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This is the second book of a series! So if you haven't read the first book 'Emilia lupin first year' you'll be very lost. So check it out because it's great!

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Emilia Jade Lupin was an interesting girl. Her wavy sandy brown hair was a little over shoulder length and complemented her sun tanned skin nicely. The girls nicely rounded chin and defined cheekbones gave her an older appearance. Long faded white scars ran down the length of her face, so faint you could easily miss them. Her lips were a glossy purple from a new muggle product she got, and her thick eyelashes were more defined than before with a touch of mascara. The preteen, while only twelve, was already looking like a beautiful young women. Yet she acted anything but mature! Yes, Emilia was still very much a twelve year old.

A whole new year older, the very thought of it sent a tingle of excitement down her spine! The young girl's birthday had already come and gone, leaving Emilia with no shortage of gifts and sweets. A pile of chocolate frogs from Ammon, a book on quidditch tricks from hannah and michael (they said the gift was from the both of them), and the muggle lipgloss and mascara from Dominique. But the best present was from Moony. Emilia walked over to her worn down dresser and opened a small and dusty green box. The box was patterned as if it was made of dragon scales, but the material was patterned velvet. The box was so small it fit in Emilia palm. The girl opened it with utmost care and pulled out a silver necklace.

The chain was small and old, but sparkled as if it was brand new. The way the necklace chain shimmered in the light amazed the young girl. The charm was the best part however, the shape of a crescent moon with a lace design in the middle. The charm matched the chains silvery color and was absolutely lovely. Even though the moon symbol was neat, with her being a werewolf, there was an even better reason behind it's glory. Emilia's mother, Ella, had once owned this necklace. Ella lupin bought the necklace once she and started dating Remus. Ella wore it every day, including the day she died. Emilia now held the necklace in her shaky palm. With absolute adoring care, she put on the beautiful shimmering jewelry piece. And that very second, at only twelve years old, Emilia vowed silently to herself that she would never take this necklace off. Day and night, this piece of memory shall stay on her person, no matter what.

The sun shone through her dusty sky blue curtains, lighting up the small bedroom. Emilia's bedroom was one only three, technically only two. Her and her Fathers were the only two official bedrooms, but long ago they had put some spells on a broom closet to make it the size of a bedroom. That room they now referred to as the 'guest bedroom'.

The sun's rays danced along her dusty and chipped floorboards and onto her light sky blue walls. Several ominous looking cracks ran down the length of the walls and matched the large crack in the window panes. Simple white dresser and nightstand stood casually against the walls, their cabinets stuffed and handles falling off. Various chips in the paint were evidence of the many years of use these furnishings endured. A small desk lamp stood on her nightstand, showing off Emilia's three year old habits of doodling with green marker all over the room. Green broomsticks and bats littered her bed posts, cats and cauldrons lined the bottom of her walls, and a few wands and snitches were drawn on her light oak closet doors. Opposite of the closet was the bed, ugly pastel orange comforter in all it's glory could be seen from anywhere in the room. A small but incredibly fluffy white pillow sat haughtily at the head of her bed.

Looking out the window Emilia decided today was the perfect day to try out some quidditch tricks. The book received from Michael and Hannah had definitely not gone unused. It's pages already worn out from Emilia's intense study of stands, tricks, and dives. This next quidditch season would be an exciting one for the audience, Emilia was sure of it. But before she could master most of these tricks, she had to master standing while flying (a trick not well favored by Moony).

The preteen dashed from her room, sandy brown curls waving behind her as she practically flew down the stairs. With a shout of "I'll be outside!" and a swipe for her broom, she was headed outside to practice over the lake.

Emilia easily hopped onto one of the tallest grey boulders of the shore. The hefty rock was her favorite lookout point in the whole woods. She could easily see the glistening water, it's waves sparkling in the sun, the tall pines surrounding the lake and the house, the sandy shore with its golden terrain inviting to all the small turtles who occupied the lake, and the two cottages, very close to one another. Emilia's home was a light blue with white trimmings, a very cosy and old looking house that filled Emilia with joy to just look at. The other was a reddish brick color with brown trimmings. Looking more modern and well kept, but not giving off the homey cottage feel that it should. That house belonged to the Davenports.

The Davenports we a wealthy pureblood wizarding family. Two middle aged adults who would give any model a run for their money were the parents of the household. Their flowing blonde hair and beautiful blueish green eyes made them look like siblings. Their names were Giselle Ivory Davenport and Woodrow Ashby Davenport, both snobby sounding names in Emilia's not-so-humble opinion. Of course the attractive couple had two equally attracting children. The oldest, Bennett Davenport, and the one Emilia was most familiar with, Felicity Davenport. The girl with angelic looks, her dazzling blonde hair flowing in waven down her wonderfully shaped torso, her baby soft skin, her blue-green eyes that looked like the lake, beautifully chiseled chin and cheekbones… the girl was a goddess. Yet her personality was anything BUT god-like.

Felicity Genevieve Davenport. The girl of jealousy, gossip, and all around unpleasantness. She could persuade any adult with a bat of her eye, lie straight to the face of many without a tone of pure innocence, and verbally bully with no repercussions. This girl was definitely something to watch out for.

And speak of the devil, Emilia let out a loud groan as the saw the very girl strutting haughtily towards her. A pretty pink jumpsuit, perfect for flying, and a new nimbus two thousand and one in hand. Emilia pretended to not notice her and clutched her broom tighter.

"Hello Lunatic!" an all to cheery voice wafted her way. Emilia rolled her eyes and turned towards the girl. "Oh, were you addressing me?" she smiled politely, mirroring the very image of childish innocence. Felicity paid no attention.

"Or should i call you lunar-tic? Luner? Get it? The full moon?" Felicity giggled a bit and looked at Emilia. "I'm actually going to call you that now- or maybe just 'Luner'."

"That's great felicity. If you don't mind, i'm going to practice some quidditch tricks." Emilia got up off the rock and mounted her broom.

"Trying out for the quidditch team this next school year?" Felicity quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "I wouldn't even try if i were you. You've got now skill." the blonde mounted her broom and flew into the air next to Emilia. "And besides, I don't think they allow halfbreeds anywhere near the quidditch pitch. Much less the quidditch team."

Emilia's fists gripped her broom so hard her knuckles turned white. She took and calming breath and looked at her enemy cooly. "I'm already on the team. Gryffindor chaser."

Felicity looked taken back. She blinked twice, the quickly recovered. "Well it is hogwarts after all. That wimpy school allows anything as long as the money keeps flowing in." Emilia hid her smirk as Felicity said this. Now she was just insulting the school in an act of desperation.

"You don't like hogwarts?" Emilia asked, genuinely curious.

"Merlin's beard, no of course not. The only school I like is Beauxbatons. But I won't be going there anymore." she said matter of factly.

Emilia rolled her eyes and flew higher. "That's nice. I'm gonna practice now, if that's ok with you." it wasn't really a question, but a statement.

"Of course! Don't let little ol' me stop you. I'll be practicing too. I need to be in proper shape for the quidditch try outs next school year."

But Emilia was too far off to hear anything. The young girl flew high up into the sky to survey the area. The cool fresh breeze swept her hair around her shoulders and blew against her face, filling her with joy and determination. Providing focus for her warm up. She needed to practice standing up. She'd done it before and she can do it again! Deep breaths. In out in out in out… calm focused energy flowed through her veins, allowing her to zero in on her next task. All that mattered was this. Nothing else existed. With a firm resolve to get this move right, the brunette took off, speeding down at high speeds towards the lake. The clear blue body of water was getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger- she pulled out of the spectacular dive and evened out, her feet just barely above the water. With the willpower of a professional player, she steadied herself and started climbing up. First onto her knees, then her feet, letting go of the handle and straightening up. She held her arms out for balance and looked around.

She sped along the middle of the lake, standing on the handle with her arms out. Joy and bliss from her accomplishment surged through her. Emilia let out a loud 'Whoop!'.

'ZOOM' a sudden gust of air sped past her, so close she was able to make out it's blur. The force of the air knocked her off balance and back into a kneeling position. Emilia sat back onto her broom and pulled up into the air.

The sound of malicious laughing made her look around. And then she saw her. Felicity sat on her broom, nearly falling off with mocking laughter, guffawing like a rabid baboon. Emilia scowled darkly. "What was that for!?" she shouted up at the blonde.

"Your face!- that was hilarious! You should fall off your broom next time!" Felicity cackled and started speeding off around the lake.

Emilia scowled and flew towards the water. Once her broom was just barely skimming the waves, the brunette slowly came to a standing position. Just as Emilia let out a triumphant sigh, she felt a forceful shove followed by an almighty 'woosh' of air.

Before the teen even had time to react she was plunged into chilly but somewhat pleasant water. Fresh water engulfed the girl and she struggled to recover from the initial shock. Finally she came to the surface, her feet easily touching the soft sand below. Fortunately she wasn't flying over the deeper end of the lake.

As she surfaced she could hear the peeling laughter of Felicity. The girls sat on her broom, her feet dipping into the water right next to Emilia's head.

"Your face! That was hilarious! Maybe you're not useless after all! You provide great entertainment! You should have seen-" Felicity was cut off by her own scream and a 'SPLASH'!

Now it was Emilia's turn to laugh. The blonde floated up next to her, coughing and spluttering like a fish. Emilia had pushed her of her broom in an act of entertaining revenge. Emilia was overcome with giggles while Felicity looked less than pleased.

"You blithering IDIOT! How dare you bully a pure blood SUPERIOR!?" Felicity screeched. Her light makeup was severely smudged, her clothes were dripping wet and sticking to her skin, and her once flawless hair was in a wet lump. "You stupid half breed!" the wailing continued but Emilia paid no attention. She grabbed her broom from in front of her and started trudging through the water towards the shore.

"I HATE YOU LUNER! REMEMBER THAT! I HATE YOU EMILIA LUPIN!"

'Dramatic much?' Emilia thought with a smirk. Barely holding back a screaming comeback herself, she managed to say casually over her shoulder, "love you too, Felicity Davenport."

The crescent moon shone brightly from high in the dark sky. The stars were sprinkled throughout the sky, shining like diamond dust, silvery shimmering and twinkling in such a rare beauty. Emilia Lupin lay under her soft sheets, comfortably closing her eyes and listening to the peaceful hushed silence of the house. The only noise was of crickets outside and Archimedes the owl's rustling as he slept downstairs.

A soft but irritating tapping broke her from her train of thought. She brunette sat up in bed and blearily rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A majestic white and grey owl with the biggest brown eyes sat of Emilia's windowsill. With a confused look at the owl she finally opened the window, letting the cool summer air into the room.

The owl chirped softly and dropped a crisp white piece of parchment onto Emilia's lap, no envelope or address. Puzzled, the young girl unfolded the paper.

Emilia,

Beautiful night, isn't it? Moon is dazzling as ever- but i guess you wouldn't see it that way, would you? You're scared of it or something right?

Ah well. What a shame the wizarding world allows you to keep living. If my father were the minister, he'd have gone out and killed all werewolves. Isn't the minister such an dim witted fool?

How is hogwarts? I've never been but i've seen pictures. I'm genuinely curious on your opinion of it. Granted, i won't dwell on your opinion to much- your a half breed after all- but any opinion is good at this point.

-Felicity

Ps. the owl's name is Cyra. she's cute, isn't she? New present from mum and dad! Isn't it nice, having parents with stable jobs?

The young girl scowled and crumpled the paper up. She layed back down and tried to ignore the letter. She could get to sleep if she tried hard enough, unlike SOME people.

An irritable peck on the shoulder made her look up and realize- the owl hadn't left. It jumped closer to her face and tried to nip at her nose.

"Dumb bird. Shoo! I'm trying to sleep!" but the owl wouldn't take no for an answer. A few minutes past of what looked like a cat fight between emilia and the owl. The girl would swat at at and the owl would jump away, trying to peck her before missing as Emilia dodged. Emilia threw her hands up in the air and growled.

"FINE! Just cut it out Cyra!" Emilia got out of her cozy warm blankets and traipsed across the cold wooden floors. Pulling out a few pieces of parchment.

Felicity,

Moons great. Cyra's a pest. Can i go to bed now? Because unlike SOME people, I can sleep.

-Emilia

Ps. Dad HAS a stable job!

Emilia considered crossing out the last part, Moony was currently unemployed. But she felt the need to defend him, so she decided just to keep it. After sending the annoying bird on it's way, she unfortunately got a response back.

You never answered my question about Hogwarts! Such a weird name i would expect it to be a weird school. Cyra is NOT a pest! She's beautiful and she's getting along wonderfully with my kitty, Princey. Have you met princey? He was my christmas present last year! He's a short haired cat with black feet and ears. The rest of him is white and he looks adorable in christmas sweaters!

-Felicity

Ps. oh yeah? What does your father do then?

-Felicity

Hogwarts is wonderful. Full of different students and different subjects. It's absolutely magical (pun intended) and i wouldn't trade going there for anything in the world. It looks like a giant castle and it's near a lake and a super dangerous forest (know about the forest from experience) there are secret passages, forbidden corridors, moving staircases, MUCH better than beauxbatons, i'm sure!

-Emilia

Ps. that's none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything about my family!

Emilia,

Excuse me? Beauxbatons is extraordinary architecture and elegance. Once you see the place you never want to leave. Sadly for me, i won't be going there next year. My stupid older brother, Bennett, got himself kicked out for…. Various reasons- and my parents don't want me to continue going there so i don't have to answer questions about him. He's such a disgrace!

-Felicity

Ps. he really doesn't have a job, does he? And i would call it a 'family' if it's only you and him!

Felicity,

I really don't care about your family issues. Hogwarts is amazing. Your cat sounds nice. I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

-Emilia

Ps. we ARE a family and he DOES have a job. It's just top secret and could give away the ministry's secrets if i told you.

She wrote the last line with a shrug. A little lie wouldn't hurt the situation any, right? Plus Felicity likely wouldn't believe it. With a final snap, she closed the window and fell back to a peaceful slumber.

The room was nearly pitch black, a black smoke filled the room, clinging to it's walls like a parasite. Three grey wax candles sat on an old wooden stand in the corner of the room, it's threatening flames the room's only source of light. The wax had melted onto the table and dripped slowly onto the floor, but the candles lived on yet. Thick grey paving stones were the ground, encasing the floor and walls like the interior of a dungeon. No windows let in light. Only the large wooden door, shut and locked, had an eerie yellow light creeping from underneath. The ceilings were so high no one could see the top through the suffocating darkness. hidden in the gloom was a balcony, accessible from the next story up, where people often watched the main event occur.

A soft shuffle, quiet as the grave came from across the room. A hooded figure crept around the room with practiced but eerie ease. The black shadow heard the shuffle and froze. Their entire body stiff and silent, but their eyes, dark as night, scanned the foreboding dungeon room. A sort of panicked yet serious and dangerous vibe was hanging heavily in the room- so thick you could cut it with a knife.

A scratch, so hushed it could have slipped past anyone's ear. But it spoke volumes for the cloaked figure. Slow and precise movements. Pale arms, with long cuts running down the length, still fresh and stained with crimson blood, reached up and pulled the hood down. Sleek white blonde hair and a square pale face, pitch black as tar eyes and a hellish look flashed through the complex orbs. The shredded and dusty black cloak hung from her shoulders, helping her blend in with the shadiness. Slowly, ever so slowly, a silver dagger, sleek as a scythe with beautiful gems lining the handle. A black cloth wrapped the girls bleeding knuckled and the weapons handle. With a malicious smile, Hannah steere spoke. "Far right corner." her voice but a whisper, but it cut the silence like a knife through butter.

A furious animal like growl pierced the room and suddenly another cloaked figure leaped from the darkness like a panther. The deep green cape billowed from behind the younger shadow that reminded hannah of a serpent.

A younger blonde, hair with such a platinum shine that seemed unearthly, feral black eyes, a wolfish snarl from her deep glowering frown. Black lipstick smeared with her bloody bottom lip. A gruesome bleeding cut on her neck matched several on her arms. And chest. Her ragged tunic and shredded cloak gave her a beastly demeanor. Fury wasn't the only thing flashing through her eyes however. The something hurting. Something raw and miserable, confused and betrayed, Hannah only ever saw the glimpses of it in this room. This room made people go mad. This room turned the loved into loveless, the same into maniacs, the happy into hopelessly depressed, the confident into lost, helpless beings as insanity took it's toll. Turning friends into foes and sisters into killers. Murderers were born in this room and anyone who came out would be destined to a life a misery and pain. Hannah and Madison Steere knew this from experience.

Fighting ensued. The two tumbled and pinned each other to the hard ground, bashing heads into stone, biting shoulders and trying desperately the dig their weapons into each others skin. The chaos was maddening. Life or death was the only thing that mattered. Kill or be killed was all they'd ever learned. Kill or be killed was what ran in their blood. Kill or be killed was a lesson learned from this dungeon. This hellish nightmare of a room. A prison that haunted Hannah's dreams every night as she dreaded her next visit. Where she would be tossed in and rejected. Forgotten from the world and forced to fight for her very life. No one would save her. No one would help her. There was no chance of teaming up, no hope, no nothing.

Fire like pain tore steadily through her neck, causing crimson blood to trail down her chest and stain her clothes. The two vaulted through the smoky air, doing a complex dance of sorts like fighters of olden days, each trying to anticipate the others next move. If they know the next move it would prove fatal to their opponent.

"How'd you know where i was?!"

"You make noise, your feet catch on the paving stones-"

"Enough nonsense! You cheated!"

"Now, sister, isn't the time for blanket accusations, just this fight."

Madison kicked through the air and Hannah nearly laughed in horrid relief. With a fluid motion, quick as a shot, she bent backwards to dodge, snatching her opponent's ankle on the way and twisting to knock madison off balance. The younger girl tried to launch herself upwards to make hannah stumble but the older barely wavered. Isn't it crazy what a human can do with enough adrenaline running through their veins? Fighting for their lives like an animal, trying desperately to keep living, injured or not because anything is better than death.

With adrenaline pumping through her veins lurching her forward with inhuman jerks she fought. She fought for her life because in this room it was kill or be killed. Fight or die. Crushing Madison under her full weight she held her crimson stained dagger to the younger woman's neck, making small and painful cuts as the girl spluttered- gasping for breaths that could very well be her last.

A Grisly laugh rang against the ungodly stone walls. It's grotesque voice scratchy and cruel as it howled in gruesome delight. "Yesss hannah…" the murmur was snake-like, ringing painfully in the ears of the two opponents. "Make the foul creature suffer… after all she's done to you…take your hate and use it as fuel for your torture. Make her last moments hell…" the voice taunted her, making her despise herself and all others, believing it and not at the same time.

"Please-" a cough from madison echoed from under her.

"You FOOL! Only a foolish cretin would plead for mercy! I WILL NOT HAVE MY OFFSPRING BEGGING LIKE A MUDBLOOD!" the feral growl made the ground quake in fear. Hannah crammed her eyes shut and focused on making a deep gash in her sister's forehead. "MAKE HER PAY! I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU NOT TO BEG YEARS AGO!"

Hannah silently prayed Madison would end this. They didn't have to kill each other, this was just a simple practice. The only thing on the line was pride- screw injury. Once you knew you couldn't physically carry on anymore than you could call it quits. But the looser paid dearly.

Slowly and brokenly the older sister moved her dagger to the scar that dragged across Madison's face. A battle scar from a death eater madison was forced to fight as punishment for losing a battle with hannah. Madison Steere was only seven years old and had come out of the fight nearly dead.

With painful detachment Hannah cut along the scar, breaking open the scarred flesh and causing a blood curdling scream to rip from madison's throat.

"I YIELD! I YIELD! STOP HANNAH!" the younger girl howled brokenly, somehow holding back sobs that threatened to take over.

The two scrambled to stand and face their father, the man who occupied the viewing booth above. Standing at attention, showing no emotion and trying to ignore the searing pain coursing through their bodies.

After a long stretch of silence the man spoke. "As usual the older is the champion. My first born scum takes the victory for the fifth time in a row." his shadowy form loomed high above them. "For your victory i shall allow you to heal two of your injuries." the ominous shadow looked disdainfully at his youngest. "You disappoint me, Madison."

Hannah dared not move, but her looked from the corner of her eye to see Madison visibly shaking in fear and pain.

"I do not take kindly to my offspring scum disappointing me. Making a FOOL out of me!" the horrid belows rattled the girls bones. "You beg for mercy! I shall break you of this pitiful habit if it's the last thing i do!"

Madison desperately tried to hide the panicked tears that flowed. "Please, Father!" she sobbed out. "I'm trying!"

"YET YOU STILL BEG FOR MERCY! YOU DID NOT TRY YOU REPULSIVE RETCH! YOU FAIL TO BEAT SUCH A REPUGNANT GRYFFINDOR! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE NOBLE HOUSE OF STEERE!" the shrieks were deathly terrifying, shaking even hannah. Her sister sobbed uncontrollably. "CRUCIO!"

The shrill high pitched shrieks that echoed in that prison room were screams that haunted hannah's dreams almost every night. The picture of her writhing sister, in miserable agony burned into her brain, never to be forgotten.

After what seemed as centuries, the two were allowed to limp out of the room. Hannah held her sister, who was barely able to walk. She helped her limp up the fancy staircase and into Madison's bed. As soon as she dropped her sister, the Gryffindor turned away and hurriedly limped out the door.

Madison looked up weakly. Her tear stained face looking hopefully at her sister's retreating form. "Hannah?"

But Hannah paid no attention. "Hannah wait…" but broken request fell upon deaf ears as the doors closed with a soft click. Hannah didn't see the completely broken and hopeless look of Madison as she walked away. She didn't see the crushed hope or loneliness in her eyes. She didn't see the large tears that rarely ever showed, nor heard the sobs of an eleven year old who had been abandoned by everyone she loved, forced to grow up at such a young age and wanted nothing but the sweet release of death. All hannah saw was the blood on her cloak and the new scars the gashes were leaving behind. Choosing to ignore the sister she could have loved.

Hello dear readers! Welcome to the second book in the Emilia Lupin series! This chapter took a darker turn than even I expected. Tune in for next chapter where Emilia meets up with a few friends and learns some new secrets! I'll really try to get the next chapter out soon, but no promises.