Chapter 9
Dumbledore's Army
The weather horrible when Harry, Ron and Emma went down to the Quidditch pitch for practise. Emma decided she wanted to watch them play again. She hoped she was going to be able to see them with all this rain when she realised that she was a vampire and could see all the time. She felt so human at times and because everyone treats her like she was a human that she almost forgot.
They found Fred and (Emma's stomach did a back flip) George debating whether or not to use some of their own Skiving Snackboxes to get out of flying.
"... but I bet she'd know what we'd done" said Fred out of the corner of his mouth. "If only I hadn't offered to sell her some Puking Pastilles yesterday."
"We could try Fever Fudge" George muttered "no one's seen that yet..."
"Does it work?" enquired Ron hopefully as the hammering on the roof got steadily louder.
"Well, yeah" said Fred. "Your temperature will go right up."
"But you get these massive pus-filled boils, too" said George "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."
Emma reached into her hand-bag and pulled out a bottle of what looked like lemonade. "Take this; it should get rid of the boils and here some to put into your Fever Fudge. Only put two drops in mind" she said, pulling out a second bottle and handed it to them.
"Thanks a million, Emma" said Fred, taking a sip and putting the second bottle in his bag out of sight.
"Yeah, you're a life-saver" George grinned, taking his. Emma just smiled a small smile and left the changing rooms.
She glared up at the sky. She hated the rain but she also liked it. Weird huh? It was cool and refreshing but you catch illnesses in it!
At the end of an unsuccessful Quidditch, Emma went back into the changing rooms with the sodden and disgruntles Gryffindor team.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain of anger- if that makes sense- in her shoulder and both her and Harry exclaimed:
"OUCH!"
"What's up?" asked several voices.
"Nothing" said Emma as calmly as she could. Suddenly, Emma had a vision.
"That is perfect" she said eagerly.
"I have found the perfect place for the lessons" she said to Harry mainly.
"Where?" said Ron just as eagerly as her.
"It's called the Room of Requirement. It is a room that a person can only enter when they have a great need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but it appears, it is always equipped for the person's needs. Very few people know it. Mostly people stumble across it when they need I, but them they never find it again, for the do not know that it is always there waiting o be called in to service."
"Brilliant" sad Harry.
They left the changing rooms and they told everyone to come. They were all to skittish so Emma went in first.
"Oh...my...God, this is so cool! You guys have just got to come and see this" Emma shouted from inside and everyone's curiosity got the better of them. They all ran inside, Harry, Hermione and Ron first. They started to look around.
The walls were lined with wooden books cases and instead of chairs there were large silk cushions on the floor. A set of shelves at the far end of the room carried a range of instruments such as Sneakoscopes, secrecy sensors and a large, cracked foe class that Harry and Emma were sure had hung, the previous year, in the fake Moody's office.
"These will be good for when we're practising Stunning" said Ron enthusiastically, prodding one of the cushions with his foot.
"And just look at these books" said Hermione excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large bound tones. Her face was glowing and they all saw that Hermione was convinced that they were going the right thing now.
"Hey, Harry, Emma, what's this stuff" asked Dean from the rear end of the room, indicating the Sneakoscopes and Foe Class.
"Dark Detectors, basically they all show you when a Dark or untrusting wizard..." Harry began.
"Or enemies are around, but you don't want to rely on them too much, they can be fooled" finished Emma.
"Well, me and Emma have been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and... yes Emma" said Harry, noticing Emma bouncing up and down in the air with her hand up making a couple of people laugh.
"We need a name" she said with a grin, as if she knew it already. In fact, knowing her, she probably did.
There was chatter and, in the end, they settled for DA, short for Dumbledore's Army because this is what the Ministry of Magic feared the most.
"Okay, Emma, have you got any spells" asked Harry and everyone looked at Emma. She nodded and pulled out a sheet of paper she had written them all on.
"I've picked a few spells out of Dumbledore's books. Stunning, Patronus, Jelly Legs, Leg lock, Petrificus totalus, Impedimenta, Relasho, fiendtre, and that's about it" she said, scanning her notes and looked up. Nearly everyone's mouth was hanging open. "What?" she asked.
"You can do all that?" asked Dean weakly.
"Well yeah, I mean, it's not hat hard" she said with a shrug. George had a feeling he had a lot to learn about her.
"Anyway, I think we should start with stunning" said Harry and Emma nodded.
"Can you divide into pairs please" said Emma and they did as they were told. Emma waved her wand and cushions flew behind everyone.
"On the count of three then, one... two... three" said Harry and curses started to fly everywhere.
Emma was a bit too quick for Harry because of her years of practise and got him at least five times before he even managed to stun her. Afterwards, they started to wonder around to see how the others were getting on.
Harry went around the edge where as Emma walked around in the middle. Emma found something very odd was happening to Zacharias Smith, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet no-body was suppose to be disarming and Anthony was not making a single movement or sound. However Emma did not have to look fare to solve the mystery: Fred and George were several feet away from Zacharias and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back. Of course, it would be them.
"Sorry Emma" said George hastily, when Emma caught his eyes. "Couldn't resist." He smiled at her and Emma smiled back even though her stomach was withering like snakes.
A few minutes later, Emma caught Harry's eyes and he blew a whistle he had obviously found.
"I've noticed that a lot of people are swinging their wands to the right so your opponent only stager back. Remember, your wand when casting spells always goes to the left" she paused and then added "Except for cheep tricks." They all laughed, well, most of them did anyway.
"Carry on" said Harry.
She carried on walking and noticed George kept missing Fred even though he was standing stock still.
"Here, keep your arm level with your shoulder at 90 degrees. You more likely to hit your opponent" she said, raising Georges arm slightly higher.
She noticed dimly that whenever she touched his bare skin, he got goose bumps. Maybe she had cold hands. She also felt the usual jolt of electricity run through her to him and back again.
"Thanks" he said, both of them blushing and he accidently sending Fred flying across the room and into a pile of books which covered him completely.
"I'm okay" came a muffled voice of Fred and everyone laughed. Emma waved her wand and Fred was suddenly out.
"Alright, I think we better get going" said Harry checking his watch and everyone nodded in agreement.
"We'll have another meeting next Wednesday" said Emma as everyone started to filter out of the room. Soon it was just George, Fred, Emma, Harry, Ron and Hermione left in the Room of Requirement.
"I think I'll stay behind and tide up" said Emma gesturing around the room timidly and began to tide up without magic. She didn't fancy talking to anyone at the moment. She had just seen a very young and a very beautiful girl give a flirtish look. It basically broke her heart even though George didn't return it because didn't see it but still.
"Go on, ask her out. Now's your chance!" whispered Fred nodding to Emma as Harry, Hermione and Ron left the room.
"But what if she says no?" asked George nervously. He had never asked out a girl before and he never thought it would be this nerve racking.
"Better than not knowing. And Emma doesn't seem the type to tell the world" argued Fred. George sighed, giving up. He had nothing to say to that.
"Alright" said George.
"I'll meet you outside" said Fred and George nodded. He took a deep breath and walked over.
"Here, I'll help" said George and Emma jumped. She blushed. The blush made her look even more beautiful and her flaming red hair look even redder.
"Thanks" said Emma. She pulled out her wand and George copied her. They waved their wands silently and everything flew back into their normal place.
"There" said George and they both turned to each other. They only just realised how close together they were. Their noses almost touching.
Slowly, George bent down and Emma closed her eyes. Their lips met and their worlds collided.
She was everywhere, the smell of her hair, the sound of her ragged breath, taste of her lips on his, the feeling of her hand running through his hair and the feeling of the enjoyable feeling of the electricity running through them both.
Very slowly, they broke apart and rested their foreheads against each others.
"I guess this means we're on a date" said George with a smile.
"Yeah" she said breathlessly. They both laughed and both walked out of the room holding hands.
The news that Emma Potter was going out with George Weasley spread like wild fire and soon everyone in the school knew by the next morning.
George came in through the portrait hole looking annoyed and Fred looked amused.
"What's up?" asked Emma, eyeing him from over the top of her book.
"Some boy from Hufflepuff asked George if you were good in bed" said Fred and Emma saw that he was having a hard time not laughing. In fact, so was Emma.
"What did you tell him" said Emma. Now she was really having trouble not laughing.
"He told him to sod of" said Fred and Emma, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Fred burst out laughing. Soon after, George joined in.
"Uh-huh, well, that was... unexpected" chuckled Emma. She looked at her watch and hoped up. "I gotta go, Dumbledore wanted to talk to me about something."
"But I just got here" said George, pouting.
"Uh-huh, but it was your fault you started to date a girl who almost got killed by Voldemort" she kissed him on the cheek and climb out of the portrait hole. This was going to be interesting.
