Chapter Eleven
The Other Secret
The next day Harry walked down the steps into the common room at about eleven. He was up late, even after he went to bed, he laid awake till the sun was coming up. Everyone else was up, or so it looked.
Hermione and Ron were sitting on a couch. Ginny was on the floor talking with Neville. Katie, George, Fred, Emily, Dean, and Seamus were all crowded in a corner. Lavender and Parvati were fixing each other's hair.
"Morning sunshine," Emily called, looking up from whatever it was she had in her hands. She winked at him.
Harry took a seat next to Ron on the couch.
"So what's going on?" Harry asked. "What are they looking at over there?" Harry pointed to where Emily and the others were standing.
"Well this morning Emily came down and informed us that it was New Year's Eve," Ron said. "So she decided that we were going to have a party in the common room."
"Em never slows down does she?" Hermione asked.
"Not really," Harry replied.
Emily clapped her hands together and the room got quiet. She grinned.
"Fred, George, and I have decided that tonight we're going to have a party," Emily said. "Everyone be here at nine." Everyone nodded.
"She's good at planning things, isn't she?" Hermione said. Harry nodded and headed towards the Great Hall for lunch. He walked down a hallway and was almost there when he heard someone behind him. He turned around to see Emily.
"Hi," she said. Harry grinned.
"Great idea," Harry said. "None of the rest of us would have planned anything."
"I try," she replied. Before Harry knew what was going on, Emily grabbed his arm and dragged him into an empty classroom. She leaned down and kissed him.
"Is that better than lunch?" she asked raising her eyebrows. Harry nodded. He kissed her back. "Besides you're not supposed to be out wondering alone, we have to go in groups remember?" Harry grinned at Emily. Harry was about to kiss Emily again when they heard someone enter the classroom; they hurry up and hid underneath a desk.
"Do we have everything planned?" a male voice said.
"Yeah, I think so," someone replied. It was Professor Snape.
"The girl, she, isn't going to know what's happening," the other man said slowly. Emily gave Harry a look. She furrowed her brow and crept back towards a desk. She bumped into a chair creating a crash.
"What the hell?" Snape asked. Harry hid in a nearby cabinet, but Emily was nowhere to be seen. Harry heard a hiss and yelling. When the yelling subsided, he walked cautiously into the hallway. The only thing he saw was a tiny little black cat running down the hallway.
Later that day, Harry found Ron and Hermione. He told them about the conversation he and Emily had overheard and then Emily's disappearance. Hermione looked at him thoughtfully.
"Emily has a secret right?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron nodded. "It's about her dad, but I think that there's something else."
"Like about her mum or something?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Hermione said. "Here mom's name was Bess Stephens correct?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Ron replied.
"Well lets go look her up," Hermione said. The three of them went to the library and spent most of the day there.
"You know, I've figured out our problem," Hermione said. "We're looking up British witches!" They headed off towards the small American Wizardry Section.
"What about this?" Ron asked, holding up "Death Eaters in America: Fact or Fiction?".
"That's good," Harry said. The three of them sat down around it and flipped through it. The stopped when they came this page:
Death Eaters were not common in America, but in fact there were some there. The most famous, also the most powerful, and later traitor to Lord Voldermort was in fact a witch by the name of Bess Stephen.
The three of them looked at each other in shock.
The Other Secret
The next day Harry walked down the steps into the common room at about eleven. He was up late, even after he went to bed, he laid awake till the sun was coming up. Everyone else was up, or so it looked.
Hermione and Ron were sitting on a couch. Ginny was on the floor talking with Neville. Katie, George, Fred, Emily, Dean, and Seamus were all crowded in a corner. Lavender and Parvati were fixing each other's hair.
"Morning sunshine," Emily called, looking up from whatever it was she had in her hands. She winked at him.
Harry took a seat next to Ron on the couch.
"So what's going on?" Harry asked. "What are they looking at over there?" Harry pointed to where Emily and the others were standing.
"Well this morning Emily came down and informed us that it was New Year's Eve," Ron said. "So she decided that we were going to have a party in the common room."
"Em never slows down does she?" Hermione asked.
"Not really," Harry replied.
Emily clapped her hands together and the room got quiet. She grinned.
"Fred, George, and I have decided that tonight we're going to have a party," Emily said. "Everyone be here at nine." Everyone nodded.
"She's good at planning things, isn't she?" Hermione said. Harry nodded and headed towards the Great Hall for lunch. He walked down a hallway and was almost there when he heard someone behind him. He turned around to see Emily.
"Hi," she said. Harry grinned.
"Great idea," Harry said. "None of the rest of us would have planned anything."
"I try," she replied. Before Harry knew what was going on, Emily grabbed his arm and dragged him into an empty classroom. She leaned down and kissed him.
"Is that better than lunch?" she asked raising her eyebrows. Harry nodded. He kissed her back. "Besides you're not supposed to be out wondering alone, we have to go in groups remember?" Harry grinned at Emily. Harry was about to kiss Emily again when they heard someone enter the classroom; they hurry up and hid underneath a desk.
"Do we have everything planned?" a male voice said.
"Yeah, I think so," someone replied. It was Professor Snape.
"The girl, she, isn't going to know what's happening," the other man said slowly. Emily gave Harry a look. She furrowed her brow and crept back towards a desk. She bumped into a chair creating a crash.
"What the hell?" Snape asked. Harry hid in a nearby cabinet, but Emily was nowhere to be seen. Harry heard a hiss and yelling. When the yelling subsided, he walked cautiously into the hallway. The only thing he saw was a tiny little black cat running down the hallway.
Later that day, Harry found Ron and Hermione. He told them about the conversation he and Emily had overheard and then Emily's disappearance. Hermione looked at him thoughtfully.
"Emily has a secret right?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron nodded. "It's about her dad, but I think that there's something else."
"Like about her mum or something?" Harry asked.
"Exactly," Hermione said. "Here mom's name was Bess Stephens correct?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah," Ron replied.
"Well lets go look her up," Hermione said. The three of them went to the library and spent most of the day there.
"You know, I've figured out our problem," Hermione said. "We're looking up British witches!" They headed off towards the small American Wizardry Section.
"What about this?" Ron asked, holding up "Death Eaters in America: Fact or Fiction?".
"That's good," Harry said. The three of them sat down around it and flipped through it. The stopped when they came this page:
Death Eaters were not common in America, but in fact there were some there. The most famous, also the most powerful, and later traitor to Lord Voldermort was in fact a witch by the name of Bess Stephen.
The three of them looked at each other in shock.