Live Another Day

Emmy: Twiggie doesn't own squat. So she uses Jo Rowling's ideas and works off of them.

Twiggie: So, didja figure out who Emmy is yet?

Chapter Three: Bushy Haired Savior...Almost

Emmy threw herself down on the makeshift bed. She'd been working all day. Both with Cookie and cleaning the orphanage. She was tired and hungry; she would have even eaten the lettuce porridge she'd prepared earlier. But Emmy's options were slim to none in the food department, so she ate the bread Cookie had given her. She rested her head on the blanket. Orphanages weren't supposed to be cruel! Not anymore! Unluckily for Emmy, Mrs. Bush hated her for being different. Emmy was odd. She had made things happen on several occasions without meaning too.

There was a knock on the front door, and Emmy, being the servant girl, answered it. Standingthere was ashort lady with a massive mane of thick brown hair.

"Hello there," the lady said.

"Hi."

"Would Mrs. Bush be able to speak to me now?"

"Can I check, hold on. MRS. BUSH!"

Mrs. Bush bustled to the front door and gaped at the thick-haired lady. She was obviously not used to dealing with someone of higher position than her. The lady looked up to her, Mrs. Bush was large, but the lady was also imposing and you could tell she was highly intelligent.

"Come in," Mrs. Bush said, even though it looked like she wouldn't have wanted to let this lady in in a thousand years. The lady followed her into the hall.

Emmy could tell she wasn't invited, so she went back to her room under the stairwell and pondered who this lady could be.

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"Mrs. Bush," said the lady, "I'm here to speak to you about one of your orphans here. She seems to be the type of child we are looking for at the school I teach at."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Bush inquired suspiciously.

"She has the necessary atributes to come and learn at the school. Her name has been down ever since she was born."

"Oh, I see. A scholarship?"

"Not quite."

"Which orphan?"

"Emmaline. I do believe she is called Emmy."

"I do believe she is called a foul creature of brattiness. And I don't even know who you are!" Mrs. Bush exclaimed.

"I'm Hermione. Hermione Weasley. I'm sorry Mrs. Bush, but Emmy must go to this school. It is essential for her."

"She has a life of servitude ahead of her, Miss Hermione. She does not need any schooling."

Hermione was putting two and two together. She figured Emmy was the girl at the door.

"Well, I see that this meeting did not do much. Could you please give her this letter?"

Hermione handed Mrs. Bush a thick envelope sealed with wax. She thought it was very odd. Why use this old-fashioned parchment when there are computers?

"Good-bye, Miss Hermione!" she called extra cheerily, hoping she would leave soon.

"Good riddence," Hermione muttered. She would have to see this girl, Emmy. At the door she hadn't paid much attention to her. Hermione stopped a lady with an apron and asked

"Excuse me, I'm Hermione Weasley. I would like to know where Emmy is please."

"Ah, right-o, Miss Hermione. That gal. She da magician, ya know that? Does crazy things. She was choppin' up da lettuce this morn wit me and then she took 'er hand up to wipe 'er brow, and what da ya know? Da knife keeps choppin' away. I do reckon 'twas a trick o' da light, but 'twas intrestin' to watch."

The lady hadn't told her where yet, so she let her talk about the orphanage and about how Emmy had ended up with the servant job. Then the lady was called by Mrs. Bush, so she scurried towards the voice. Hermione was left to look for herself. She saw a staircase and was intrigued. If only...she thought. It would be amazing. And it was.

Hermione opened the door to the small cupboard under the stairs. Emmy was laying down, just as her best friend Harry had done many years ago. Emmy was small and thin, uncannily like Harry when Hermione had seen him in the beginning of the year at Hogwarts.

Both orphans, both mistreated, both unloved.

Yet there was something more familiar about her that wasn't like Harry at all...Almost the opposite, it seemed.

Hermione vowed to herself that she would come back, or get some Aurors, to get this girl out of the orphanage and into her own world. She would have to come back tomorrow, with Harry and Ron. They needed to see this, they needed to help. Emmy needed their help, and she was going to get it. Why Hermione had been so touched by this girl was unknown, maybe it was because of her own small son? Whatever the reason, Hermione silently promised Emmy. You're a witch, little girl. And according to that lady with the apron, you're a pretty good one.

Author's Note: Short, annoyingly so.