day she met them, Emmett’s growl as he kept George at bay, George’s smile at their wedding, Fred’s facial expression when he met his niece and nephew, George’s smile when he held his son and daughter for the first time, Fred’s still body, Tonks falling to the ground right before Remus joined her.
George’s hold around her fingers tightened and she woke from her reverie. Her memories held laughter, love, life, despair, and death. Harry was like a brother to her—he was a brother to her. She couldn’t bear losing anyone else. She strained to hear what they were saying through her pulse.
“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” Harry whispered. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does…I am the true master of the Elder Wand,” Harry said.
“Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort screeched at the same time that Harry said,
“Expelliarmus!”
Emily’s breath caught in her throat as she watched as the spells collided. The Elder Wand flew high and Harry caught it like the Seeker he is. Voldemort fell back, arms spread out wide.
Everyone was silent for a second before they screamed and cheered, running toward Harry. Voldemort was dead and the war was over. Emily and George ran over to Harry, hugging him. George firmly took Emily’s hand and led her off to the side. There was no way they could really talk to Harry at the moment with everyone trying to seize him in some way or the other.
He pulled her outside, under the rising sun and took her face in his hands. They stared wordlessly at each other for the longest time, looking into each other’s souls.
“You scared me,” he finally whispered. Emily blinked back her tears at his soft, sweet voice.
“I had to fight him,” she whispered back.
“I know, I would have done the same,” he said softly. “But you still scared me.”
“It’s all over now,” she said. “Can you believe it’s all over?” she said slowly, a smile creeping onto her face.
“Not really, it’s all so surreal.”
“But it is over,” she whispered with a grin. “And we’re together,” she said as her hands wound around his neck.
“Forever and Always,” he said with a small chuckle.
Emily leaned forward as his hands ruffled through her hair. Her heart melted as his sleek, lubricous lips massaged hers. His tongue probed her mouth as his breath tickled her throat. She sighed in content as he pushed the small of her back closer.
The realization of the loved ones they lost was momentarily pushed aside as the understanding that they could be together always washed through them. They both knew that when they went home, with their children, the despair would wash through them, but, at the moment, they lived in their bliss as they celebrated with everyone else.
Okie dokie, What do you think? There are only THREE posts left!
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Hello
This post was brilliant!!! I really loved it
It was quite the tear-jerker, this was the part I broke down at:
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Emily’s chest fell and rose rapidly as all she could hear were the deep breaths she took. Voldemort and Harry circled each other as her blood pulsed loudly in her ears. She couldn’t hear anything that was being said. Her vision seemed fuzzy as many images ran through her mind—Sirius’ smile at her engagement, Remus the day he made his promise, Cedric and Harry as they came out of the maze, Draco in La Push, George and Fred the day she met them, Emmett’s growl as he kept George at bay, George’s smile at their wedding, Fred’s facial expression when he met his niece and nephew, George’s smile when he held his son and daughter for the first time, Fred’s still body, Tonks falling to the ground right before Remus joined her.
It was just rememebering everything that this story is about and how strongly MYUTM describes family. It's unbelievable how much thinking I have done since I read this story, you present so many feelings into one post and you are just fabulous. That doesn't sound awfully cheesy does it?:
K xx
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That was definitely one of my favorite parts of DH; I hope they don't change it too much for the movie.
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It a great post Emily! You really feel Emily's emotion... Only three posts left!!! What!
Thanks, Sophie! Yesh, there are only three posts left, including the epilogue. =/
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p.s theres a good interview on T4 about Deathly Hallows with all the actors!
Sooo, I'll probably sound stupid asking, but what's T4?
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This post was brilliant!!! I really loved it
Thanks, Katie
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It was quite the tear-jerker, this was the part I broke down at:
Awe, I'm sorry; this post really wasn't supposed to make you cry... The one after next might be a different story... Just depends on the person...
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It was just rememebering everything that this story is about and how strongly MYUTM describes family. It's unbelievable how much thinking I have done since I read this story, you present so many feelings into one post and you are just fabulous. That doesn't sound awfully cheesy does it?:
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Sooo, I'll probably sound stupid asking, but what's T4?
It's not a stupid question, I keep forgeting were not all in the same country, I feel like SS is our own little continent sometimes Anyhoooo...
T4 is a saturday and sunday show on channel 4 over here. It shows episodes of tv programs like friends and music videos and stuff, they do celeb interviews but when Harry Potter or Twilight is on its really big...But the Harry Potter ones are best obviously So they have a full morning dedicated to different interviews inbetween other bits and pieces. try this link, this is a sneek peek of it The Deathly Hallows Interview Btw, Tom looks hot in it!
Soph x
It's not a stupid question, I keep forgeting were not all in the same country, I feel like SS is our own little continent sometimes Anyhoooo...
T4 is a saturday and sunday show on channel 4 over here. It shows episodes of tv programs like friends and music videos and stuff, they do celeb interviews but when Harry Potter or Twilight is on its really big...But the Harry Potter ones are best obviously So they have a full morning dedicated to different interviews inbetween other bits and pieces. try this link, this is a sneek peek of it The Deathly Hallows Interview Btw, Tom looks hot in it!
Soph x
Hello Emily. Nice timing. Did you plan on the final battle being so close to the movie? I think your final battle is better than what the movie will be. I think I'm going to be disappointed in it. Just from the "duel" between Voldemort and Harry trailor. In the book it isn't a duel, and it isn't on the bridge. The movie ruined it. But yours is fantastic!
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“It was quite fun, you know—killing him. Especially since it’s brought on this,
I wish Emily could give him what he deserves. Slow and painful.
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He screamed a high pitched scream.
Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you know that the higher pitched scream the more pain a person is in?
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“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Emily yelled at him.
Good call Emily. It would have been nice to see him squirm some more. But, it wouldn't be good if he got away. Especially if he killed Emily doing it. Then you'd have to change the whole ending of your story. So, it's good she killed him off now. It is an awful thing to take a life, and I'm sure it'll bother her, but war pushes all the buttons. It can't be helped. And besides, defending yourself, loved ones, and home is the exception to the rule anyway.
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“Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort screeched at the same time that Harry said,
“Expelliarmus!”
Emily’s breath caught in her throat as she watched as the spells collided. The Elder Wand flew high and Harry caught it like the Seeker he is. Voldemort fell back, arms spread out wide.
It doesn't get any better than that.
Great post Emily. I'll be watching for your next.
Hello Emily. Nice timing. Did you plan on the final battle being so close to the movie? I think your final battle is better than what the movie will be. I think I'm going to be disappointed in it. Just from the "duel" between Voldemort and Harry trailor. In the book it isn't a duel, and it isn't on the bridge. The movie ruined it. But yours is fantastic!
Thanks! No, I didn't plan this in the slightest, it just sort of happened. I don't remember them being on the bridge for it in the trailer... It doesn't look like it's supposed to, but maybe it will still be good? Too bad we won't find out until the summer though.
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I wish Emily could give him what he deserves. Slow and painful.
It's what he and Bellatrix deserve...
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Yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you know that the higher pitched scream the more pain a person is in?
I didn't, but it does make sense.
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Good call Emily. It would have been nice to see him squirm some more. But, it wouldn't be good if he got away. Especially if he killed Emily doing it. Then you'd have to change the whole ending of your story. So, it's good she killed him off now. It is an awful thing to take a life, and I'm sure it'll bother her, but war pushes all the buttons. It can't be helped. And besides, defending yourself, loved ones, and home is the exception to the rule anyway.It doesn't get any better than that.
Very true; though I think she's going to have more trouble with Remus and Fred dying than fretting over killing someone... It was a war and they knew what they were getting themselves into.
Emily looked out of the window of the kitchen and into the backyard. The sun was glistening on the horizon, sending rays onto the two pearly white caskets that were under their tree. She glanced at that tree; so many things had happened up there, so many conversations, naps, and heart-to-hearts.
Emily looked back at the caskets; they were so still, silent, and peaceful. Peaceful. Emily hoped that wherever they were, they were peaceful.
Feeling the pain in her heart, Emily looked back at the dirty dishes that had been sitting there for a few days. Three days to be exact. It had been three days since she watched him fall, three days since that horrid battle, three days since she lost her best friend, three days since she lost her daddy. Emily let a tear escape as she reached for her wand. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “Scourgify.” The food stains disappeared, and Emily started stacking them up in their proper places. Emily turned around and glanced at the empty kitchen. Everything felt empty to her these past few days.
Emily stepped into the living room and watched the unmoving room. They had spent so many days in this living room, had too many fights and tears to account for in this living room. Emily closed her eyes and hugged herself. She heard the creaks from the stairs and knew her husband had awakened. All was silent as he wrapped his arms around her.
“We’ll get through this, Ems. Together,” whispered George in her ear.
Emily kept her eyes tightly shut and just nodded.
“If I was able to get through yesterday, then I promise you, you will get through today,” said George. Emily turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I love you,” she whispered into his chest.
“I will love you Forever and Always,” vowed George.
Emily sighed. “It’s almost time, isn’t it?”
George nodded against her hair. Emily leaned back and took his hand. They made their way to the backyard.
The sun had just come up, and Emily and George were still in their pajamas. They kept their hands intertwined as they took out their wands. Emily’s stayed limply at her side as she looked past the caskets to their forest. She remembered how she and Remus had spent their time running around, howling under the moon. Emily faintly heard her husband whisper some spells as he whisked his wand in the air. Emily noticed that all was quiet around her, but she kept staring at the forest, thinking of the memories they had made.
George didn’t interrupt her, and she loved him for it. He gently squeezed her hand, and she glanced over at him. His eyes were glazed as he looked through her broken heart.
Not saying a word, Emily nodded and they went back inside.
“Do you want some breakfast?” George asked.
“I’m not hungry,” she replied. George nodded.
“I’m going to go get ready. The Minister should be here soon,” Emily said.
“Okay, honey. I love you,” he said as he hugged her lightly and kissed her forehead. “I’ll check on the kids,” he said.
Emily slowly walked back upstairs, listening to George try to make as little noise as possible in the kitchen. She didn’t know how he was still standing, still breathing. They had gone to Fred’s funeral yesterday, and he broke down. He wouldn’t stop crying, and all she could do was hold his hand and cry too. She mourned for her best friend, her brother-in-law, her mother figure, and her daddy. At times, she wanted to give in and let the depression take her, but then she would remember what she was giving up, what she was leaving. She couldn’t live in a world where George didn’t exist. If he jumped, she jumped. And her beautiful twins; she couldn’t leave them either.
Emily reached her bathroom and pulled a fluffy towel from the closet. She turned the water to cool and started stripping off her pajamas, which were actually a pair of Remus’ sweats and T-shirt. She had been wearing things from his wardrobe ever since she had gotten home.
Letting a tear escape, Emily stepped into the shower. The cool water hit her skin like rain. Emily stood under the water, letting her hair fall damp. She silently cried as she thought of the good-byes that she was about to make.
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Poor Emily.
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The next time you really see them is in the epilogue though...
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Thanks, Connie! 
I wish Emily could give him what he deserves. Slow and painful.
It doesn't look like it's supposed to, but maybe it will still be good? Too bad we won't find out until the summer though. 
