Emily's head snapped up at the mental call, and quickly yelled out a random excuse to the teacher before running off, forgetting everything she had brought with her other than her wand and small emergency bag she carried with her every where incase anything happened. She bolted through several halls and twists and turns until finally making it to the dungeon classroom. She was panting from the sprint as she slid into the room but gasped at the sight of her brother on the floor and ran over, kneeling down and pulling his head onto her lap.
He wrapped his trembling arms around her waist and buried his face against her stomach as he groaned, not yet realizing who was there and not really caring at this point especially if they could help him. "I... was... trying to... remember..." he managed to whisper, cringing and gasping in pain. "What's... hap... pening... to me?"
Emily wrapped him up in her arms and rocked him gently. "Shh... It's ok. Don't force yourself to remember right now." She could feel tears stinging at her eyes as she hugged him a little tighter. "I swear on my magic and my life I will help you remember and we'll be a family again just like before. No one will ever hurt you again..."
She knew who could help her baby brother more than she could and sent out a mental call to him. 'Father, please help... Bring Madame Pomfrey and Mistress McGonagall. Please... Hurry.'
Professor Snape dropped his wand as he heard Emily's voice in his head, surprising his class of fifth year students but ignoring them completely. "Homework!" he called out suddenly. "Learn this potion in and out! I want a five foot essay by Friday on the benefits and risks of it! Be prepared to make it /and/ test it on Friday! Class /dismissed/!" He walked out without another word, not stopping until he reached the Transfiguration classroom. He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door and waited impatiently for Professor McGonagall to answer.
The headmistress quickly came to the door and opened it, a bit surprised to see the potions master standing there. "What is it Severus?" She asked.
Professor Snape was a little paler than usual as he answered. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I got a message from my daughter asking that I come quickly and bring you and Madame Pomfrey with me."
Concerned for her colleague and the student/daughter at mention, McGonagall quickly assigned homework to her present class than dismissed them and left with Professor Snape to quickly get to the hospital wing.
As soon as they had Madame Pomfrey with them, Professor Snape led the way through the dungeon corridors as he followed Emily's mental call. He burst through the door, looking around wildly. "Emily! What's going on?"
The teen looked up with unshed tears in her eyes, holding Harry close to her. "Something's wrong with him! He somehow called out to me mentally and said he had tried to remember, but all he got was pain..." Just then some tears started to fall as she buried her face in Harry's hair. "I don't know what to do!"
Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall looked around in confusion. "Severus," Professor McGonagall stated, "Would you mind explaining exactly /what/ your daughter is doing in here with the Potter boy?"
A rather angry glare passed over the young woman's face.
Professor Snape sighed, narrowing his eyes slightly at Emily. 'What have you done?' he asked her mentally. 'No one is supposed to know who you really are! Especially Minerva McGonagall!' He glanced over at Professor McGonagall. "Perhaps she caught Potter trying to break more school rules and getting himself hurt in the process. It would not be the first time the boy has believed he was more important than everyone else and did not have to abide by the rules the same as the other students."
'Nothing. He called /me/.' Emily bit harshly, tightening her hold on her brother. 'From what I can tell, someone fucked around with his memories and placed several magical blocks on him. I only know because he tried to remember me but then became overwhelmed in pain. Someone did something to him... And when I find them, Hell is gonna seem too good for them when I'm done.' Aloud she spoke. "I was actually down here looking for a missing book when I happened to walk by the door and saw him collapse."
"We need to get him to Professor Dumbledore right away," Madame Pomfrey stated, kneeling down beside the students to examine Harry.
Emily immediately went rigid. "No!" She shouted loudly. She refused to go near the man and she wasn't going to let him take Harry from her again.
Madame Pomfrey stared at Emily in shock. "My dear child, it is not up to you what is done. This boy needs help, and Professor Dumbledore is the best one to be able to help him." She straightened up and waved her wand, raising Harry's unconscious body into the air and guiding it out of the dungeon room toward the Headmaster's office.
Emily sat there on the floor, frozen in shock. Before she could stop herself, her rage got the better of her as she recognized the magical signature that plagued Harry's mind and body. "/He's/ the one who fucking caused it!" Then immediately she slapped her hands over her mouth when she realized what she just said. 'Shit...'
Professor McGonagall whirled around and pinned the seventh year with a cold glare. "How /dare/ you!" She looked at Professor Snape. "She has done quite enough by alerting us to the situation. I realize she is in your House and is your daughter, but I would give some real thought to consequences for her uncalled for outburst." She moved to the door of the dungeon room. "And she will not be allowed anywhere near the Potter boy from now on." Without another word, she swept out into the hall and disappeared into the shadows as she headed for the Headmaster's office.
A certain gesture was flipped to the transfiguration professor's back as she storms away. Emily quickly got up from the floor, and without even waiting for her father to speak, stormed out as well, except heading to her house's dorm. "Fucking bitch. Always keeps lecturing me to tell the truth, then when I do she fucking slaps me in the face." Her quiet rant continued on with other names and language that displayed her /very/ interesting vocabulary.
Professor Snape sighed as he walked slowly toward the Slytherin Common Room. 'You must get yourself under control, Emily. I am on my way to the common room. You need to tell me what you suspect.'
Emily continued passed the common room and went straight to her dorm, plopping on her bed and death gripping a pillow to her as she glared at a wall. 'I don't think. I /know/ what's going on. I just need Gringotts to confirm it.' She knew that to get a legit blood test to prove that she and Harry were related, both had to be present at the Goblin bank, her mind started working on ideas in overdrive to get to Harry and sneak him out of Hogwarts.
Professor Snape walked into the common room. 'Come down here and talk to me. We'll go to my chambers so we can be alone, but you are going to have to explain to me what's going on, Emily. I want to help you.'
Emily was silent for several minutes, debating on whether she should or not. In the end, she got up and trudged downstairs to the common room, still death gripping the pillow to her.
Professor Snape remained silent as he took her gently by the arm and led her to his private chambers.
Emily sat in one of the chairs in the room and thought about where to start, then figured out that the beginning was the best and opened her mouth to start telling her story.
It was several weeks after she had talked to her father that a plan was set into action. Since Emily wasn't allowed near Harry, she recruited the help of one Draco Malfoy. While the boys had still grown up to be rivals, they weren't as bad as they would of been if Emily hadn't stepped in to fix Draco's attitude first year.
Draco paced the floor at the end of his bed as he waited for Emily to come and tell him what she wanted him to do next.
It wasn't even a minute later when the seventh year came in and shut the door behind her. "I cannot thank you enough for helping."
Draco made a face, waving away her thanks. "Just keep your mouth shut about it and tell me what you want me to do."
Emily grinned. "Alright." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm going to need your family's influence inside the Ministry."
Draco nodded. "Shouldn't be too hard. I can bully them if I need to."
Emily nodded. "Good, cause I have a feeling that the headmaster will try to pull every influence he has to try to stop us. Your family just has a bit more than he does, so it'll be a good for reinforcement. Also, I need you to get Harry alone. Out of sight of any other students and teachers, especially the youngest two Weasleys and Granger."
"Yeah. That'll be easy." Draco smirked at her. "Mind if I knock him out to do it?"
Emily sighed. "That might be our best bet. But don't give him a concussion or brain damage please." Then a smirk slid across her face. "Though if the other three try to follow, do what you have to."
Draco started to laugh but then gave her a strange look. "I thought you liked the red-haired freaks and the mudblood?" he questioned.
Emily pulled a look of disgust. "I hate the two youngest and their brother Percy, they're such pain in the asses and thinks everything should be handed to them on a silver platter. The twins and the two oldest of the Weasley children I like. As for Miss Granger, she was okay until she started becoming too absorbed in herself and following Dumbledore's orders. Sadly, we can't do anything to help her." Then a thought accorded to her and she smirked. "Though give Ron and Ginny a good punch for me, will you?"
Draco didn't hold back his laughter then. "My pleasure," he said.
Emily patted him on the shoulder. "Good luck to you then." Then she turned and started for the door. "See you later."
Draco waited until he spotted the two Weasleys, Granger, and Potter heading across the Entrance Hall before he struck. He twirled in a quick circle, in a move that Emily had taught him, and swept Harry's legs out from under him. While the stars were dancing around Harry's head, he moved quickly and punched both Ginny and Ron in the face before shoving Hermione into the nearest closet. He grabbed Harry and disappeared quickly into the labyrinthine dungeons.
Emily meet him just inside one of the abandoned classrooms. She came out of the shadows with a smile. "Nice." She said, referring to Malfoy punching the Weasleys in the face. "Professor Snape gave us 'passes' for now saying he needed us in a potions lab. Now all we have to do is floo to Gringotts and get this show on the road."
Draco nodded and led the way down the corridor to Professor Snape's office, laughing as Harry struggled in his arms. "Behave, Potter," he commented with a smirk.
"Let go of me!" Harry shouted, trying to twist around to reach his wand.
Emily beat him to it and took his wand, slipping it into her wand pocket inside of her school cloak. "Calm down, Harry." She said softly, her voice taking in a hypnotic tone. "Don't struggle. Ok?" She wasn't surprised when he stopped and nodded silently to her. She looked up to meet Draco's questioning look. "I'm not like most witches and wizards. I'm a little... different, shall we say."
"Nice... talent," Draco commented as they got to the fireplace in Professor Snape's office. He reached up and grabbed a handful of floo powder, keeping Harry draped over his shoulders as he stepped into the fireplace. Dropping the powder, he stated loud and clear, "Gringotts!"
Emily watched as the green flames whipped up to engulf them and take them to their destination, she grabbed some floo herself when it died down enough for her to step in. She took a breath to easy her mind, she always felt a bit queasy after this kind of travel. Releasing her breath, she raised her hand to about her chest before dropping the powder into the flames at her feet. "Gringotts!" Her voice said into the room before the flames engulfed her.
Draco stepped out into the lobby of Gringott's and set Harry on his feet, keeping a grip on his arm, while he waited for Emily to join them.
Emily stepped out and shook her head. "Have I mentioned how much I hate that?" She said more towards herself as she put a hand to the side of her head to stop the dizziness.
Draco shook his head, just managing to hold back his laughter as he grabbed her arm to help her steady herself.
She just caught his silent laughter and stuck out her tongue at him. Showing a quite playful side of herself.
He didn't bother hiding his laughter at that. "Real mature, Em," he commented, motioning toward the tall desks where the goblins were sitting. "Now tell me what you need."
"Who says I can't have a childish side?" She said before standing straight up again, serious. "First we have to ask for Griphook, the accountant of all Potter vaults."
Draco nodded, leaving Harry with her and heading toward the main desk. "I need to see Griphook. Now!"
The goblin there looked up at him, a sneer on his lips. "Who asks?"
"Emily Snape. Griphook should be expecting myself and my accomplices." Emily said as she stepped up next to Draco while guiding Harry in his still partially hypnotized state.
The goblin looked up to her, then nodded. "Very well." He placed a closed sign on the desk and got down from his chair. "Follow me."
Draco fell into step behind Emily with Harry in between them.
Harry's vision cleared up and he looked around in confusion. "W-what? Where am I?"
"Gringotts." Emily replied over her shoulder. "We're here to get answers and get some legal paperwork sorted out."
"Paperwork?" Harry shook his head as he looked at her. "My parents set all of that up a long time ago. There's nothing left to do."
She threw a light glare over her shoulder, not bothering g to answer his question as the goblin opened a door to an office.
He spoke in a growling and sharp and clipped language to someone inside, she assumed he was speaking the natural language of the goblins. Another voice answered and the goblin nodded before turning to the three. "Griphook will see you now."
Emily nodded. "Thank you, Ridgeknife."
The goblin attempted a smile and nodded to her. "It is an honor to provide a service to those who actually remember our names." Then he gestured them inside.
"You have /no/ business prying into my vault!" Harry insisted. He narrowed his eyes at Griphook. "If you allow either of them access, I'll bring charges against you in front of the Ministry!"
Emily whipped around and her hand shot out as she slapped him. The sound echoed in the room and Draco quickly shut the door behind them so no one could look in on them. She glared long and hard into his green eyes with a burning inner rage, but her voice was calm, solid and left no room for excuses or arguments. "Sit down. Shut up. And we will get to explaining." For emphasis, she placed her hand on his shoulder and forced him down into one of the chairs.
Griphook didn't seem too bothered by the outburst or the action. He simply say behind his desk and waited to hear what was asked of him. As expected, the oldest of the teens turned to him.
"I'd like to request a blood test for myself and Harry."
Griphook nodded. "If one of you would kindly draw the blood," he requested, nodding toward their wands while he pulled the necessary equipment out of a bottom drawer.
Emily nodded as she rolled up her left sleeve before drawing her wand, she touched the point to the inside of her elbow and drew a smooth line down to her wrist, magic creating thin cut but enough for blood to break through the skin. She placed her wand away and held her arm in a horizontal position so no blood would drop to the floor.
Griphook set a blank piece of parchment inside of a large bronze bowl and gestured for the girl's arm, who obliged and set her cut arm in his bony hand, then he tipped her arm down to her wrist almost laid on the bottom of the bowl so the blood would flow down her arm.
Draco moved forward and grabbed Harry's arm, holding it so Emily and Griphook could do the same with him.
Griphook gestured for the boy to be brought forward, which Draco did with Harry after making the same cut on the golden boy's arm that Emily had. The goblin tilted Harry's arm over a matching bowl that had a sheet of blank parchment. "Magical blood tests tell of you legacy, inheritance of head of house positions and of course, proving who is related to who. These blood tests cannot be faked or fooled, it is impossible to fake the blood that flows in one's veins." He tapped on of the bronze bowls. "We will have the results once three ounces of both of your blood flow into the bowls."
Draco kept a tight hold on Harry to keep him from being able to move.
Harry kept silent during the entire thing, he was weary, but he decided to just play along.
After the required blood was filled the two cuts were healed and Griphook instructed Emily and Harry to sit in the chairs for a moment as the loss of blood gave them slight dizziness. Emily nodded to Draco, silently telling him it was alright to let go of Harry.
Draco nodded, letting go of Harry and leaning back against the wall beside the other boy's chair.
The bowls both have a soft glow after a minute, Harry's a soft green, Emily's a vibrant lavender. When the lights died down, Griphook first took the parchment from the bowl where Harry's blood had been gathered and looked it over before holding it out to the dark haired boy.
Harry's hand slightly shook as he reached for the parchment. 'It's time to finally know.' He thought as he took it and sat back in his seat before looking down at the red script that had appeared on the parchment.
Name: Harry James Potter
Mother: Lilly Andrea Evans
Father: James Charles Potter
Siblings: one: Emily Melinda Potter-Snape
Level of Power: 800
Additional Powers to Magic: (blessed with)
1. Teleportation
2. Conjuration
Blocks:
1. Level of Power- reduced to nearly muggle levels (Status: blocked)
2. Powers blocked by Ultra block (Status: blocked)
3. Animagus: Stag (Status: blocked)
4. Forced extreme amounts of Accidental Magic (Status: blocked)
5. Blockage of memories (status: blocked)
All blocked placed by: Albus Persivse Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Head of House for:
Potter (by birth)
Gryffindor (by birth)
Peverell (by birth)
Slytherin (by conquest)
Harry stared in disbelief at the paper in his hands before looking at Emily. "What does yours say?"
Emily took hers from Griphook when it was offered to her and cleared her throat before speaking aloud as she read.
Name: Emily Melinda Potter-Snape
Father: Unknown
Mother: Lilly Andrea Evans
Step-Father: James Charles Potter
Adopted Father: Severus Tobias Snape
Siblings: one: Harry James Potter
Level of Power: 1,500
Alternate form: 5'5 blonde Grecian woman with blue eyes
Title: Final Judge, Executioner
Additional Active Powers: (by birth and blessing, only main ones listed)
1. Flashing/Teleportation
2. Conjuration
3. Absorption of any power
4. Able to learn any language
5. Godly high levels of Magic
Blocks:
1. Level of Power: (Status: Unblocked)
2. Additional Active Powers: (Status: Unblocked)
3. Animagus: Royal Shadow Dragon (Status: Unblocked)
4. Linguistics: (Status: Unblocked)
All blocks: caused by potion created by Severus Snape with permission from Emily herself.
Head of House for:
Evans (by birth)
Snape (by adoption)
Ravenclaw (by birth)
Hufflepuff (by birth)
Black (by naming as heir until rightful heir is of age)
Malfoy (by conquest)
Harry sighed. "You really are my sister." He shook his head then looked at Griphook. "If this test is so flawless, how come it couldn't tell who her father is?"
Griphook though about this. "Her father maybe something..." He pause to think of the right word. "Higher up than witches and wizards. My belief is, for all we know, he could be a god or primordial being, which would explain why magic can't gain a lock on him. Unless he chooses to make himself known, we will never know."
Emily's eyes widened in shock. She knew she was different and stronger than the average witch but the thought of being descended from a god... It completely left her surprised beyond belief.