"I know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for..."
She sat under Dumbledore's gaze, fidgeting slightly. She had long ago graduated and left Hogwarts, but the Headmaster had always made her feel as though she was 16 again and had been caught making out behind the Quidditch stands.
"So, are you sure you want the job? Defense Against the Dark Arts seems to be a bit cursed."
She nodded, "Yeah I want it. It's all I really have. The kids are gone, and I know I could find them, but everyone thinks I'm dead. I heard about Sirius's escape. I really hope he's doing okay. From what you told me, he hasn't had it easy. But, if anyone can do it, he can. He always was a survivor."
Dumbledore grinned, "It's just so odd seeing you again. Even I thought you were dead. But, anyway, welcome aboard Professor Black."
Liz grinned. It was the first time in fourteen years she had been called that and not felt ashamed. She knew her husband was innocent. And finally, some one else knew it too.
When the embrace was over, it was Sirius that pulled away first. For a moment, all he could do was stare at his daughter in shock. He ran the back of his hand down her cheek, as if making sure she was really there, that she wasn't another dream. He didn't think he could have handled that. After several moments, he was the one that broke the silence, "Emily. Do you know who I am?"
His daughter smiled and it was one that he recognized as his own. "Yes, Dad, I know who you are."
He nodded sadly, "I know you must have questions, where I've been the last fourteen years…"
She cut him off by, much to his shock, shaking her head. "I have no questions, none that need to be answered right now. You would have been there if you could have been. It's not your fault. That's good enough for now."
Several days later, the two Black's had just arrived at the Burrow. From Heathrow airport they had taken a Portkey to the Weasley household. Molly and Arthur were expecting them. It was the middle of the night, but Sirius could see a candle burning softly in the window, welcoming them. Opening the door quietly, they entered the kitchen to see both Molly and Arthur sitting at the table, talking quietly.
"Arthur, Molly," Sirius nodded his head in greeting, "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Emily. Emily this is Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." The three shook hands before Emily asked if she could go to bed. The past few days' events had been very tiring and it was just now catching up with her. As she made her way up the stairs and let herself into the room she was told to go to, she could hear the three adults talking. However, it seemed to be things that her dad had already told her about, so for the first time in years, she drifted off to sleep, with no worries to terrorize her dreams.
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"Who is she? Mum said a girl would be staying with us until school started, and that she would be coming with us, but nothing to who she was or why." Said a male voice. It wasn't her father, nor was it Mr. Weasley.
"She looks really familiar. Like I've seen her somewhere before, but I just can't put my finger on it." Came another male voice, this one also unfamiliar. The two voices seemed to be those of boys. Probably about her age, having just recently finished going through puberty. Sighing, Emily rolled over and opened her eyes, expecting just about anything.
She was a little shocked though. Standing above her were two boys who looked to be about her age. 'Harry and Ron' her stuffy, tired brain told her, recalling some of the things her dad had told her about. The one on the left was the taller of the two with red hair and freckles, with long gangly arms, as if he wasn't done growing yet. The other boy was only two or three inches shorter, with messy black hair that wouldn't lie down on his head. From her position on the floor, she could see that under his messy bangs was a scar, shaped like a lightening bolt. He had brilliant green eyes, the brilliancy somewhat dimmed but not hidden behind his round glasses.
Rubbing her blurry eyes, she brought the two into focus and said, "You guys must be Harry and Ron. Since you've woken me up, would you mind telling me what time it is?"
Harry glanced at his watch and told her that it was a little after ten am. Groaning, she sat up and ran a hand through her hair, while sticking the other out as if to shake. "Hey, I'm Emily. Yes I will be going to school with you this year, and before you ask me any questions, I don't know the answer, so lets just go downstairs and you can ask my dad." With that she got up and made her way out the bedroom door and down the stairs to the kitchen. The two boys turned to look at each other, mouths agape in surprise, then hurried to catch up with her.
When they got downstairs, Emily was already sitting at the table, two blueberry scones and a glass of milk in front of her. Sitting in various other places at the table were five men, three of whom they did not recognize. The other two were Remus and Sirius, the latter of who looked very comfortable for a wanted man. 'So,' Harry thought to himself, 'the only question is, which of those three men is her dad?' Looking to Ron, he could see his friend was thinking much the same thing. Neither boy noticed the resemblance between the new girl and Harry's godfather.
TBC
Author's Note:Haha left you with a cliff hanger, well, kind of. But anyways, I hope to have the next part out very soon. And once again, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
I would also like to send thanks to the following people:
Crystallina Potter
herm
Becca the Evil
Ginny :)
Those are the only people who have reviewed as of right now, ad because
of that I love them very much;)
And Ginny, I suppose Emily is a bit of a Mary Sue, but not majorly.
We have the same name, and share some of our faults, but that's about it.
And don't worry, her character will have faults. Well, until next
time,
