"yes this term is starting soon, and i do believe we are under more threat than ever"

"why do you say that sir?"

"he is riseing again, i am expecting another attack"

"but, headmaster sir, who will he attack this time, harry already knows how to defend him"

"the potter child..."
"but harry knows---"
"no not harry, the other one"

"what other one?"

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it was pitch black outside. the rain was pouring down and the thunder was makeing a large racket. not so much to wake anyone on silverest street. the lighteneing clashed. emma woke up. siting straight in her small bed she listened to the rain fall and the thunder crash.

emma was a quite intellegent child. she attened hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry on a regular basis. but this was summer holiday. which meant no school, no friends and no teachers. she lived in a muggles oriented part of town. the only wizard she conversed with during the summer was her father, sirius.

emma was never told what happened to her mother, even though she is 13 and can definately handle the truth. for some unexpainable reason sirius would never tell her.

as she looked around her room she was reminded that the new school term was beginning soon, less than 7 days. she saw her trunk, open, with clothes strewn everywhere. the enourmous pile of books just from her first two years at hogwarts. brokoen quills, ripped parchment, candy rappers, bottles from empy soda. she looked at the clock, it was 2 in the morning, she went back too sleep.

upon her desk under the sappy love notes and old schoolwork were old copies of the daily prophet...


its another story, i was kinda getting tired of th ron one.