Chapter 3- What Must Be Is Shown- Emily's Story
Ginny sighed, sitting down in a seat next to Emily. Her friend was very peculiar, very, very peculiar. Ginny had asked her friend so many questions about her past, and she asked why she hated Colin so much- surely their break up hadn't been that bad?
But Emily never answered a single question Ginny asked, just changed the subject quickly. But why?
My name is Emily Child, and I have a secret. I have sworn to my parents, and to Professor Dumbledore, that I would never tell this secret. I made an exception, and I discovered someone who understood me, for that someone had a similar secret.
I was born on the 11th of November, sixteen years ago. Yeah, so what? Heck, I'm tiny, there's no shame in that. I've always been tiny. When I was born, a month and a half before I was supposed to be, I weighed just five pounds, and I haven't changed much. I only weigh eighty-six pounds at the age of sixteen.
My hair is to my shoulders, black and limp. I hate it. I would give anything to have the pretty brown hair that my friend, Michelle had, but no, I'm stuck with this stuff.
My eyes, however, I don't hate. They are a bright emerald green, and if people didn't know better, they'd say I was related to Lily Potter.
But people know better. I was born after the death of the Potter's, and there is just no way at all. I just have her eyes, but hey, more than one person can have emerald eyes, can't they?
I knew I was a witch, for all the years before Hogwarts. But I never ever knew the secret.
The secret has given me abilities that others don't have. I'm not the only one with these abilities. My friend with the similar secret does, too, and so does Michelle.
I can see into the future. I can cause dreams to happen. I can see alternative ways of the future, and see the events that change it. I have the ability to seriously change the world. And I will, when the time is right.
But I have all this because I am related to Godric Gryffindor.
The boy and the girl conferred again.
"Emily, we're saved," the boy said.
"Yes, but we have to keep it that way. There's no guarantee that it will last between Michelle and Seamus, and if it doesn't, then we're doomed all over again."
"Don't be such a pessimist, Emily. Michelle's crazy about Seamus."
"Yes, but you can still tell that Seamus is hurting, still tell that he wishes something had not gone wrong between him and Ginny."
"He can tell that Ginny is crazy about Colin, and he knows that he just needs to get over it and move on. Seamus is smart, and he will try to adjust."
"Good point. Let's just pray that it lasts, pray that we live."
That was not the only secret. Ginny always asked me about it, asked me why I never talked about, said I needed to let it all out and express my hurt. But there was no hurt, only pure hatred against someone that was pure evil. He had an innocent look on the outside, and his 'I adore Harry, he's my hero,' act just made him seem less suspicious. But Colin Creevey was pure evil.
Yes, Colin Creevey, you heard me right. I, in my fourth or fifth year, I don't remember, I don't want to, dated Colin Creevey. He had seemed harmless, seemed awfully nice, and when we broke up, he had no idea why, had no clue that I knew, but I did.
I probably wouldn't have broken up with Colin, probably would have waited for him to break up with me, but my special abilities that let me see things let me know what had happened to Colin, why he was acting so strange.
He had fallen to the darkside. Colin had tried to fight it in his heart, but in his mind he was just too frightened, afraid that Voldemort would kill him. He surrendered. Colin Creevey was a servant of Lord Voldemort.
Colin was a nice guy, honest, but after I discovered his secret, I hated him, wished I had never met him. All I wanted was to forget that I had made the mistake of dating him.
Even more, I wanted to forget that someone who seemed so sweet would serve Voldemort, but I guess I should have known that he was too sweet, and that on the inside he was weak. But no matter how much I wanted to forget that he was evil, I made sure that I remembered, because I needed to protect my friends, needed to protect Hogwarts.
It was awful, knowing. I wanted to tell Dumbledore, but I had to wait until the time was right. I knew if I told too soon, bad things would happen, because I had seen them in my dreams.
I didn't want bad things to happen. But they were coming, whether I liked it or not.
Seamus flew perfectly that night at practice, and he wasn't the only one. The team had worked so hard, so much, that they were practically flawless. It was incredible how easily Christine had caught on to the patterns the Chasers used, and even more incredible was the fact that she had mastered them so quickly.
The Gryffindors were feeling confident, and they were ready for just about anything that would come. They knew that they could take on the Hufflepuffs tomorrow if they had to, yet there was still a week until the finals finally came.
Talent show was coming in a month, and in two weeks was the dance. Hogwarts was very busy as the end of the year came nearer and nearer. But the end of the year would not come without tragedy.
Michelle walked through the halls, zoning out once again. Erin was again talking endlessly about Tred, and Michelle wanted to rip her head off, as well as Tred's. Tred this, Tred that, Erin was one of her best friends, but boy, was she annoying.
She was planning on meeting Emily in the library this afternoon after her last class, and knew that something had happened, that a breakthrough had been made, but she did not want to admit it. She hated the idea of people she knew dying, but that was what was going to happen, and had to brace herself for it.
"Michelle," someone called, "Wait up!" She turned around, and there was Seamus. Michelle's heart still skipped a beat every time she saw him, and it was the most wonderful feeling, knowing that she was going to the dance with him.
"Hi, Seamus, what's up?" she said. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"I was wondering if you wanted to meet me in the Library after dinner, and work on our homework, or play chess or something," he said.
"That sounds great. I'll meet you then."
"Great." Seamus smiled. He was beginning to like Michelle a lot, and enjoyed spending time with her. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that she knew something he didn't, that she had a secret.
"Every little thing I do, never seems enough for you, you don't want to lose it again, but I'm not like them, baby when you finally, get to love somebody, guess what, it's gonna be me," sang the five Gryffindor boys.
Things were finally starting to come together, and their talent show act had promise. Everyone was excited, and they showed it.
"Wouldn't it be great to win?" said Dean, and the other's nodded. Their names would be the first on the Hogwarts Talent Show Trophy, and it would be amazing to have their name at the top of the list.
Red eyes, a ghostly pale face..... Hermione shuddered in her dream. She wished Harry would protect her, tell her everything would be okay, but she knew it wasn't. Voldemort had power, and she was horribly scared. Nothing would ever be the same again. She was in a pod with her cloest friends, and they were being led by Michelle. For some reason, they were in the Forbidden Forest. They came upon a clearing, and she saw Hagrid's hut. They were out of the forest. There he was, that horrible beast known as Voldemort. At his feet were two bodies.
Hermione woke up screaming before she saw who the bodies belonged to. She didn't want to know.
In the room for the sixth year, Emily heard the screams and smiled. Hermione had received her warning of what was to come.