A.N. Okay, here's the second chapter. It start directly after the last one. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am not near amazing enough to be the spectacular JK Rowling who wrote the magnificent Harry Potter series and therefore owns it, not I.

Emily's POV

Why oh why did he have to ask about my horrible family? I sat there tears streaming down my face, James rubbing my back, trying to spit out the horrid words. I took one last deep breath and began.

"My family is seriously messed up." I began. I was scared that he was going to hate me or reject me like everyone else. He nodded encouraging me to go on. I decided to stop editing and spit the words out. "I killed my parents when I was 6. I did it on purpose and don't regret it at all. They were extremely loyal death eaters that no one heard about. They fought in the battle of Hogwarts secretly, hiding so they wouldn't be seen" I took a deep breath. James just kept rubbing my back although his face looked shocked to say the least. "My parents were still kids then but they didn't go to school. They were taught by Death Eater… tutors. My parents' names were – once married – Slytherous and Nogragma…Lestrange-Riddle." I heard James gasp sharply and then gulp. He looked to be in utter shock.

"Are they…?" He trailed off. I knew what he wanted to know. Were my grandparents Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort.

"Yeah" I said. He looked horrified. Why did I tell him? "I shouldn't have told you, I'm so sorry James." I began to cry. Why is it that I lost everyone that meant anything to me.

"No! I'm happy you told me I guess I just feel so bad for you. I didn't even know…Bellatrix and Voldemort…when?" he kept trailing off. Finally he seemed decided on a question. "What happened with your parents?" Did he always ask the worst questions? Why did I always feel the need to tell him. Oh that's right, because he made me feel loved and important and everything else that I have never felt. I had to tell him.

"When I had just turned six they started talking about bringing back the ideals of his parents. Pure-Blood Rule and whatever other hypocritical ideals they wanted to shove down everyone's throats when they weren't ever pure-bloods." I stopped talking and my expression turned to one of disgust. "They were going to kill innocent muggle-borns. I took one of their wands and aimed at them. I was just trying to stop them-not kill them although they deserved what they got. I was so mad at them that the wand acted on its own. It just followed what my head kept saying 'stop them'. Apparently the only way to stop them was to kill them. The muggle-borns thanked me for saving their life and they took me to see Head Mistress McGonagall. She sent me to live in an orphanage until I was of age. She couldn't do anything more except pay me visits on occasion. The orphanage was horrible, I never made friends or was loved, however, I was fed and taken care of. Once I was eleven, I started Hogwarts and only go back to the dreaded orphanage once a year over the summer." I finished my story and saw tears glistening in James Potter's eyes. I was shocked. He kept rubbing my back but seemed to be very distracted. I pulled him into a hug. He was so warm. It made me want to stay like that all day but we still needed to talk. He looked so frustrated. After a few moments of a frustrated silence he spoke.

"Why did all this happen to you? You're not a bad person yet so many bad things have happened to you. Why?"

"I don't know." I replied. "Sometimes you have to pay for other people's decisions. I paid for my parents and grandparents decisions as I am sure I will continue to do." Then I realized something. What would people do if they found out? I'm sure James's family would be outraged. This triggered something sad inside of me. I guess the one bright spot that I thought I might get was a total waste of hope. I had to tell him something. "James, you do realize that you are one of two living people that know the truth about me. The muggle-borns I saved have no idea who I was. McGonagall is the only other one. " I was going to continue onto not telling anyone but his expression confused me. He looked…touched. He also looked like he needed to confess something. But first I needed to continue. "You can't tell anyone." I whispered. "Do you know what would happen if people found out?"

He looked shocked at the thought of himself telling people. "I definitely won't tell the press or anyone without asking you." He began. I sensed a "but". "But I need to tell my family. I want you to come over to my house over the summer. I don't want you to be stuck in an orphanage with no one that cares about you. My family doesn't care about your past. They are thrilled that Rose is dating Scorpious Malfoy." He stopped there. The Malfoy's were one thing. They weren't the most evil dark wizard of all time and his greatest follower who I am certain killed James' uncle's twin brother. I also believe that they killed many other people near and dear to their hearts. It's different. Then I began to focus on the other side of what he said. He wanted me to come over to his house over holiday. That meant so much to me. I could no longer focus on the part that made me evil and I focused on the part that made me feel giddy inside.

"You want me to stay with you over holiday?" I asked.

He blushed and looked down. "Yeah."

"Merlin," I said. "That is probably the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." This seemed to frustrate him.

"I hate how your life went. Never being loved, having evil parents. It sucks!" He screamed. He seemed so angry he was kicking walls. I reached up and stroked his dark hair. This calmed him down quickly. "Thank You" He muttered kicking a wall again. I decided I needed to respond to the comment about coming over the summer.

"I would love to come to your house over the holiday." This seemed to cheer him up to the point that he stopped kicking the wall.

"Really?" He asked seeming like he thought it was too good to be true or something.

"Of course!" I half shouted wrapping my arms around his neck. "Wait, are you going to tell your parents about me?"

"I kinda have to, Em." He said. My heart sank. There was no way I was going over to James's house this holiday. He must have seen something cross my face because he continued. "I really don't think that they'll care… Would you like to go back to school and owl them?" He asked.

"Sure" I replied hoping that somehow the Potters would be okay with the grand-daughter of Bellatrix and Voldemort coming to their home for the summer. He wrapped his heavenly warm cloak around both of us and we walked back to school through the tunnel.

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