Chapter Twelve
You Are Only Fifteen
Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked up to the Gryffindor common room. They heard shouting and Fred was looking bewildered.
"I tried to stop him," he muttered. "George just lost it." Harry and Hermione ran up the steps to where the yelling was coming from. The stood in the staircase where they couldn't be seen.
"George, I didn't tell him anything!" Emily yelled.
"Why should I believe you?" George yelled back.
"George, I don't know anything myself, I swear you're the only one who knows," she replied. There was a long break, where neither of them said anything, but they could here someone sobbing.
"Look, I'm sorry," George finally said. "I'll still help you try to find out about your mum and dad. It's just that you know how I feel, and you hanging out with Harry hasn't helped."
Harry and Hermione shared puzzled looks.
"George knows?" Ron asked.
"Well, he doesn't know know, in fact, I don't think Em knows about her mum," Hermione explained. Harry nodded in agreement. "George must really care about her." Hermione looked at Harry. Harry gulped. He was hoping that Hermione wouldn't have brought that up. He really cared about Emily too; he didn't want her to go all about George. Harry looked between Ron and Hermione.
"Don't do anything dumb," Ron advised. "You are only 15. But at the same time, if you care about her, don't let her get away."
That night the common room was an eruption of noise. George and Fred had gone and got sweets from Hogsmeade. Emily and Hermione had magiked red and gold (Gryffindor colors) decorations and everyone had brought noise.
Emily had spent quite a bit of the night talking with George and Harry had tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed by spending the most of the night talking with Ron and Hermione, but Hermione had gone to talk with Lavender and Parvati and Ron had left to talk to Ginny. Harry was now left wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
"Go talk to her," someone said. Harry looked up and saw Fred behind him.
"Who?" Harry asked, trying to play dumb.
"Don't be dumb," Fred said. "She's 17, you know?" Harry shook his head. "Dumbledore wanted her to be in a lower level class. She's already graduated from her school in the States. She just wanted to come and what was the word he used….oh yes, be a foreign exchange student."
"How do you know all this?" Harry asked.
"George, he told me," Fred said. "Now go over and talk to her. Harry, George hasn't won anything just yet." Harry made his way over to Emily but was stopped by the pain in his forehead. He screamed and everything went black.
"We can't bloody get out," someone said.
"I just hope that the Fat Lady doesn't let them in," someone else muttered, it sounded like Ron. Harry sat up and the Gryffindor's surrounded him looking worried.
"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked. Lavender and Parvati had their eyes full of tears.
"Harry, we're trapped," Fred said. "The Fat Lady is the only thing protecting us."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"There are Death Eaters with Voldermort on the other side of the door," Emily muttered.
"What?" Harry said.
"She's not lying," George said. "Ron went and got the map." Ron nodded.
"The teachers?" Harry asked his head hurting.
"They are in Dumbledore's office, holed up," Hermione explained. "There are Death Eater's outside the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Dumbledore's office." Fred handed Harry the map. Emily bit her lip.
"What are they after?" Harry asked.
"Me," Emily said. They all looked at her. She looked at them. "My mom betrayed Voldermort. He wants me. I've got an idea though."
You Are Only Fifteen
Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked up to the Gryffindor common room. They heard shouting and Fred was looking bewildered.
"I tried to stop him," he muttered. "George just lost it." Harry and Hermione ran up the steps to where the yelling was coming from. The stood in the staircase where they couldn't be seen.
"George, I didn't tell him anything!" Emily yelled.
"Why should I believe you?" George yelled back.
"George, I don't know anything myself, I swear you're the only one who knows," she replied. There was a long break, where neither of them said anything, but they could here someone sobbing.
"Look, I'm sorry," George finally said. "I'll still help you try to find out about your mum and dad. It's just that you know how I feel, and you hanging out with Harry hasn't helped."
Harry and Hermione shared puzzled looks.
"George knows?" Ron asked.
"Well, he doesn't know know, in fact, I don't think Em knows about her mum," Hermione explained. Harry nodded in agreement. "George must really care about her." Hermione looked at Harry. Harry gulped. He was hoping that Hermione wouldn't have brought that up. He really cared about Emily too; he didn't want her to go all about George. Harry looked between Ron and Hermione.
"Don't do anything dumb," Ron advised. "You are only 15. But at the same time, if you care about her, don't let her get away."
That night the common room was an eruption of noise. George and Fred had gone and got sweets from Hogsmeade. Emily and Hermione had magiked red and gold (Gryffindor colors) decorations and everyone had brought noise.
Emily had spent quite a bit of the night talking with George and Harry had tried to pretend that he hadn't noticed by spending the most of the night talking with Ron and Hermione, but Hermione had gone to talk with Lavender and Parvati and Ron had left to talk to Ginny. Harry was now left wiping his sweaty hands on his pants.
"Go talk to her," someone said. Harry looked up and saw Fred behind him.
"Who?" Harry asked, trying to play dumb.
"Don't be dumb," Fred said. "She's 17, you know?" Harry shook his head. "Dumbledore wanted her to be in a lower level class. She's already graduated from her school in the States. She just wanted to come and what was the word he used….oh yes, be a foreign exchange student."
"How do you know all this?" Harry asked.
"George, he told me," Fred said. "Now go over and talk to her. Harry, George hasn't won anything just yet." Harry made his way over to Emily but was stopped by the pain in his forehead. He screamed and everything went black.
"We can't bloody get out," someone said.
"I just hope that the Fat Lady doesn't let them in," someone else muttered, it sounded like Ron. Harry sat up and the Gryffindor's surrounded him looking worried.
"Where is Dumbledore?" Harry asked. Lavender and Parvati had their eyes full of tears.
"Harry, we're trapped," Fred said. "The Fat Lady is the only thing protecting us."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"There are Death Eaters with Voldermort on the other side of the door," Emily muttered.
"What?" Harry said.
"She's not lying," George said. "Ron went and got the map." Ron nodded.
"The teachers?" Harry asked his head hurting.
"They are in Dumbledore's office, holed up," Hermione explained. "There are Death Eater's outside the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, and Dumbledore's office." Fred handed Harry the map. Emily bit her lip.
"What are they after?" Harry asked.
"Me," Emily said. They all looked at her. She looked at them. "My mom betrayed Voldermort. He wants me. I've got an idea though."