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Rise Up From the Ashes
Chapter One: The Arrival and the Past Part Two
'The child, the one who defeated Voldemort is in that house. She is the one that will save us all.' The man wrapped his black cloak tightly around his frame. He smashed open the window on the top floor to the nursery, the floor having collapsed on the one below it just seconds before. He dived through the soon engulfed window and covered his mouth with his cloak, coughing out the black smoke that entered his mouth.
Looking around the room, he spotted the small child curled into a ball under fallen debris at the base of her crib. He rustled over to her and pulled the debris off her, making sure he applied no pressure whatsoever to the pieces.
Once all the pieces had been lifted, he carefully picked up the child. Looking around the room, his only exit blocked by the fire, he pulled out his wand and said a freezing charm on the window in which he arrived. He made a dash to the window and jumped out it as it once again engulfed itself in fire.
Standing up, he coughed his lungs out just as the child in his arms was doing. He walked unsteadily to the front of the house, watching the mad house elf try to explain her reasoning on why she couldn't save the girl. She was reaching the part about when the girl defeated Voldemort and the man whispered and invisible 'Stupefy' tied together with an 'Obliviate.'
The man looked down and the child's vibrant green eyes that were looking into his steely blue eyes. He smiled and apparated to the child's soon to be adoptive parents, the Fields.
The hours passed slowly by as Emma and her year mates made their way to Hogwarts. She sighed heavily. 'I'm going to see them. Will they recognize me? Will they even remember they conceived me? I only have one question for them: why didn't they try to save me?'
Emma gave another hefty sigh and Fleur looked her over. "Come on, Emma, cheer up! You're about to meet your fiancé."
Emma smiled, "Headmistress?"
Maxime looked over at her prized seventh year, "Yes, Emma?"
"I was wondering, will I be able to participate in this Tri-Wizard Tournament? I mean, I'm fourteen. Is there an age restriction?" All the girls turned and looked at Maxime.
"Emma, you have passed all your tests guaranteeing you placement in the seventh year, I'm sure they will allow you."
"Hmm," Emma looked down at her hands. 'Just maybe I can prove them wrong. I've been waiting for this moment and I will reclaim my title.'
"Emma, look! We're here! We've arrived!" Fleur said gleefully.
Catherine made a disgusted sound, "What a dump! I miss our school already."
Emma chuckled. "Now there's no need to be rude, Ms. Lyons." Maxime gave Catherine a stern look.
Catherine leaned over to Emma, "I guess it's a good thing she doesn't know what I really think." Emma gave another chuckle.
The carriage swooped over the school. "Look at the boys! Emma, is one of those your fiancé?"
Emma looked out the window and shook her head, "No." She took another glance around and saw a boy surrounded by girls and guys. He looked pretty pompous to be standing where they were to be landing. A big man bumbled out to the grass and shooed the boy and his friends back into the school. Emma glared at the back of the boys head. "You," she whispered.
The girls chatted excitedly as they made their way to the Great Hall. Emma stayed behind the girls with Madam Maxime. "I brought along proof of you being in the seventh year, Emma, so it should go fine. Once Durmstrang enters, we will go in and I will put my foot down, demanding you have acceptance to enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
Emma smiled as the crowd of girls stopped. They were face to face with the boys of Durmstrang. "Madam Maxime, a pleasure as always."
"Karkaroff, a pleasure," Maxime said, holding out her hand. Karkaroff took it in his and kissed her knuckles.
Karkaroff looked down and came face to face with Emma. He did a double take, her beauty surpassing most he had ever seen. "And who might this lovely child be?"
Emma looked at him and saw the lust grow intensely in his eyes. The Durmstrang boys looked at her in sheer awe. "This is Beauxbatons' prized fourteen-year-old, Emma Fields. She is in her seventh year along with the other girls attending the tournament."
The shock shined brightly in the eyes of those from Durmstrang, but otherwise their composure stayed the same. Some of the boys looked about ready to pounce on Emma and ravish her, swallow her beauty whole.
Karkaroff looked Emma over again and caught sight of the ring and looked sharply into Emma's eyes, "I see." His eyes darkened slightly. He turned on his heel and yelled, "Proceed!"
The boys turned sharply away from the girls and slammed open the doors to the Great Hall. Staffs pounded to the floor and heads turned sharply to look at the boys of Durmstrang.
A boy with unruly red hair snorted at the show of manliness. Emma glared at the boy. She straightened her hair back to its curly locks and patted down her emerald gown. The girls arranged in front of her and she in front of Madam Maxime. She was hidden as though she was a treasure none could have.
"I would like to introduce you all to the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons!" A man with long white hair and a long white beard called out.
The girls shuffled into the room, fanning out among the tables, magical doves flying out of their robes. Emma walked up the middle aisle, her gown shining brightly like emeralds. Emma sang the Beauxbatons' hymn. Madam Maxime followed behind her.
The school of Hogwarts was in awe over the girl and her latent abilities. Emma reached her last note and her eyes opened, doves shooting out at every angle of her body. Emma looked up at the staff table, her eyes meeting those that had betrayed her. She gave them a dark smile and proceeded down the table, each and every teacher had awed looks on her face. She reached the end, when her eyes met those she had been longing to meet. She smiled at him and he gave her a half smile.
Emma turned sharply, having felt eyes bore into the back of her skull. She came face to face, literally, with the form of her brother.
"My name is Shane Potter, though I'm sure you knew that. I want you to know, you will be mine." Shane took her right hand and put it to his lips.
Emma jerked her hand back, "No, I won't. I'm arranged to be married, if your little brain can comprehend that."
Shane stepped back one, "You're what! You're kidding! You've got to be like what, fourteen or fifteen."
"Yeah, so," Emma said, crossing her arms.
The halls eyes rested on the two, Madam Maxime stepping in to clear everything up.
"I'm sorry, sir, but she is arranged to marry. Her bond contract allows for no man or in your case, child, to make any move whatsoever, or he shall suffer the wrath of her fiancé. Anyways, she is way above you on the totem pole of power, Mr. Potter, you best remember that."
Emma again felt eyes bore into her skull. "Miss, I'm not sure who you think you are, but you will not talk to my son like that. He is the boy-who-lived, so in fact, he is higher on the totem pole of power than you are."
Emma's classmate's chuckled. She turned around, "Well Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Emma began, clearing her throat, "I can assure you one thing, if your son lays one hand on me again with his filthy celebrity hands, you will all answer to my fiancé, who, for your information, is in this very room. And believe me, your son couldn't beat me in a duel if I had my eyes shut and one arm tied around my back." The girls laughed heartily at Emma's speech, some students from Hogwarts stood up and applauded her.
"You tell them Emma!" Catherine shouted.
"SILENCE!" the white haired man yelled. The hall fell silent. "Now, if everyone will return to their seats."
Emma fell back with Madam Maxime, giving one last glare to her brother. "Professor Dumbledore, I have a request to make."
Dumbledore looked at Madam Maxime, "Yes, and what might that be?" he asked with a kind smile.
"As you know, only people of the age of seventeen may participate, but Emma here is fourteen. She is Beauxbatons prized student. I request she be allowed to compete in the tournament." Maxime rested a large hand on Emma's shoulder.
Faculty, students, and members of Durmstrang shot up from their seats. A loud chorus of "What!" rang through the hall.
With a wave of his hand, the hall fell silent. "Madam Maxime, you said it yourself, she's fourteen. It is against the law. She doesn't have the proper training that a seventeen-year-old seventh year would know."
Maxime chuckled, "Ah, but that is where you are wrong; Emma here has advanced to her seventh year through rigorous training. Before she came to attend Beauxbatons, her adopted family began her magical training when she first entered their house that cold Halloween night as a child. They vowed she would grow up to be a very smart witch and then she was arranged to marry."
The hall was deathly silent. Emma stepped forward, "Sir, I understand the risks that this tournament will probably induce, but I am fully willing to accept that death could become of me and I will in no way oppose you and the rules, but I do ask that you consider for I know that this is a task I was born to do."
Dumbledore didn't know what it was about this girl, but he could feel her magic pushing slightly against his. 'Those eyes, they look familiar, almost like Lily's.'
To Be Continued…
Next Chapter: "Emma, who was that?" Fleur asked, tilting her head to look into the girl's eyes.
Emma smiled and pulled her left hand up to her lips. She kissed the ring and said, "I see."
Stay tuned for Chapter Two: Meetings and Family!
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