Very nice Emily. Is room 17 on the seconed floor? She might be in trouble, or she might really be in trouble. Hope to find out very soon.

Thanks and yep, room 17 is on the second floor.



*I decided I didn't like the first couple of paragraphs to last post and decided to edit them. I felt like they were too choppy or something. I hope I fixed them, but I might have to look at them again later.... Just thought I would let you know...

Emily, I thought the first post was fine, but I have to admit, your edit to your post did make it read smoother. Thank you for always trying to make it the best you can for us.

Awe, well thanks and you're welcome


*Okay, so I decided to change things up a bit, and I'll go back to edit everything in a sec... But I've decided that Emily is going to be fourteen, but she's still in her third year at Hogwarts. She's a year older than Harry, and was brought to Remus when she was two. Remus held her back a year because he wasn't ready to let her go yet... So she just went to Hogwarts a year late...

I feel generous because my brother made me really happy this morning... I hope you enjoy...

“Oh come on, Ems! It’s a fair request!” Draco said defensively.

“You don’t see me asking you to stop talking to your best friends, do you?” Emily yelled at him.

“My best friends aren’t girls, Emily!” Draco shouted back.

“You are being impossible, Draco.”

“What exactly are you getting at?”

“I’m sick of having to silence you every time you insult my Godfather. I’m sick of listening to you insult my friends. I’m tired of fighting with you over flirting with George. I’m just getting sick of all of the drama. I’m sorry, Draco, but this just isn’t working anymore. We spend more time fighting than we do enjoying each other’s company.” Emily stared at Draco.

“Emily, don’t do this. Please,” Draco begged.

“Sometimes letting go is hard, but it’s easier than holding onto something that isn’t there,” she whispered. He made a move toward her, but she backed up, holding her hand in front of her. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Draco moved toward her, ignoring her out reached hand. “I am not giving up on us,” he declared as he bent down and kissed her.

Emily was crying silently as she kissed him back for the last time. The classroom door suddenly burst open. Emily and Draco broke apart rapidly. She was horrified as she watched Fred and George’s jaws drop.

“I can explain!” Emily cried.

“I would love to hear it,” spat George.

“George, please, you don’t understand,” Emily pleaded. She started to walk toward them but Draco caught her hand and pulled her back. “Stop it, Draco. I said we’re finished. Let go of me,” she said sternly. Draco didn’t loosen his grip.

“She said let go!” growled George as he reached for his wand. Draco reached for his also. Emily tugged her hand free from Draco’s and put her hands up between the wands.

“Please stop!” Emily begged. “It isn’t suppose to be like this!” Fred now had his wand out, too. Fred and George were pointing theirs at Draco, ignoring Emily’s pleads. Draco’s wand was pointed at the twins, also ignoring her pleads.

“Darling, I suggest you move to the side so you don’t get yourself hurt,” drawled Draco. Emily turned around, her back to the twins, and stared at Draco, open-mouthed.

“And I suggest you put your wand away before you make a fool of yourself,” replied Emily coldly.

Draco’s features hardened. “If you don’t step aside, we’re through.”

“We were already through, Draco. I ended it five minutes ago.”

Draco was becoming angry. He lifted his wand a little higher and pointed it toward George. George reciprocated, focusing on Draco intently. They were both ready to curse the other. Emily wasn’t sure of what to do.

“Cruc--” Draco yelled.

“No!” Emily screamed. She flung herself in front of George, taking her wand out as she went. “Protego!” she whisked her wand around. An invisible shield reflected his spell and pushed them all back a few steps.

“What have you done, Emily?” Draco asked.

“I did what I had to. I can’t believe you were about to use an Unforgivable Curse. How could you?”

“I can believe it,” stated Fred disgustedly.

“Emily, if you leave now, we are done for good,” stated Draco, ignoring Fred’s statement.

“We are done, Draco. I can’t do this anymore.” Draco looked heart broken, regardless of what was going on. He lowered his wand, defeated by her words.

“You’ll regret this,” he whispered.

“I don’t think I will, Draco,” she whispered back.

“Why are you still here, Black? Get away from me, you blood traitor!” Draco yelled at her.

Emily couldn’t respond, but instead turned on her heel and started for the door. She grabbed George and Fred’s wand arms that were still out stretched. “Let’s go,” whispered Emily. Fred and George followed after her.

They were walking down a deserted corridor when Emily finally stopped, sinking down to the floor. George and Fred sunk down on either side of her. Emily brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Though he was highly disgusted, George put his arm around her.

“I’m sorry you had to find out like that,” Emily whispered.

“Emily—” George tried stopping her but she cut him off.

“Let me finish please.” She lifted her head slightly. “We met over the summer, the day I ran away. He saved me that day,” she shrugged her shoulders slightly. “He wasn’t a jerk or a prat. He wasn’t him. He was kind, caring, and new. He picked me up from the darkest place I’ve ever been and showed the light. I fell for him. He was nice and sweet and made the pain go away. He made me laugh and smile. He was my prince charming. But then we came back to school and he acted like the same old Draco to my friends and Remus, to you guys. After Buckbeak attacked him, I went to see him. He was a jerk, running his mouth about getting Hagrid fired and Buckbeak killed. I broke up with him, but he drew me back in. He had this pull on me, on my heart. We would fight, but when he touched me, when he kissed me, I was in a different world, a world where it was just the two of us. He made me forget everything that was going on around me and it was just us. He told me he’d change, that he wouldn’t be as big of a git to everyone. He lied to me, but I ignored it. I thought I didn’t care, I just pretended it wasn’t him making those crude remarks. That didn’t hold out for long.” Emily sighed, letting out a gust of air. “I kinda lost it tonight. He asked me to stop talking to you two.”

“Us? Why?” Fred asked incredulously.

“Because you guys are my best friends. I spend all of my time with you. I love you guys. I think Draco was just jealous. Not to mention that rumor about me and George.”

They all sat there for a moment quietly. Then they heard hurried footsteps to their left. A dark figure was coming towards them. Emily thought it might be Draco, but then realized that the figure’s shoulders were too broad to be Draco’s.

“Emily! Fred! George! What are you...What happened?” asked Remus frantically as he approached them. He saw Emily’s tear stained cheeks and his eyes widened.

“Remus!” Emily stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. He hugged her back and then pulled back to look at her face.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Ask me in a few days,” she replied.

Remus looked around at the twins, who were now standing. “I saw you guys leave the group from outside the Gryffindor Common Room. Did you go looking for her?” He was looking at George and that’s who responded.

“Yeah, we got worried because she came back from Hogsmeade early. She didn’t come to dinner and she told us she was going to meet you, but you were in the Great Hall for dinner, so we assumed she went back to her dormitory. When we heard what Peeves said, we had to look for her,” George explained.

Remus lifted his right hand. George shook it. “Thank you for looking for her. She means the world to me and I’m glad there are others who care for her.” He extended his hand to Fred next, who also shook it. They both nodded while Emily looked at them confusedly.

“What did Peeves say? Is he the one who told you where to find me?” she asked George.

“Wait, did you say she told you she was going to meet me? Emily, exactly what is going on?” Remus asked her.

“I went to meet Draco. We got into a fight, and, well, long story short, I broke up with him. Then the twins showed up.” Emily looked at her feet.

“I told you—” Remus started.

“Did you know I told you so has a brother, Remus? It’s called shut the hell up,” she said angrily. What was it with the ‘I told you so’s,’ she asked herself.

“Emily, I think you’ve over used that one a bit too much,” Fred chuckled. She hit his arm jokingly and he hit her back.

George stepped between them. “Alright, children. Break it up,” he said seriously, then chuckled.

“So you don’t know what happened then?” Remus asked her.

“Did something happen?” she asked back.

Remus looked at George and Fred with quizzical looks, as if to ask them if they told her. They both shook their heads slightly. Remus grabbed Emily around the shoulders. “Don’t freak out, Ems, but Sirius Black attacked the Fat Lady. He was trying to get in, but she wouldn’t let him pass.”

Emily’s face went blank, her insides were numb, and her mouth went dry. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He had come for her. He had come for Harry. She had suspected as much when she found the journal, but for that moment to actually be here, it just felt too surreal. Was she ready? Emily started sinking to he ground, but Remus caught her.

“Emily! Emily, it’s okay. We’ve searched the castle. He isn’t here. You are safe, Ems. I won’t let him come near you.” Remus hugged her to him. She was confused by his words. “Hey, it’s okay. Listen, all of the students are in the Great Hall. I didn’t tell you three this, but maybe it would be better if you just went to your dormitory. I’ll walk you there and let Dumbledore and McGonagall know. Will you two stay with her tonight?” he asked the twins. They nodded and then set off for the Gryffindor Tower. Remus was holding up Emily on one side and George on the other.

It seemed like only seconds to Emily before they were standing outside of the Portrait Hole. Sir Cadogan was already there. He let Remus pass once he said the new password. They carried Emily to the couch and set her down.

“Remus?” Emily croaked. “Is he still here?” she asked him, looking directly into his green eyes.

“No. We didn’t expect him to linger long. You are safe. I promise. Nobody will ever lay a finger upon you, Ems, not while I’m here.”

“Not while I’m here either,” George vowed.

“Nor I,” agreed Fred.

Emily looked at her three best friends. She felt better, glad to know she had such great people watching her back, but in this instance, she felt like she didn’t need someone watching her back, but rather needed them standing beside her. She looked at Fred and George, tears brimming her eyes. “You aren’t mad at me for the Draco thing?” she asked them. They both shook their heads and she grinned at them. They smiled back.

“Will you be all right tonight?" Remus asked her. "I need to get back to Dumbledore.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine,” she nodded. She gave him another hug before he left and then bid him goodnight.

Emily looked at the twins. “I think I’m going to get ready for bed. See you in the morning?” she asked. They both nodded and then parted ways. Upstairs, Emily put on her green sweats and white T-shirt. She lay down on her bed, trying to fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Sirius Black’s mad gleam and terrifying appearance from the posters. She had sweat beads forming near her hairline. She sat bolt upright in her bed, looking around at the empty dormitory. Deciding she didn’t want to be alone, she made her way up to the boys’ dormitory.

*Tell me watchya think

PAMS PAMS PAMS this post was great!!!!!

haha, thanks More soon

I am so glad the truth is out now. And although Draco was sweet and kind to her, I still think he wasn't good for her. And they need to watch out, cause Draco is vendictive, and he did warn them. It's sad, cause Draco probably would have been so different if he had a different family. I also am glad you changed Emily's age. It is much more believable now, and it makes sense that she would hang around Fred and George. Everything's great, and you're doing a super job.

Thank you! Yeah, I've been pondering the age thing for a while now and decided it needed to be changed because of things that will happen in the future...

Time for a new post!

Emily knocked softly on their door and then peeked inside. George was sitting up in his bed while Fred was already snoring quietly.

“Hey, Ems. Is everything okay?” he whispered. She shook her head no. “Come on in. Don’t just stand in the doorway,” he grinned. She returned it, but then her smile faltered.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered. She moved away from the door, toward his bed. She saw the map on his bed. “Looking for anyone in particular?” she asked quietly.

“Maybe,” he replied. He glanced at her and then down again. “How come you couldn’t sleep?”

“Every time I close my eyes, I see him,” she whispered shaking her head as if to shake the memory of the man from the posters.

“I know, Malfoy isn’t exactly a beautiful landscape. Is he?” George joked, patting the seat beside him. George grabbed the map and folded it up, placing it on his nightstand. Emily hit him playfully in the arm and then sat right across from him.

“You know who I meant,” she replied.

“I know,” George grinned, “but I couldn’t help myself.”

“It doesn’t add up,” Emily stated. She placed a worn book on the bed. George hadn’t noticed it before.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously.

“I took it from Rems’ desk. I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I was looking for parchment, but I found this instead.” Emily turned the book so George could see the spine. It had an SB etched in the side.

“What is it exactly? SB? As in Sirius Black, SB?” George asked.

“The one and only,” Emily replied. “I’ve read most of it. I mainly skipped the middle. The end, it just doesn’t match up. He just doesn’t seem like a murderer.”

“Can I read some?” he asked her. She nodded and handed him the book. He opened the book, careful to not damage the binding anymore.


“1Sept.
I got sorted into Gryffindor! The hat told me my family could use some change. Boy am I glad! I met this guy named James on the train. He’s in my house too and he seems really sarcastic and funny. Just my type. I think we’re gonna end up great friends. Another guy, Remus, is also in our house. He’s pretty quiet, but witty too. I have a feeling Hogwarts is gonna be a blast...”

George stopped reading aloud and looked up.

“Not really the Dark Arts type, huh?” Emily asked him. George squinted, thinking. He turned towards the back of the book and started to read again.


“31Oct.
Just got back from Lily and James’. It was too much for me, I’m just not responsible enough. I’m afraid I might slip and mess everything up. James is my best friend; I can’t afford to slip. I told them they should switch to Pete. It’s the right choice, right? Amelia keeps telling me everything will be okay, but something still doesn’t feel right. I told Pete I’d check on him tonight, you know, being his first night and all. He still hasn’t responded. I have to go feed Ems, so I’ll write later. Everything will be okay, hopefully.”

When George looked up, Emily was wiping away her tears. He closed the journal and put it down between them.

“He was going to feed me,” Emily whispered. “It was probably the last time we were together.” Emily glanced at George and gave him a half smile.

“Ems,” George whispered back, holding out his arms. She sat up on her knees and fell into his chest. “He really did love you, Ems, and though it wasn’t written in that passage, it was between the lines.” George squeezed her shoulders.

“Read this,” Emily whispered, grabbing the book. She turned towards the back; the page was marked and it had tearstains splattered on it.

“How many times?” George asked.

Emily chuckled slightly. He knew her all too well. “I lost count after five,” Emily whispered. George sighed, taking the book from her hands.


“4 March 1979
She’s beautiful. There are no words that can describe this little baby girl in my arms right now. She has my curls, or at least that’s what Amelia thinks. I think her hair will end up curlier than mine, but we’ll see. We named her after everyone we love except Flower’s name didn’t really fit. Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black, that’s what we named her. She’s perfect, every part of her. I know her heart will be perfect, too. I was nervous about being a dad, but Amelia and James knew I was ready, so did Remus. He has so much faith in me. I was so nervous; I just don’t want her to hate me. I want to be good, for her. When I saw her, my heart melted. She means the world to me. Remus and James adore her. Lily has already decided that her and unborn Harry will be the best of friends. We couldn’t decide between godfathers, so we picked two. Lily will be Emily’s godmother and Remus and James are her godfathers. I think it’s perfect. If she needs serious advice, she can go to Remus, but if she needs mischief advice, it’s all James. We thought it would be brilliant. I love Pete and all, but he gives Amelia the creeps and she doesn’t want him around Emily all too much. Emily’s starting to wake up, I have to go.”

Emily placed her hand on the stained page, tracing the quill marks with her fingertips. George let a tear escape before lightly touching her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Ems,” he whispered.

“He loved me. Why did he have to leave me?” she asked, sobbing into his chest.

“He left to protect those he loved.” George soothingly rubbed her back, trying to calm her down. “Do you think he betrayed Harry’s parents?” he asked her.

Emily shook her head quickly. “I don’t think he did. Do you?”

“After that, I doubt it. What are you gonna do?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, wiping away her tears. “I thought I might show it to Dumbledore. Will you do it with me?” she asked him quietly.

George nodded, his head resting on top of hers. “I’ll always be there for you, Emily.”

“Thanks, Georgie.” Emily closed the book and brought it up to her chest. She hugged it tightly to her heart, promising herself that she would do anything to help her father, because deep down she knew he was innocent.

Emily and George lay on his bed and talked for a while. Eventually, they both drifted off into sleep.

*Alrighty, I think I got the date of her birth right. She's a year older than Harry and I googled his birth date and it said 1980, so.... Let me know what you think please

It's great Emily. You've fixed everything just fine. The story line is solid and you make me want to keep reading. Awe, he was watching for her wasn't he? Very sweet. Cute line to lighten her anxiety. Great post Emily. I'll be watching for your next post.

Awe, thanks!
Yes... and No... He was also looking for another Black...
Thanks, I loved writing that line. And I will be looking forward to your next comment...

Emily this post is sooooo good i cried at the diary entry it was sooo good PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!

Thank you. I didn't mean to make you cry though... Sorry 'bout that. More soon guys, I promise.

Dont worry about it it was sooo cute(for me crying is a good thing haha think of it as a complament:L)

haha, alrighty Well, thank you for the compliment

Here's the next post I promised...

It had been a week since Sirius Black had attacked the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was getting on every Gryffindor’s last nerve. The rumors about how Sirius had broken in were completely insane and far-fetched. Emily felt bad for Harry though; every teacher was tailing him, coming up with ways to walk with him.

Draco ignored Emily at all costs, but he did send her one last letter begging her to come back to him. It brought a tear to her eye, but her answer still remained a no. Whenever they ran into each other and Pansy would start to insult her, Draco would just say “Come on,” and walk away.

Emily kept the journal, waiting for the opportune moment to talk to Remus about it and ask him why he never showed it to her. She didn’t want to show it to Dumbledore until Remus knew she had it. She didn’t want to go behind his back with it. She asked George how she should bring it up, but he didn’t give her a straight answer, so he wasn’t any help. Then, there was Harry. She still hadn’t told him that Sirius was her father. She thought he deserved the truth, but didn’t know how to go about telling it. She was nervous about him deciding to not talk to her.

The Quidditch season was fast approaching and Emily was happy that she’d have something to take her mind off things. The first match was supposed to be against Slytherin, but they pulled out, declaring that Draco’s arm was still hurt. She wondered why he was faking again and just assumed he wasn’t in the right mindset from the break up. She felt bad for him, but the relationship was a two way street and she wasn’t truly happy anymore. Now, their first match was against Hufflepuff.

Two nights before the match was the full moon. Emily spent the night in Remus’ office, under the usual protection Dumbledore provided. He felt quite ill the next day and couldn’t teach. Snape took over class and, of course, it was dreadful. All in all, Snape took away twenty points from Gryffindor and Ron got a detention.

Emily, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny made their way down to the Quidditch pitch after breakfast the next morning. It was raining badly and they were trying to hold up the umbrella. Emily was decked out in her red and gold, supporting her house team and best friends.

“I’m going to go wish George and Fred good luck. Save me a seat?” Emily asked the others. They nodded and Emily made her way down to the changing rooms. She pulled her hood farther over her hair and shivered. Once she arrived, she knocked on the door quietly. Fred let her in, signaling for her to be quiet. Oliver was pacing, opening and closing his mouth, trying to speak. George noticed her and grinned. He walked over and gave her a hug.

“Good luck,” she whispered in his ear.

“Thanks,” he whispered back.

“You too,” she nodded at Fred, giving him a hug too. He grinned and then winked at her. She stifled a giggle, not wanting to upset Oliver.

“I guess I’d better go find the others,” she whispered. She waved at them and said goodbye. She waved at the rest of the team behind Oliver’s back and gave them a thumb’s up.

She made her way back into the sleeting rain in the general direction of the Gryffindor section. She saw a couple of red heads and headed for them.

“How are they?” Ginny asked.

“Well, Oliver is having a mental block, not being able to speak. He’s a bit nervous, but everyone else seemed fine,” she shrugged.

“And how was George?” she asked with a grin.

“George and Fred are just fine. They were completely at ease, but this is Fred and George we’re talking about. They’re always at ease. And why are you still grinning like that?” she asked suddenly. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and was suddenly happy for the cold rain.

“No reason at all, Ems,” she replied stifling a giggle.

“How’s Harry?” Emily asked with a mischievous smile. Ginny stuttered and Emily could tell she was blushing slightly. Her ears were blood red.

“Touché,” she whispered. She turned her attention back to the field as the players started arriving.

As soon as the players walked out of the changing rooms, the Gryffindor section erupted in applause and screaming. The thunder hit hard, but it didn’t phase the crowd. The Hufflepuffs were also coming onto the field, causing the rest of their house to cheer. The Slytherins booed everybody, especially the Gryffindors. Emily and the others watched as Wood and Diggory shook hands. She couldn’t help but think about how handsome both captains were. Though she couldn’t hear the whistle, Emily assumed Madam Hooch blew it since the players were off. It was complete chaos on the field. The players couldn’t tell where they were going because of the wind, rain, and darkness.

Emily and the others tried looking for Harry, but kept losing him amongst the crowd. Emily scanned the crimson robes and spotted some damp red hair. She couldn’t tell which twin it was through the storm but kept her eyes on him all the same. She watched as her house team scored goal after goal. She was amazed they could tell where they were going. They were up by fifty when lightning struck and Madam Hooch blew her whistle. Emily turned around to ask the others what they thought might happen, but Hermione was nowhere to be found.

“Where’d Hermione go?” she asked Ginny.

“I think she went to see the team. She was mumbling about some spell that could help them,” Ginny replied.

Emily shrugged her shoulders and watched as the team huddled near the edge of the field. Emily squinted and saw Hermione’s damp, bushy hair under the umbrella with her wand out.

The team went back into the game and Hermione returned to her seat.

“I’ve charmed Harry’s glasses so they repel water,” she declared.

“Great thinking, Hermione, you’re brilliant,” Emily grinned. Hermione returned her grin and they watched the game unfold.

The thunder and lightning wasn’t letting up and everyone knew that Harry needed to hurry to get the snitch. Emily watched as Cedric flew up the field. He had seen the Snitch. Emily looked around and saw Harry just staring at the crowd.

“Come on, Harry! The Snitch, the Snitch!” she yelled, pointing towards Cedric. It was no use. He obviously wouldn’t be able to hear her, but she didn’t care. She kept yelling and screaming. She finally saw Wood yell at him and then Harry pelted toward Cedric and the Snitch on his Nimbus 2000. Emily turned her head toward the sky and nudged Hermione in the side.

“Ouch, what was that for?” Hermione asked angrily. She looked over at Emily, but Emily was silent. She was looking up at the sky. Hermione followed her gaze. Ginny and Ron, watching the both of them, followed Hermione’s attention with looks of horror on their faces. The Dementors were gliding toward Harry from beneath him. He was looking down at the hooded creatures. It looked as if he was frozen, and then he fainted. He fell from his broom toward the Quidditch pitch. His broom, Emily saw, headed off in another direction. Emily, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were already making their way through the crowd. Emily made sure to keep one eye on Harry’s falling figure, hoping against hope that someone stopped him from hitting the ground. She finally saw his body start to slow and then softly hit the ground. She sighed with relief and watched as Dumbledore sent off the Dementors. As they reached the rest of the Gryffindor team, Harry was already being hovered toward the infirmary. Emily spotted Fred and George and made her way toward them. She smiled half-heartedly and they returned their own faltering smiles. It was all settling in that they had lost the match. They were upset, but knew it wasn’t Harry’s fault. Emily walked in between the twins and grabbed their hands. She squeezed them gently, letting them know that the loss wasn’t the end of the world. George returned her squeeze and glanced over at her.

“I hope he’s all right,” Emily whispered to him. George nodded and they both looked back at Harry’s figure. Emily shivered and George put his arm around her, hoping to warm her up. Fred squeezed her hand gently. They slowly made their way back to the castle.

***
“Lucky the ground was so soft,” whispered Katie.

“I thought he was dead for sure,” whispered Angelina back.

“But he didn’t even break his glasses,” said Alicia.

“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” stated Katie.

Emily looked around at the Gryffindor team and Hermione and Ron. She was standing close to George, keeping quiet. Suddenly, Harry’s eyes snapped open.

“Harry!” exclaimed Fred. “How’re you feeling?”

Harry sat there for a moment, lost in thought. “What happened?” he asked nobody in particular. Harry sat up, while everyone in the room gasped at him.

“You fell off,” stated Fred. “Must’ve been—what—fifty feet?”

“We thought you’d died,” stated a shaking Alicia.

Hermione, who had been crying previously, made a small, squeaking noise. Emily glanced at her and then back at Harry. She knew he could care less about being in this hospital bed right now. All he cared about was the match and she knew he was going to take it badly when he found out that Cedric caught the Snitch.

“But the match,” said Harry. “What happened? Are we doing a replay?”

It was silent throughout the infirmary. Everyone saw the truth dawn on Harry and sink in.

“We didn’t—lose?”

“Diggory got the Snitch, just after you fell. He didn’t realize what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and square...even Wood admits it,” explained George.

“Where is Wood?” asked Harry. Emily could tell he was upset, that he blamed himself for their loss.

“Still in the showers. We think he’s trying to drown himself,” spoke up Fred.

Emily watched as Harry put his face in his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred shook Harry’s shoulder slightly.

“C’mon, Harry, you’ve never missed the Snitch before,” said Fred soothingly.

“There had to be one time you didn’t get it,” continued George.

“It’s not over yet,” stated Fred. “We lost by a hundred points, right? So if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin...”

“Hufflepuff’ll have to lose by at least two hundred points,” continued George.

“But if they beat Ravenclaw...”

“No way, Ravenclaw is too good. But if Slytherin loses against Hufflepuff...”

“It all depends on the points—a margin of a hundred either way—” stated Fred determinedly.

Ten minutes later, Madame Pomfrey came out and told everyone to leave. George, Emily, and the rest of the team left as Fred told Harry they’d come see him later. Hermione waved at Emily as she and Ron stayed behind to talk to Harry.

“I...I need to go talk to Remus. I’ll see you later,” Emily said to Fred and George. They looked at her quizzically, but she just shook her head.

Emily made her way down the empty corridors, feeling sad about how crushed Harry had felt. She thought about the game and the Dementors that had started swarming towards him. She shivered as she watched, in her mind, the Dementors glide across the sky. She hugged herself closely, feeling cold quite suddenly. As she reached Remus’s office, she took a big breath and readied herself for the conversation they were about to have. She knocked on the door softly and then stepped inside.

“Remus? Can I ask you a favor?” she asked apprehensively.

“Emily! Of course, what is it? Ask me anything,” Remus said.

“I was wondering if, maybe, you could teach me that spell again. You know, the one to ward off Dementors.” Emily looked straight into his eyes, making sure he knew she was absolutely serious.

“Emily, I don’t know if—”

“C’mon, Remus! I know that I failed at it last time, but I’ll work harder. Seeing Harry fall off his broom like that, something just snapped in me. I’m going to need to learn it eventually. Besides, who’s a better teacher to do it? Exactly! Nobody is. Please,” she begged him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her.

“Absolutely, one hundred percent, positively sure.” Emily pushed her lip out and gave him the puppy dog look.

“Oh, all right. Fine, I’ll teach you the spell again. When would you like to start?” he asked.

“How about tomorrow? It’s the weekend, so I don’t have any classes,” she replied happily.

“Tomorrow it is.”


*So, the quotes between the Gryffindor team in the Hospital Wing are all JK Rowling's... Whatchya think?

I think it's super, Emily! You deliver your story very well, and I love reading it. The love and respect Emily has for Remus now, more so than before is touching. Thank you for putting that in. Great post Emily, I'll be watching for your next post.

Well thank you! I enjoy writing it
You're welcome. You're too sweet; I love reading all of your comments.
New post soon

You Know I always get sad when I come to the end of a post I dont want it to end!

This post was soooooooo goood PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!

Haha, atleast it's not the end of the story...
Thank you, more soon!

Here's the new post

Emily skipped off to the common room, thinking about tomorrow’s lesson. She told the Fat Lady the password and found Fred and George in a corner. Walking over to them, she saw that they were discussing something. Fred caught sight of Emily and nudged George in the arm. He turned around, saw her, and straightened up. Emily furrowed her brow in confusion.

“What’s up?” she asked them.

“Nothing,” replied George.

“Nothing at all,” Fred agreed.

“So, have you told Remus, then?” George asked.

“Told him what?”

“You know... The journal,” George dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Oh, nope, sure haven’t. What made you think I had?” she asked back.

“Well, you went to see him today and you looked all serious and everything...I just thought you were going to tell him,” George explained.

“Oh, no. That was for an entirely different reason. So, what did I interrupt?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” George responded.

“What are you two hiding?” she asked suspiciously.

“You’re delusional,” Fred grinned, throwing back her words. Emily grinned back, but didn’t forget about the subject of their conversation.

“So, how come you won’t tell me?” she asked.

“We were just talking about the joke shop again. You know, brainstorming on how we’re gonna pay for it and what not,” replied George.

“Don’t worry, you’ll find a way,” Emily smiled reassuringly. Fred and George smiled back. “You ready to go down to dinner?”

“Yep,” said Fred.

“Uh huh,” agreed George.

The three made their way down to the Great Hall, Lee joining them. They all sat down nearly half way down the Gryffindor table. Emily glanced over at the Slytherin table and saw Draco staring at her. She blushed and looked down at the table. George had followed her gaze and then glanced at her.

“Hey, you’re better off without him, Ems. Trust me,” George whispered in her ear. She just nodded and continued looking at the table. Dumbledore stood up and said a few words. He waved his hands and the food appeared. Emily dug into the food, happy to have an excuse for not speaking. Emily ate and ate and ate, until she was too full to eat anymore. When she finished, she looked up to see Fred, George, and Lee staring at her.

“What?” she asked them.

“Er... Emily, what are Fred and I secretly planning to do when we finish school?” George asked.

Emily gave them a weird look before replying, “Start a joke shop. Why?”

“And, what did we walk in on you and a certain someone doing that one night?” Fred asked, ignoring her question.

“Snogging. Exactly why are you guys quizzing me?” she asked them, blushing slightly.

“And, er...what is my favorite color?” asked George.

“Blue. Now will someone please tell me what’s going on.” She was starting to get frustrated with her unanswered questions.

“Well, Emily, I believe they’re testing you to make sure it’s really you,” replied Lee. “I mean, you could be Ron using Polyjuice Potion for all you’ve eaten.”

“Maybe I was just hungry,” stated Emily defensively.

“Maybe you shouldn’t skip lunch,” accused George.

“Yes, thank you, mother. I’ll try taking your advice next time,” said Emily sarcastically. Fred and Lee chuckled at their bickering.

“Yes, honey, mother does know best,” George grinned. Emily grinned back and shoved him slightly.

“So, what’s on the agenda tomorrow guys?” Fred asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe some flying or Hogsmeade or something,” replied George.

“I can’t really do anything tomorrow guys; I made plans with Remus,” said Emily. Emily looked at George, who had a frown on his face. As soon as he saw her looking, he replaced it with a smile.

“That’s cool, maybe we’ll save Hogsmeade for when you can grace us with your presence,” said George, smiling.

“You could always do your homework, you know. I know you haven’t finished,” accused Emily.

“Er...that would be hard to do if you’re not there to give us the answers,” answered Fred. Emily laughed at his serious face.

“I think you can handle it one time without me,” she said. They nodded their heads, though she knew they didn’t believe her and were not going to do their homework tomorrow.

Emily, George, Fred, and Lee stayed in the common room after dinner talking about the joke shop and what not. Getting tired, they finally decided to part their ways and get some sleep.

Emily awoke the next morning from another nightmare of the man in the posters. Sighing, she rolled out of bed and put on some clothes. She walked downstairs to find Fred, George, and Lee waiting on her. She waved slightly.

“Mornin’ guys,” Emily said.

Good Morning!” exclaimed Fred. Emily questioned his sanity. He was way too chipper.

“How long have you guys been up?” she asked them.

“It’s ten o’clock, Ems. If you had been any later, we would have missed breakfast. But then again, you don’t mind missing meals, do you?” George smirked.

Emily smiled. “Whatever, let’s just go eat.” She started walking toward the portrait hole as they followed her.


*More soon

Ah Emily, this was a very nice post. I love how the guys are such good friends with Emily. They're really close, and George I think is thinking she's more special than Fred thinks.
This was so funny. I was picturing me sitting there with them, and all I could think of was she must be channeling Ron. This is so adorable, but now who is channeling Ron? Another great post Emily. I do hope she tells Remus about the journal though. I'll be watching for your next post.

Emily ! Great post as always PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!

I've always loved those kind of friendships You shall have to wait and see about Georgie's feelings, but not tooooo long
Hahaha, yeah, I was writing the scene and kept thinking "She is definitely about to pig out!"
Haha, that was fun to write. I think it's even funnier because the twins are still one year older than her yet she helps them with their homework all the time... I think they're a year older... Aren't they? I'll have to double check on that...
Thank you muy mucho! It won't be too much longer before she tells Remus about the journal; some stuff has to happen first though...

Thank you! More soon