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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.
Angelina is foul little bug that needs to be SQUISHED!
Sorry...
I just had to say it ILY
Abi... xox
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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
New post! This is the rest of chpater 5 And the end of year 3
Emily staggered out of the forest, in her human form, with Remus right behind her. It was the next morning and Emily didn’t get any sleep. Remus filled her in on everything that happened with Sirius and Emily put in her share. He was disappointed that she didn’t trust him enough to tell him about the journal and her secret meetings with her father. The two made their way to Remus’ office. Emily was worried about Sirius. She didn’t know what happened after Remus turned hairy. What if he got caught? What if the Dementors got him?
Emily wrestled with the thought of him getting a Dementor’s Kiss. The thought made her sick to her stomach. Remus went to his desk and searched the Marauder’s Map for any sign of Sirius Black.
“He’s not on here!” Remus shouted as his fist pounded the table. Emily didn’t wait around; she didn’t have a nice little chat with Remus or rest from the night’s events. She ran straight to the Headmaster’s office.
Emily shouted the password to Dumbledore’s office impatiently to the two warlocks. They went on about rudeness that she didn’t pay attention to as she ran past them and up the winding staircase. She knocked on the door, breathing heavily.
“Enter,” she heard a voice say.
Emily went through the door, staring at the man with bespectacled glasses. Emily noticed that he wasn’t at all surprised to see her and that he was quite enjoying himself.
“Professor, what’s happened to Sirius Black?” she asked quietly. He motioned for her to sit down and she did.
“Your father has escaped with the help of a few friends,” Dumbledore said quietly.
“He—he’s alive?” Emily asked in shock.
“Yes, as far as I am aware,” he said.
“So, he’s on the run now?”
“I imagine so,” he chuckled.
Emily breathed easily as she realized that he wasn’t dead and that his soul was still with him. “Good,” she said. “He is innocent, professor,” Emily whispered.
“I know,” Dumbledore said.
Emily looked up into the old wizard’s face. It looked like he was x-raying her. “Thanks, professor, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing. Sorry for the intrusion,” she said as she stood to leave.
“Just a moment longer, Miss Black,” Dumbledore said quietly. Emily glanced back at him, already at the door. She cocked her head to the side in confusion and then sat back down.
“Is something wrong, professor?”
“Nothing is wrong. I just want to say that you handled last night with Mr. Weasley quite well. He’s worried about you. I assume you haven’t gone to see him yet?” Emily shook her head. “Emily, if you hadn’t been there last night, I don’t think even Harry and Hermione would have made it out of the forest, so thank you,” Dumbledore said with a smile. Emily nodded, not saying anything.
“That is all,” he said. Dumbledore nodded once and Emily left to go look for another boy whom she needed to talk to.
Emily walked slowly up the stairs to Fred and George’s dormitory. She knocked on the door once before going in. Everybody was gone except for one. George’s curtains were closed, and she heard him move under his covers. Sighing, she opened the curtains a fraction. Emily slipped in, opening the curtains slightly around his four-poster. She prodded him with her hand gently. He refused to open his eyes.
“Stop being stubborn and talk to me,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe you never told me,” he whispered, is eyes still tightly shut. “I’m supposed to be your best friend, your—” George cut off abruptly, opening his eyes to look at her. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter,” he whispered as he turned his body to the side.
“George, you know there’s more to it than just not telling you. I couldn’t tell you. Remus didn’t want people to know.” Emily tried nudging him to look at her. “I’m glad you got back okay,” she whispered.
“Are you?” he asked in a mocking tone.
“How can you even ask me that? Don’t you know what you mean—that’s just—don’t ever question my—George,” she whispered. “You can close your eyes from the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart on the things you don’t want to feel.”
George scooted over to get more comfortable, but he still wouldn’t look at her. Emily took her chance and scooted beside him. She lay on her side, facing him. His eyes were tightly shut. He’s always so stubborn, she thought with a sigh. The small bed made for a close proximity. Their knees grazed each other, their heads almost touching.
“Georgie,” she whispered, touching his cheek with the back of her hand. His eyes, still closed, softened. His lips parted as he sighed at her touch.
“Ems,” he whispered. He opened his eyes slowly, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were of the sea. It wasn’t hard to get lost in them.
Emily stared deep into his soft brown eyes. Her stomach knotted and her heart swelled. Why did she have to miss out on that first chance? Instead of fighting and arguing, they could have been laughing and in love. George’s hand made its way to her cheek, her hair. He scooted closer to her, which wasn’t that far seeing as they were pretty close. Her hair ran through his fingers as he moved his hand to her spine. Her hand subconsciously moved to his waist. George made his move—his face was mere millimeters from hers when—
“George! I noticed you didn’t go to Hogsmeade and I wanted to—” Angelina faltered. She looked horror struck as she watched Emily roll over and off of his bed. George turned to face Angelina, a frown etched in his appearance.
“Emily, wait!” he said as she made for the door.
“I can’t, George. There will always be someone in the way, and maybe that’s a sign,” she said quietly. She continued through the door. Instead of going to collapse on her bed and cry her sorrows away, she instead decided to go see Remus and try to make him not be so hard on himself.
Emily walked down the hall and saw the back of Remus’ head. He had his entire luggage with him.
Cocking her head to the side in confusion, Emily sped up to catch him. “Rems, where are you going?” Emily asked, catching her breath.
“I’m leaving, Ems. Resigned first thing this morning,” he sighed.
“Why? Remus, honestly, everything is fine, and you know it won’t happen again.”
“Ems, I can’t take the chance. As I just finished telling Harry, Severus told everyone he could about my...condition and the parents won’t want, well they won’t want someone like me teaching their children. No arguments, Ems, I’m not in the best of mood.” Remus sighed
“Fine then, at least let me walk you out,” Emily said as she took the Grindylow tank from his hand. Remus smiled swiftly at her.
“I’d like that,” he said.
“Good because it’s happening whether you like it or not,” Emily laughed. Remus chuckled.
As the Hogwarts Express pulled in to King’s Cross Station, Emily made her way over to the Morgan’s with her trunk, her turtle cage, and Bluejeans. Mr. Morgan automatically took her trunk and her owl. Emily gave Mrs. Morgan a hug as she took Padfoot, her turtle from Emily. Emily took the smiling Allison from her hands.
“Hiya, cutie!” she said happily to the baby. “Did you miss me?” she asked in her baby voice. Allison giggled and started playing with Emily’s curls.
“Remus didn’t want to cause a field day with the parents, so he asked us to pick you up,” Mr. Morgan explained.
“I figured as much,” Emily sighed. “But that’s okay, isn’t it?” Emily asked the little girl in her arms with her baby voice. “Because I get to see you,” she said while tapping Allison’s nose with her forefinger. Allison giggled again and grabbed Emily’s finger.
“How was school?” Mrs. Morgan asked with a chuckle.
OMG! I loved it! But question....younare bringing this story into her other years right? I definetly hope so....it makes me angry that Emily and Georgie didn't kiss and stay together....so sad ); PAMS!
But question....younare bringing this story into her other years right? I definetly hope so....it makes me angry that Emily and Georgie didn't kiss and stay together....so sad ); PAMS!
Yes, it will go all the way through year 7 and what not
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Great post Emily!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Katie
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Wow great chapter !! I hate angelina :| PAMS PAMS PAMS
*complains* Emily!!! Why must you do this? =P I loved it, of course. And I guess in some distant, cruel universe, it had to happen... but still... George should have ran after her or something! =[ What, does he not care anymore? And why is Angelina still around? Didn't George tell her to get lost already?! Ha ha! I'm glad that this story isn't ending yet... but you better hurry with those posts, because I'm impatient for more! PAMS!! =D
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"Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone." - C.S. Lweis
And I guess in some distant, cruel universe, it had to happen... but still... George should have ran after her or something! =[ What, does he not care anymore? And why is Angelina still around? Didn't George tell her to get lost already?!
Hehehehe *Laughs evilly becuase she knows something the others don't*
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Ha ha! I'm glad that this story isn't ending yet... but you better hurry with those posts, because I'm impatient for more! PAMS!! =D
Haha, more soon. *Laughs again because she knows what the next post is*
Hello Emily! Hehehe No complaining from me. I loved it!
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Remus filled her in on everything that happened with Sirius and Emily put in her share.
Ahh, Now she tells him! I wonder though, had she told him earlier, like after she found out, would it have changed anything? Would the outcome have been any different? But, still she should have told him.
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“He’s not on here!”
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Emily noticed that he wasn’t at all surprised to see her and that he was quite enjoying himself.
I love Dumbledore! He's so adorable!
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“Stop being stubborn and talk to me,” she whispered.
Boys! Why do they even try?
And then, she uses her weapon, all girls are equipped with from birth:
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“Georgie,” she whispered, touching his cheek with the back of her hand. His eyes, still closed, softened. His lips parted as he sighed at her touch.
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“George! I noticed you didn’t go to Hogsmeade and I wanted to—” Angelina faltered. She looked horror struck as she watched Emily roll over and off of his bed. George turned to face Angelina, a frown etched in his appearance.
I honestly don't know what to think of this. They obviously hadn't made plans to go together, and she wasn't angry when she saw Emily there. I think she was shocked to see Emily there of course, but, maybe more embarrassed than anything that she walked in on them. I don't know, I just don't ... had they broken up, and she was ...I don't know, please post soon, so we can find out what's going on. This is the first time I didn't read the other comments, cause it's just so late. Maybe I should have so I could get an idea what everyone else thinks. I can guess though. Probably the same thing as the first thing in my mind. What's that cow doing there? I will read what all the others comment on though, cause I enjoy seeing what everyone else says.
Well, the school term started off dramatic, was dramtic throughout and ended the same way. Hope she has a wonderful holiday, she deserves a break! And Emily is wonderful with the Morgan's baby.
Super writing Emily. I'll be watching for your next post.
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Reason: Had to remove a smilie that didn't make sense.
Hello Emily! Hehehe No complaining from me. I loved it!
Hehe, Thank you, Connie
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Ahh, Now she tells him! I wonder though, had she told him earlier, like after she found out, would it have changed anything? Would the outcome have been any different?
Haha, yeah, I wondered the same thing. I liked how everything happened in the book though, so I decided not to change it.
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I love Dumbledore! He's so adorable!
Hehe, me too
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Boys! Why do they even try?
And then, she uses her weapon, all girls are equipped with from birth:
Haha, I know, right? They're idiots for trying
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I honestly don't know what to think of this. They obviously hadn't made plans to go together, and she wasn't angry when she saw Emily there. I think she was shocked to see Emily there of course, but, maybe more embarrassed than anything that she walked in on them. I don't know, I just don't ... had they broken up, and she was ...
Haha, yeah I know... But I can say that when Emily and George had that spat earlier, it had brought George and Angelina together a bit more... Remember the game where she watched them walk out together and what not? I think I mentioned it there. Angelina and George stayed friends somewhat and I guess she's being persistent and still wants George. Of course, George doesn't want that. But since Emily just "dumped him" in a way, Emily and George are keeping their distance from each other for the summer...
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I don't know, please post soon, so we can find out what's going on.
Hehe, unfortuantely, that was the end to year three and I plan on skipping the summer and most of year four to that one post.
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What's that cow doing there?
Being a pain in everyone's back side
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Super writing Emily. I'll be watching for your next post.
Thanks, Connie I'll post more in a bit, probably later on in the dayish, just to make y'all wait a bit longer
Ahh...
Why do you do this to us?
Lovely post though!
I WANT TO KILL ANGELINA!
They nearly kissed!
He should have chased her!
Hurry up and PAMS ILY
Abi... xox
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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
Okay, so this jumps to fourth year at the Yule Ball... I've decided that I'm only doing snippets from certain years. Like for the fourth year, it's going to be just this one post... If you have any questions about what's happened or what they've been up to, you're more than welcome to ask So, on to the post And I have a feeling you will all enjoy it quite much Enjoy!
CHAPTER SIX: Forever and Always
Summer drifted by quickly for Emily. She hung out with Hermione a few times. She spent the night with Ginny on occasion. Sirius dropped by from time to time, but would never linger long for fear of getting caught. Fred would come over and they would take walks and talk. The rest of the summer holiday zipped by in a flash and before she knew it, Emily wound right back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Even the school year seemed to pass quickly. And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, she was at the Yule Ball, accompanied by Fred Weasley. Emily was wearing a dark turquoise dress, which looked magnificent against her red hair and pale skin. The color brought out her eyes too. It was a ball gown style dress, fluffing out at the waist. The silver beading around her bust and waist was in a beautiful swirling pattern. It reminded her of wind, moving against her dress.
Fred and his date were standing off to the side of the Yule Ball by the punch bowl. “It’s now or never, Ems. Everyone is leaving, including you know who,” Fred said. Emily looked at him, quite aggravated.
“What do you want me to do? Run up there and make a fool of myself?” she asked angrily. They had had conversations over this topic almost every day. She knew that she was being stubborn about confronting George with her feelings, but she still wouldn’t change that. Over the summer, she thought about the day she told him that people kept coming in their way. It was a memory she dwelled on. If only she hadn’t been foolish and let Angelina win, then she would be George’s date, not Angelina.
“You won’t make a fool of yourself, Ems! You’re a genius at the guitar and your voice is amazing!” Fred put his hands on her shoulders. “I believe in you,” he whispered. Emily looked up into his eyes. He was her best friend, and she knew he wouldn’t tell her she could do this if she really couldn’t. She glanced around the room. Ron, Hermione, and Harry had left quite a while ago. There weren’t very many people left. Near the center, she saw Ginny and Neville dancing, and towards the door, George and Angelina were starting to leave.
Impulsively, acting on adrenaline and something else she couldn’t quite place, Emily ran toward the stage, picked up her guitar that Fred had summoned a while ago, and made for the microphone.
“Wait!” she yelled into it, staring at George. He clambered to a stop and stared at her. Angelina tugged on his arm, but he shook her off.
“I want to go,” she whispered into George’s ear. She glared at Emily.
“Then go, nobody’s stopping you,” he told her, not taking his eyes off of Emily.
Emily gulped. The band had stopped playing and every eye in the room was staring at her, except for Angelina, who was more like glaring at her.
“Truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back. I, er, heard these songs on the radio, and they made me think of a certain somebody. You know who you are,” Emily said shakily into the microphone.
Emily strummed the strings on her guitar to warm them up. She hadn’t played her guitar in over a year. And it wasn’t exactly like riding a bike. She looked up at Angelina, catching her eye, and then she grinned.
“I’m stupid
I’m useless
I can’t do anything right”
Emily looked up to find every eye. Fred winked at her and Ginny smiled reassuringly.
“According to you
I’m difficult
Hard to please
Forever changing my mind
I’m a mess in a dress
Can’t show up on time
Even if it would save my life
According to you
According to you”
Staring at Angelina, Emily grinned. Angelina narrowed her eyes and gave Emily a death glare. After all, this song was partially for Angelina. All those times that Emily held her tongue and didn’t respond to her insults were over. Emily was ready to speak her mind, and this song was helping her get her point across. Emily turned to look at George for the next verse. His body subconsciously moved closer to the stage. He was so close, yet so far.
“But according to him
I’m beautiful, incredible
He can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don’t feel like stopping it
So, baby, tell me what I got to lose
He’s in to me for everything I’m not
According to you”
George grinned at her, and she went as far as to wink at him. His smile widened, and the corner of her mouth turned up.
“According to you
I’m boring
I’m moody
You can’t take me any place
According to you
I suck at telling jokes ‘cause I always give it away
I’m the girl with the worst attention span
You’re the boy who puts up with it
According to you
According to you
But according to him
I’m beautiful, incredible
He can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don’t feel like stopping it
So, baby, tell me what I got to lose
He’s into me for everything I’m not
According to you
I need to feel appreciated
Like I’m not hated
Oh, no
Why can’t you see me through his eyes?
It’s too bad you’re making me decide
According to me
You’re stupid
You’re useless
You can’t do anything right
But according to him
I’m beautiful, incredible
He can’t get me out of his head
According to him
I’m funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted
Everything is opposite
I don’t feel like stopping it
Baby, tell me what I got to lose
He’s into me for everything I’m not
According to you
According to you
According to you
I’m stupid
I’m useless
I can’t do anything right”
Emily stopped strumming her guitar and looked up. Angelina looked furious, which was to be expected. Angelina knew that Emily was directing that one to her. Fred and Ginny wolf whistled while everyone clapped loudly. Emily smiled and then looked at George.
“This one is for you,” she whispered into the microphone. “Let the lyrics whisper to your heart.” Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her fingertips found the strings easily.
“This time, this place
Misused, mistakes
Too long, too late—
Who was I to make you wait?
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know
You know, you know”
Emily opened her eyes and stared at George. His eyes were on her and they were never leaving. She knew and so did he. They were soul mates, and from now on, they would be together Forever and Always.
“That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
And you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore”
George let one lone tear escape and then he started walking toward the side of the stage, where the steps are, never looking away from his Ems.
“On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you, I’d withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I’d give it all
I’d give for us
Give anything but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know
You know, you know—”
George walked slowly up the stairs towards Emily. Her eyes held fast to him as he drew steadily closer. He was getting closer and closer to her. But she never stopped singing their song.
“So far away
Been for away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know—”
But George was no longer far away. He was right there in her reach. She kept playing, her body completely facing him. Her head was tilted toward the microphone.
“I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being far away for far too long
So keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving you anymore
Believe it
Hold on to me, and never let me go
Keep breathing
Hold on to me, and never let me go”
Emily stepped away from the microphone and gently took her guitar off of her shoulder. She looked up at George, into his soft, brown eyes. He wasn’t going anywhere. He took a half step forward and cupped her cheek in his hand.
“You’ve been far away for far too long, Ems,” George whispered.
Emily sighed, closing her eyes at his touch. He gently wiped away her tears. “I’ve loved you all along,” she whispered, opening her eyes slowly. “Forever,” she said.
“And Always,” he finished. * “There are many combinations of words I could say, but I will tell you one thing—we’re better together,” George whispered.
Emily smiled. * “If taking my breath away were a sport, then, baby, you’d be undefeated,” Emily whispered, smiling widely. George grinned. “What’s meant to be will always find its way. I guess your brother was right after all,” Emily grinned.
“Did you have doubts?” Fred shouted from the dance floor. Fred and Ginny laughed loudly and others joined in. Emily and George didn’t take their eyes off of each other.
“What are you waiting for, Georgie? * Wash me in your love, soak me in your stare, and hang me up to dry in the warmth of your smile,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands clutched tightly to her waist, never wanting to let her go.
“Yeah, what are you waiting for?” Fred shouted.
“KISS HER!” Fred and Ginny yelled at the same time.
Emily giggled and George chuckled. “Well, if you insist,” George said. And so he did.
George kissed her as if he had never kissed her before. He kissed her as if their lives depended on it. And she kissed him back the exact same way. There was no pulling away, no leaving. They clung to each other, their bodies like puzzle pieces. They fit perfectly together. His silky lips caressed hers, and the feeling made every butterfly ever made erupt inside of her. Her stomach was doing somersaults. Her heart beat violently against her chest, and she felt the urgency of his lips.
All around them, those left at the dance were erupting into applause and yelling. But they didn’t break apart; they stayed right where they were supposed to be, in each other’s arms, together. George smiled against her lips, and she smiled back, but she refused to let his lips part from hers just yet. Her hand moved up his neck and knotted into his hair. Her other hand clung to his shirt, and it would take much force for them to pry it away from him now. George pushed the small of her back closer to him, making them even closer together.
He parted his lips from hers only long enough to murmur, “I love you.”
“Forever and Always,” she whispered. And then his lips were back on hers.
Emily's Prom Dress
*Hehe, you guys finally win According to You is by Orianthi and Far Away is by Nickelback. Every place where there is an * before a sentence is a quote from Bumper Stickers on Facebook. The quote "The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back" is said by Reese Witherspoon in the movie Sweet Home Alabama. Oh, and I know that the whole "Forever and Always" thing is on mine and Abi's story for Emily and Draco, but I had it down for Emily and George first, and then it just kind of meshed well with Abi's, so I'm using it for both
OMG OMG OMG OGMG OMG AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think i screamed with hapynessss at the end :| this is like the best chapter EVER !!!!!!!! haha Angelina no one likes you Im sooooo happy !!!!!! PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!!
Hello Emily, and thank you for another great post. I tried all afternoon and evening to get on to comment on your post. I had read it earlier in the day, but didn't get to comment. Not wanting to let you think I've alienated you, I stayed up till after 1:00 this morning, and SS was up. I spent 40 mins. doing up a comment worthy of your post, prviewed it, and seeing everything was going smoothly, submitted my comment only to find SS was still having problems and my comment didn't post. Congratulations to Lauren ^ for being able to get her comment posted just 15 min. after I attempted to post mine. I don't have the time or the heart to redo all of my original comment, but here's a bit for your hard work deserving a much better comment than this.
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If you have any questions about what's happened or what they've been up to, you're more than welcome to ask
I think what you've done with your time progressive story is great. We get the feeling that Emily has spent a summer and a lot of the next school term without drama to speak of and is a healthy young woman dealing with life as she lives it.
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Over the summer, she thought about the day she told him that people kept coming in their way. It was a memory she dwelled on.
Alas, if only we could see where we've been before we are there we could do things differently. But, we can't so Emily, just live for the moment think before you react, and go do what Fred said.
Great post Emily, and I'll be waiting for your next.
That's all I really have to say on the matter... other than it was my absolute favorite post so far!!!!
Awe, well thanks, Kit
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Hello Emily, and thank you for another great post.
Thank you, Connie and you're welcome
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I tried all afternoon and evening to get on to comment on your post. I had read it earlier in the day, but didn't get to comment. Not wanting to let you think I've alienated you, I stayed up till after 1:00 this morning, and SS was up. I spent 40 mins. doing up a comment worthy of your post, prviewed it, and seeing everything was going smoothly, submitted my comment only to find SS was still having problems and my comment didn't post.
Oh no! I hate when that happens! I stayed up late last night hoping it would be back up to, but ended up going to sleep.
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Congratulations to Lauren ^ for being able to get her comment posted just 15 min. after I attempted to post mine. I don't have the time or the heart to redo all of my original comment, but here's a bit for your hard work deserving a much better comment than this.
I understand I wouldn't redo it either And any comment is more than enough
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I think what you've done with your time progressive story is great. We get the feeling that Emily has spent a summer and a lot of the next school term without drama to speak of and is a healthy young woman dealing with life as she lives it.
Thanks, Connie I tried summing it up without making it too choppy. And yes, she did spend much of the time without drama, thankfully
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Alas, if only we could see where we've been before we are there we could do things differently. But, we can't so Emily, just live for the moment think before you react, and go do what Fred said.
Haha, if only we could see the future. And you should ALWAYS listen to Fred
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Great post Emily, and I'll be waiting for your next.
Sorry...
Tiny bit carried away...
I love it though...
And I started laughing my head of when I saw Forever and Always written down!
What's next? The end of the last task?
PAMS ILY
Abi... xox
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