So I told my self that this would be up by Christmas and that didn't happen but I am pleased to say that I am only 4 days over due. By my standards, that's not too bad. Anyways, I don't care to much for this chapter because it kinda got all scrunched together.
Disclaimer - I own a copy of every movie, a copy of every book except for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, a copy of each video game to include Lego Harry Potter Years 1 -4 and Lego HArry Potter Years 5 - 7 for both the Wii and the Nintendo DS but not the rights... So sad.
Emma liked the Hogwarts library a lot. She wasn't a book fanatic like Madam Pince or an obsessive learner like Hermione; rather she fancied herself a quiet person who liked quiet places. So it was in the farthest accessible corner that Hermione found her on a drizzly Thursday afternoon while Harry was at quiddich practice and Ron was out watching. Emma didn't even notice Hermione when she sat down, until she coughed.
"What's up?" Emma asked as she glanced over at the brunette.
"Harry thinks that Voldemort is trying to steal the Alchemist's stone." Hermione whispered softly as Emma paused in her writing for a second before continuing.
"Anything else because that's a pretty bold statement, don't cha think?" Emma asked as she kept writing.
"Well we think that Professor Snape is helping him." Hermione added.
Emma's quill stopped moving and ever so slowly, she looked up at her friend. A small voice in the back of her head was asking if they were serious and Emma decided that this would be a serious concern to address.
"Are you serious?" Was the only statement Emma could make as she starred at Hermione.
"Well, yes. Harry saw Snape threatening Professor Quirell one night while using the Invisibility cloak and he mentioned to not dare and try attempt anything." Hermione stated.
"Besides, Snape is the perfect fit for being a dark wizard follower." Hermione added as Emma continued to stare in disbelief.
"I know for a fact that Professor Snape is not after the Alchemist's stone." Emma stated, to which she received a strange look.
"How would you know?" Hermione asked and Emma shook her head.
"Because, unlike the rest of this school that isn't in Slytherin, I actually respect him and have talked to him on several occasions outside of class." Emma replied.
"And let's seriously not forget that every time something bad is going to happen, I see it in a vision and I'm learning to search for upcoming events using crystal balls and scrying mirrors. If he was involved, I would know." She added as Hermione frowned.
"Divination on its own is a shady subject. It's not substantial and I don't believe a word of it." Hermione snapped as Emma narrowed her eyes.
"Calling me a liar, are we? Just because you can't experience something for yourself, doesn't mean that it doesn't exist." Emma stated as she flicked her wand at her belongings, ordering them neatly into her bag.
She didn't say another word to Hermione as she stood up and walked out of the library. She knew where a few empty classrooms were that she could use to finish up her homework. A rather large part of her was deeply hurt by the knowledge that her friend didn't believe her or even trust her. Somehow, though, she felt she ought to have expected it. Divination and people who could "see" were generally regarded with suspicion or skepticism.
By the time that she realized where she was going, she had no idea where she was. Stopping for a moment, she glanced around a saw a tapestry of Barnabas the Barbaric. Directly across the corridor, she spotted a lone door with an intricate design etched into the door. Curiosity got the best of her and she reached out a hand to open the door. Pulling the door open revealed a cozy looking room that felt oddly familiar, though she wasn't quite sure how to describe it. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her and set about completing her homework.
A few hours later and she had completed all of her assignments. Now all she had to do was make sure she turned them in on time. Breathing a sigh of relief, she began packing up her bag when she noticed a stack of letters lying on the table where she had just been working. She was completely certain that they had not been there just a moment before, so she gently set her bag down and pulled out her wand. She carefully reached forward and picked up the top envelope, nearly dropping it in surprise as the name across the front was her own. Gingerly, she slid her finger under the seal and pulled the enclosed parchment letter.
Mon petit papillon… If you are reading this, then I am no longer with amongst the living. I hope that you have grown into a wonderful young woman but I also pray that you shall be able to see things clearly in the upcoming storm. Things will be difficult but you must press onward for there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. I trust you will make the proper choices when you have read the rest of the letters. Remember darling, good bye is not forever but a way to say we will meet again.
The letter felt strange in her hands but even so, she tucked it back into its envelope before gathering up the others and leaving the room behind. It was almost curfew by the time she reached the Gryffindor common room. She spotted Hermione, Ron and Harry sitting by the window and though they all glanced in her direction, not a one of them said anything to her. So, biting back her pride, she hurried up the girl's staircase and into the first-year girl's dorm. She tossed her bag onto her trunk and hurried to change into her pajamas before pulling the curtains around her bed and settling down to read the rest of the letters.
The next morning, it seemed that Hermione had not forgotten about their spat in the library and was refusing to say more than a simple hello. None of the boys seemed to understand what the problem was, though Neville sat by Emma at breakfast while Harry and Ron sat with Hermione.
Nothing seemed to be simple after that as the weeks turned into months and eventually, June arrived and thus began the season of finals. Sometime around the first week of June, a rumor began to float around that Harry had faced Voldemort in a dungeon under the school. Dumbledore did nothing to quell these rumors though Emma wouldn't say if she believed them or not. By this time, finals had finished up and all that was left was to pack up for the impending trip home. Hermione had apologized to Emma for her mean comment, though there was still a sort of rift between them. They didn't see anything eye to eye anymore and it was obvious to all that their friendship might not be the same.
Emma chose to sit with her cousin on the train home and this didn't seem to sit well with Harry, who didn't like Draco at all. Of course this was a completely mutual feeling, as it was common knowledge that Draco felt the same way.
"I don't understand how you can hang around with those blood traitors." Draco grumbled as he slouched down in the seat.
"I'll assume that you're talking about the Weasley family and they're actually quite a lot better than you think." Emma replied as she flipped through a muggle book.
"Father doesn't like it at all. He thinks that you ought to be living with us." Draco stated and Emma snorted.
"A live in a world where I must put muggles, muggle-born and half-blood people down? I think I'll pass on that sort of life, thank you very much." Emma refuted as she turned the page of her book.
"You know, it might actually do you some good to live on the other side of the fence at some point. You've always had everything given to you so you really have no idea what it's like to work for what you want." She added as an afterthought, to which she received a snort.
"You also don't know what it's like to have a family that loves each other. Those blood traitors, as you call them, might not always get on well but they'll protect each other till the death. There's quite a lot about life that you will never be privy to because in all honesty, your life sucks." She continued as Draco starred at her with a look if total skepticism.
"My parents would die for me." Draco argued though he didn't sound all to convinced.
"And then what? If they died, who would stick up for you? Who would take care of you? Who would support you no matter what?" Emma countered as she looked up from her book.
"I've got plenty of friends who would help me." Draco mumbled.
"Blood is thicker than water, no matter how dirty you think it might be. Your Aunt Andromeda, her daughter Nymphadora and I are the only real family that you have left. I'll defend you no matter what because you're my family but I can't speak for anyone else." Emma stated as she tucked the book into her jacket pocket.
Draco starred at the floor and Emma decided that she might try to find Harry, Neville and the others. She could see that Draco was thinking and that a seed of doubt had been planted in his mind. The entire rest of the train ride flew by rather quickly and before they knew it, the train had reached Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Friends bid good bye to each other and through the usual hustle and bustle, Emma spied Draco being taken home by a house elf. She felt bad for him, to have such a lonely life. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Lupin, Ginny's tutor, had come to collect them from the station and by use of port key to get them home. All of them were glad to be home, though the summer that they faced would be far from easy.
Well that's the end of Year 1... I'm actually kind of relieved that this part is over because It seriously didn't flow very well. I've got so many ideas for the next few years, especially year three and beyond. Which is also why I've decided to break away from canon and quite possibly, the story line or at least just through Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban.
Please review as it keeps the dementors away... :)