A/N: So in case you're wondering, Prologue: Emily POV. Act 1: Harry POV. Act 2: Emily POV. So this next bit is all in Emily's POV. We'll have some flashbacks to explore her previous emotions and reactions to certain things.

Act 2: Redemption of Sin

Chapter 8

Loving You is All I Do

"What are you talking ab... Where are we?"

Emily smiled. At least he didn't totally ignore his new setting. "We are inside of the girl's bathroom on the second floor of Hogwart's castle. The bathroom that hides the Chamber of Secrets. Its June 13th, 1943, by the way."

She watched him process her words. His surroundings were certainly recognizable, but the real proof would be her notably younger appearance. "How did we get here?" Noting his use of we, it was clear that he'd yet to separate her from the Voldemort he'd just been facing off against.

Emily sat down in the stall, on the floor next to him. "Do you want the long answer? Or the really long answer?"

She watched him roll his eyes. He was remarkably calm for someone who was in close quarters with the woman who, to him, only moments ago was about to kill him. Then again, from what Grindlewald had told her, before Harry's arrival here, he'd been horribly tortured to the brink of death. Her magic had snatched him away from his grisly fate, certainly, but with that incident so fresh in his mind, she was uncertain just what was going through his head.

"I've got about sixty some odd years to kill, so why not the really long one." His sardonic tone told her nothing. From their previous interactions, Emily knew Harry's humor mostly relied on sarcasm and snark, whereas her's relied on demeaning and mocking others.

Emily shrugged. "As I'm sure you already know, Harry, this year was very eventful for me. It culminated with the death of Myrtle Warren, which as far as time goes, happened minutes ago. Her body vanished when you arrived. It's bound to cause a stir, but what's done is done. I'll take care of it. It was a complete accident, by the way. I had only wanted to play with my basilisk, and the girl wasn't supposed to be in here. The fool poked her head out of the stall at the worst time and caught the snake's gaze."

"Wait... are you telling me you didn't mean to kill her?" His disbelief was easy to see.

"Of course not, Harry. She's a student here. With Albus Dumbledore watching me like a hawk, I can't exactly afford for corpses to suddenly appear."

She watched as he mulled over her words. To be completely fair, she was very worried that Harry would attack her. Now that he was not plagued by the grief of killing her, he should still hold great resentment towards her. She expected them to come to blows sooner than later and had been thinking of ways to escape him should the need arise. The young man may not have her magic power, but he was a fighter. As he'd once told her, he could 'kick her ass' and Emily believed that he could still do so easily.

"Anyway, I may have gone a little unhinged when I realized she was dead. I lost control of my magic and, well, here you are."

He stared at her for several seconds, clearly waiting for more. She didn't speak a word and just smiled at him.

"You... accidentally pulled me through time? Am I understanding that right?"

She nodded. "Apparently, you are the closest person to me throughout my entire life, so you were the person my magic stole away. Or so that's what I've been told."

Harry looked puzzled. "What do you mean told? And hold on, are you saying that you're not Voldemort? You're... well, you, but you haven't gone dark yet?"

Emily shrugged. "Depends on your definition, I suppose." Revealing the ring on her finger to him, she saw the understanding dawn on his face and his features hardened. "The only man I ever really loved told me that I am a bad girl who will always do bad things. But he expected great things from me as well. Good things."

"Creating one of those isn't really the mark of a good person, Voldemort. And why me? Why didn't your magic pull that guy you loved to you?" Emily took note of the blatant disbelief on his face. She had already been informed that in Harry's time, Voldemort had not been capable of love. She figured if she brought out the 'L' word soon after their meeting, Harry would be less likely to jump to the cold-blooded killer ending. She didn't think could make a third reset.

Emily pursed her lips. "Do refrain from that moniker. We both know that I am not Voldemort. It is possible that I may one day become her, but that day is long off." Perhaps he didn't know this, yet. But she wanted to drive a harsh divide between herself, and this Voldemort he knew from his time.

"Emily, then. Whatever. How'd you get that horcrux? If it wasn't from killing Myrtle, then what did you do?" He pressed further with his questions, but Emily wasn't going to have that.

Emily shook her head. "Nope, not gonna happen."

Harry looked at her confused. "What are going on about?"

"You don't get to ask all the questions here. I get some too. Agreed?" She might as well take the first step in fixing Harry's mistakes now. In his second time meeting her, he had immediately assumed the role of a parental figure to her. It may not have been his intention, but it was how things had turned out. He took responsibility for her and her actions. Also, because she was very emotionally weak, he had to pick up her shattered pieces and put her back together. Though his decision at that time was necessary, he had placed himself in a position of power over her. In complete fairness, she'd let him do so, but still it put further strain on their emerging relationship. This time, she'd keep things as equal as possible, perhaps even take control in certain areas.

She watched as he thought for a moment and nodded. "Good. First question, how do you think I got this horcrux?"

Harry scoffed. "Really? That's your question?" He gave a sigh. "I know the ring is a Gaunt heirloom. Dumbledore and I figured you made that one when you killed your muggle father and framed your uncle for his and his family's deaths."

Excellent. This Harry was certainly not as opposed to revealing information to her as the other one. But then again, this Harry was not as particularly concerned about her physical and emotional well-being.

Emily nodded. "Well, to answer your question, I got this horcrux when I killed my Uncle Morfin. He was planning on killing the man I mentioned to you earlier. So, I took care of him first. Purely a defensive killing, though I certainly had no regrets. Morfin was a twisted cretin."

When Harry nodded his head, Emily wondered if he always knew that Morfin was that way, or if the other him had been lying to her again. Emily made to ask another question, but before she could speak, Harry held up his hand to stop her. "Look, as surreal as this situation is, if we're going to play twenty questions, I don't want to lay down on the floor for an hour."

Emily figured he had to be uncomfortable in the position he was in. "Alright. We both know a room that will suit our needs. Can you cast a disillusionment charm on yourself as you make your way through the castle? Or do should I cast it for you?"

When he shot her a patronizing look, she shrugged. "You're not a student here, Harry. You can't afford to be seen. Meet me in the room as soon as possible. Think of one with privacy that only we can enter. You'll get there before me, what with your knowledge of the castle's secret passageways. I'll make my way there." With that, Emily simply left the stall and the bathroom all together.

Part of her held a bit of fear that Harry Potter might run off. Maybe, he might run straight to Dumbledore? But she was willing to place her sickles on his curiosity. He wouldn't just 'want', he would need to know more about the 'Voldemort' who was capable of love. She wondered just how she'd field the eventual question on the identity of the person she loved. Surely, he wouldn't take it well if she told him that it was his past incarnation in this time. Even if she lied a bit and explained that her love for him was that of family, he'd still balk at the idea. Still, Harry knew her better than anyone, and he was bound to pick up on certain things eventually. Should she just take a gamble? Or play it safe?

Her internal musings were cut off by a soft cough to her left. Looking over, completely calm, she caught sight of the headmaster.

"Hello, Headmaster Dippet." The old man nodded to her greeting. If there was one thing to be said about Armando Dippet, it would pertain to his unfaltering smile. Emily hadn't seen the man frown at her since her second year, with the whole neutering fiasco. That was the last year she'd gotten into any significant trouble.

"A bit late for a patrol, is it not, Ms. Riddle?" Prying as always, though he was not as intrusive as the transfiguration professor.

"You caught me, sir. I had a bad dream that woke me up. I was pretty unsettled, so I decided to take a late patrol. I know it's a bit of an abuse of privilege, but considering the recent going ons, I figured it wouldn't hurt." Not that there would be another heir of Slytherin attack tonight, considering she'd probably bruised her basilisk's feelings pretty badly. Still, it was as convenient excuse as any and she knew that Dippet had a soft spot for her. He thought it was terrible that such a gifted little girl had no family. She didn't mind pulling at those heartstrings, so long as the puppet did the correct routine.

"Well, finish it soon Ms. Riddle. Normally such an action would be fine, but with all these incidents this year... well, some of us are very worried about the future of the school. Take care and I will see you tomorrow at breakfast."

As the headmaster wondered off, Emily Riddle disillusioned herself. She'd been careless, allowed her mind to wander. She couldn't zone in too heavily on Harry, lest she become ignorant of her surroundings. In reality, it was not a good thing that Dippet had seen her. With Myrtle's disappearance, and her lurking the halls, she was worried someone might connect the two. With a measure of security in place, Emily resumed her walk. Decided to think on more pleasant matters, Emily took a different trip into her memories as her feet led her to the seventh floor.

It was a guilty pleasure of hers, in truth. But to Emily, who rarely found a person attractive, she tended to dwell heavily on the moments when they appeared. In the past, she only ever felt a thrill when she had a boy at her mercy. But the sexual desire and pleasure she derived from those times were... incomplete. She certainly felt sexual satisfaction from causing pain, but she'd never realized just how hollow those emotions were. Until she dueled and lost to Harry Potter. His movements as he slipped between her spells was easily the most erotic dance she'd ever witnessed. If she could, she'd chain him up in a room and have him dance for her again, weaving in and out of her curses. But acknowledging a person as sexually appealing wasn't strange, even if they happened to be a family member, right?

Biting into her bottom lip, she took a deep breath when her brain turned to the Imperius curse incident. Just the memory caused a deep ache inside of her. This was the moment when she realized her feeling for Harry were not the normal feelings cousins should hold for one another. The euphoria the Imperius curse pumped into her mind came did not remain in her head as she'd learned in months ago in defense. It flooded her entire body, making her entire body feel feverish and drugged. When she'd run the knife across her hand, her knees had gone weak, and she'd desperately hoped that he'd order her to do something... taboo. But high and mighty Harry Potter wouldn't blatantly take pleasure in teaching her something important, so he had to go and ruin everything with his self-righteous lesson on all things good and bad. As though she didn't know better.

Perhaps if her Uncle Morfin hadn't delicately rammed the thought of sex with Harry into her head, she'd never have given the act much thought. But she was a teenaged girl who spent an excessive amount of time alone with a man she physically desired. Perhaps her failed seduction was an eventual certainty, as opposed to merely a possibility. Though, to discern the exact point where her emotions altered was still difficult. It was possible that she'd always seen Harry as a man, and not as family. What would she know about the feelings of family when she had none of her own? Rousing herself from her deep ponderings, she realized that she'd arrived at her location. Opening the conjured door, Emily walked into the spacious room.

"Accio Wand." The spell was not particularly unexpected, and Emily watched calmly as her Yew wand whizzed out of her robes and into Harry's hand. Of course, the elder wand was immune to such charms. She gave him a look that told him he was trying her patience and he just shrugged. Her libido receded in a rush; he was back to being an idiot again.

"Just trying to be cautious."

"Harry, if I wanted you dead, then you would have died back in the bathroom." Emily rubbed her brow slowly. Really, he seemed far more dense in this timeline than he had in the last.

"True, but there is a lot that I don't really understand. Things that aren't adding up. I'm just being careful that when I start asking questions you don't want to answer, I don't have to dodge a hex."

Emily shrugged. It mattered little. She had every intention of catching him up, in one way or another. And if she could pry information out of him, then it would only be to her benefit. The only question was on how she'd manipulate the information to her favor.

"My turn, then. Seeing as we going to be cautious, prove to me that you are really Harry Potter. What is my father's full name?"

Harry shrugged, "Tom Riddle. A giant asshole, if I've ever heard of one."

Emily held in her smile. She was surprised that her mother would have chosen her father's name, though with what she knew now, they had apparently been married for a time. Tom Riddle... she'd pay the man a visit at one point. With absolutely no one even remotely liking the man, he'd do well enough for her second horcrux.

"Very well, it does seem as though you are who you say you are. Your turn."

Harry nodded and sat down on one of the room various chairs. Emily looked around as he mulled over his question. There were approximately twenty different places to sit, all different. She assumed he'd asked the room for many, so she'd find a seat that suited her.

"How do you know who I am?"

Emily didn't bother answering, just walked right up to him. His stare grew nervous the closer she got, but once there was almost no space in between her body and his legs, she watched his face calm. She wondered what he was thinking. Stepping to the side, she motioned him to stand. He looked at her in confusion, but he did so slowly, still careful of her movements. After he was standing, she slowly walked around him, moved his chair slightly to the left, and took it for herself.

"Well, isn't that the million-galleon question, Mr. Potter." His look was highly affronted as she lounged back in his chair in a languish display of comfort. She didn't pause for a moment. "You see, Mr. Potter, there are, many ways I can answer this question. Some ways would involve lies; others would be half-truths. But to keep it simple, we've been here before."

Harry, still standing before her, sighed. "Can you give me a bit more than that?"

She nodded, "If you'd like. When I first brought you back in time, you killed me. In a rather brutal way, considering what the action did to you. You never explained when you told me of it later, but you did tell me you hurt me. And that you broke... us. Somehow, you managed to alter time and start our second attempt." She watched as his gaze hardened. She wondered if he had considered killing her this time. Was he still?

"Of course, I assume you must have raped me and then beat me to death. It would explain why you couldn't bear to touch me the second time." When he opened his mouth to deny her assumption, she waved it off. But she did admit, it was good to see him squirm. "No harm, no foul. I won't damn you for something neither one of us did or had to experience. That Emily is dead, and that Harry chose to die, rather than live with the guilt. Which is why I came back. To fix your mistakes."

Harry had closed his mouth, but she could see he was very conflicted. "If this is our second... our third attempt, then why ask me to prove who I am?"

Emily's mood soured. Perhaps he was still clever. Deciding to be honest, she replied, "Because you refused to tell me of my father last time. You were very, very protective of me, Harry. Anything that you thought might hurt me, you denied me. You wanted to fix me, your broken little dark lord. But you were willing to lie to me to do so, and you lied so much." At this, she pointed a wagging finger at his face. "Should you lie to me again, I will have my revenge on you, are we clear?"

Harry nodded, absent-minded. Emily wanted a more concrete answer, but was willing to let it slide, eager to get to her next question. "What exactly is your relationship with Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry shrugged, "It's hard to define. Before he died, he was my mentor, certainly. Perhaps even a sort of father figure. He was definitely my protector. Dumbledore's always been hard to put a label on, but you most certainly hated him. Feared him too. You tried very hard to get a classmate of mine to kill him for you, but that plan failed."

This was interesting. Albus had taken on a role for Harry that he did not do for Emily. Did the man see Harry as better than she? Or was the man trying to prevent a repeat of his own mistakes? Emily scoffed at her own thoughts, there was no way Harry could become a repeat of her. He was far too good. Even the one time he'd gone bad, he had chosen to die for her rather than live to find redemption. Guilt plagued him far too much for him to ever become a monster.

"What are you going to do about Myrtle's death?" This question was problematic for her. Surely Harry would want her to take responsibility for the outcome of her actions.

"Bear in mind, Harry, I will not allow myself to be expelled from Hogwarts." Emily gave a sigh. "I will permanently seal the Chamber, however, and I will kill the basilisk personally. That is all I can offer you."

Though she knew that wasn't enough to move past the death of an innocent, if incredibly annoying, girl, Harry nodded and motioned to her that the next question was hers.

"What do you think I should do about Myrtle's death?" The question must have caught him off guard and Harry was pensive as he really put some thought into his answer. This was the second question that Emily had turned back onto Harry, but she wanted to know how he thought. The only way she'd find out, would be through questions like these.

"I'd go to Dumbledore. He'd protect you to the best of his ability. And confessing what happened is the right thing to do." Emily shrugged.

"The good thing, perhaps. But the right thing? Not for me. Azkaban is not the place for someone as young as I am, Harry. Perhaps, had the death been intentional, I'd agree with you in principle." Aware that her answer probably offended Harry sense of morality, she framed it in a way he could understand better. "Could you sentence me to twenty years to the delicate care of Dementors for an accident?" She watched as a pained look crossed his face, and she wondered who was it that he knew that had been sentenced to Azkaban. He seemed to brush past the memory, though, and he continued their game.

"Who is the person you loved?" She'd wondered when he'd get to this one. It took longer than she'd expected.

"He's also a hard man to define." She echoed Harry's answer to her question on Dumbledore. Emily was of two minds on answering this question. She could be honest, or she could beat around the bush and avoid it.

In Emily's mind, it was already a forgone conclusion as to what Harry Potter was to her. He was the only person who had ever accepted all of her, the good and the bad. Even Grindlewald had only ever wanted her power, and simply chose to deal with the rest of her out of necessity. But Harry... Harry was special. He didn't run from her when she started flaying the werewolf. He didn't run from her when she tried to torch Paris. He still remained when she confessed to murdering her uncle. He stayed, in part out of guilt, certainly, but she believed he'd make the same decision again.

Only Harry could give her what she wanted; the desire to be loved. All she had to do was make him fall for her. She already knew that, in some way, he found her attractive. He'd admitted that the moment before he passed. With the attraction of the body already a given, all she had to do was attract his mind. Something she felt she could manage as well, boys being such simple creatures, after all.

Of course, Emily couldn't discount her own feelings in this matter either. From the very first moment, she found his green eyes hypnotizing. His body was lithe, and he had a good ten or so centimeters on her. His messy black hair had always screamed dangerous to her, and she knew he could be with a wand. He was so powerful, too. And despite Emily's own formidable might, she was so very weak to him when it came to his strength. He might not have had the overwhelming magic that she, Grindlewald, or Dumbledore had, but he was fast. He could trounce her in a fight and that spoke volumes to her. It demanded a certain level of respect, something she doubted she'd afford him otherwise, considering his tendency to lie.

Harry was patient as she thought about her answer. After a moment, she looked at him, and decided to test the waters. Find out what exactly he wanted to hear. "Why are you so interested in my love life, anyway? That's rather private, wouldn't you say?"

Harry made a face that she found hard to understand. A mix between embarrassment and morbid curiosity. "Well, from what I'm aware, he didn't exist in my timeline. Well, Dumbledore didn't know about him, anyway. I figure you two met here at Hogwarts, so he should've known about it with how close an eye he kept on you."

Emily nodded. "We did meet here at Hogwarts. The time we spent together was short. His departure was painful, but I am hoping to find him again."

She'd remained vague, hoping that he'd be annoyed with her not really answering her question, but was surprised that he simply nodded. "I hope you do. Really."

How sickeningly noble of him, to wish for her happiness. Emily glared at him. "Oh, I know where he is. I'm just worried he's too much of an idiot to see me sitting in front of him." Waiting for the shoe to fall, she paid close attention to his expression.

It was fun to watch his confusion, but it was also painfully wearing on her nerves. "You said he left, didn't you? What... did he come back?"

"Ugh, no you daft monkey, I did."

She watched as he became completely lost in the conversation. "When the fuck did you leave Hogwarts?"

"Not come back to Hogwarts, you imbecile. I came back in time."

"Then that would mean you love..." As he trailed off, she finally saw the comprehension dawn on his face, only to be replaced immediately with denial. "Oh no. No. No. No." Harry walked away from her but before he could make it to the door, she had already drawn the elder wand. As though he could sense the magic of her impending spell, he turned and jumped to the side as she made the door to the room vanish.

"Relax, I'm not going to hex you... yet."

Harry nodded quickly and gave her a fake smile. "Yeah, cool. Cuz, I'm about one more bullshit story away from hexing you."

Emily stood up from her chair, and marched over to him, shedding her robe as she did so. Stopping short, she spread her arms wide and gave a full circle turn. "I had you wishing for just a taste of this, Potter." Perhaps this was a white lie, a dying man's words weren't the most reliable things to bet on. The Hogwart's uniform wasn't the most attractive set of garments either, but she didn't have anything better on hand and she was hoping to prove a point.

When Harry averted his eyes, she wanted to let out a small victory cheer. Clearly, there was some sort of attraction there. That, or the man was just a prude. Holding on to her composure, she asked him, "Don't think of me as the Dark Lord Voldemort, Harry. And I'm not asking you to jump my bones. You don't even know me." She turned walked back to her chair, picking up and donning her robe as she went.

"We shared something incredibly special, when you were here last, Harry. But it was poisonous. Toxic. Bound to die. I couldn't fix you, and you knew it. So, you forced me to come back in time and try things with a you that wasn't quite so... broken." Emily tapped her wand against the arm of the chair, waiting for him to say anything to what she'd just revealed to him.

After a moment, Harry came back to the center of the room, sitting down in another chair. She took special notice when his eyes locked onto the wand she was toying with. It was very clear that he recognized it. "You said I forced you to come back. What do you mean?" But apparently, he had more important questions.

Emily gave a small laugh, "What do you think it means? You let yourself get killed. And you knew I needed you." Emily felt a seething anger bubbling in her stomach. "You knew I needed you, so as you laid there, dying in my arms, you told me to fix your mistakes. What was I supposed to do, Harry? You were my rock. My foundation, the only thing that kept me sane after what I had been going through." The emotions violently pushed forth and with a shout, Emily cast an explosion charm at the wall. She completely released all of her restraints and let the room have it. As the magic neared the wall, she and Harry watched the walls bow away from the magic, like a stick being bent backwards. In fact, all the walls, the ceiling and even the floor too were warping in a strange way.

With a loud crack, Emily and Harry found themselves outside of the room, the door nowhere to be found. Her anger somewhat abated, Emily let out a sigh, turning to Harry. "I came back, Harry Potter, because I love you. You can be a terrible man whose can do terrible things to me, but that's just why we are so well suited to be together."

Harry looked into her eyes for several moments, before looking away. Emily watched as he scratched the back of his head, eyes fixed on the area they'd just left. Emily waited with bated breath, hoping that he would accept her feelings. She needed him to at least give her a chance.

"I think you just destroyed the room." Finally, Emily lost her patience and hexed him. An overpowered boil hex at his thighs caused massive, painful boils to form on his skin and put excessive pressure on his bits. Dropping to the floor with a scream that turn into a pained groan, Emily summoned her wand from his robes. Her hex was pure malice and she watched in glee as he rolled around on the floor. The show lasted almost a full minute before he reversed her spell.

"You're such a bitch." He breathlessly cursed her, standing at an angle with his hands on his knees.

"You deserved it. I pour my heart out to you, and you completely shrug it off." Emily was not going to be made to feel guilty over this one. She felt justified on all accounts.

"Well, what were you expecting? Did you want me to just, shag you against the wall? Two hours ago, the you from the future was murdering me, Emily. Now I'm receiving a love confession from the present you now, and I need... I need to fucking process this shit. And when I try to do the kind thing, and avoid answering, you hex my balls."

"The kind thing, Harry, would have been to say that in the first place. You didn't. You, sir, have the emotional sensitivity of a teaspoon." Emily dressed him down, hoping that he'd apologize for the way he'd just handled her heart, but she received the opposite.

When Harry burst out laughing, she couldn't help but look at him strangely. She was sure that had been an insult. Perhaps it was some sort of slang in his time to mean something else. "I was insulting you, you know." When he nodded that he understood, she was even more confused.

After wiping his eyes, Harry took deep breath. "Sorry. My two best friends had a conversation very similar to this, and it caught me off guard."

"Ah, I see." Well, that made sense.

"Yeah, Hermione was always giving Ron flack for something or other. They died a few months ago. It... it's been a struggle, but I guess now they'll live normal lives." Harry had a wistful look in his eye, and Emily was unhappy. But the nature of her emotions was not reasonable, of course. Her anger was directed at this Hermione woman that Harry was pining over.

"This... Hermione girl... was she pretty?" She did her best to act as uncaring as possible, but Harry was so wrapped up in his memories, he didn't put any thought into her question.

"Not really, no. She was as plain as the Jane in her name. But when she wanted to, she could turn every single head in a room. I remember at the Yule Ball, she dres- Ow!"

Emily, who started out very happy at the beginning of his answer, quickly stepped onto his foot. Hard. "No need to regale me with your partners of the past, Harry. Must you be so heartless." Not even bothering to apologize for stomping on his foot, Emily moved further down the corridor. They were a little too exposed here.

"Partner? Partner in crime, maybe. But Hermione was in love with Ron. I doubt she ever saw me as a member of the opposite sex. Hell, sometimes I wonder if she saw me as anything more than a lost puppy."

Filing that information away for later use, Emily turned them into a small alcove. Of course, all of these secluded alcoves had paintings in them, to prevent any students from fooling around, but the image of Scarsdrit the Sorceror was gone. The man was always making fun of Sir Cadagen down the hall and was never at his post.

"Are you sad that you can't return to other friends in your time?"

Harry scoffed at her. "They're dead. The lot of them. It was an all-out war, Emily. You were ruthless. I did my very best, but... I couldn't even save myself, much less my friends."

Emily placed a hand on his back, rubbing him soothingly. She was surprised when he didn't flinch, before she reminded herself that this Harry was not afraid of her touch.

"I believe it best that we end our talk here for the night. Do you have a place to stay?" She knew Harry was resourceful, and as an orphan teenager, she didn't exactly have anything to offer him. Well, in all honesty, she knew she could be persuaded in sharing her bed, but her year mates would rat her out sooner than the Sorting Hat could break into song.

Harry was silent, and it made Emily curious as to what was going through his head. When he rubbed his eyes, she understood that he must be extremely tired. "Yeah, I can probably take care of that. Goodbye, Emily."

At his words, Emily was miffed that he would so easily leave. He'd still done nothing about her confession, either. Not happy to let things end like this, Emily spoke up before he got out of earshot.

"Harry!"

When he turned to look at her, she gave him what she hoped to be her best smile. "I know you're not certain about us. I understand that. But remember, you can't run from me. From what I've gathered from your future, I have a knack of hunting you down." With that said, she gave him a cheery wave, and he put a hand over his eyes, groaning. Flipping her a middle finger, he continued down the hall and turned out of sight.

With a bounce in her step, Emily reapplied her disillusionment charm and made her way to the dungeons. It would be refreshing to sleep in her own bed for a night.