Dumbledore quickly carried her to the Hospital Wing and handed her over to Madam Pomfrey.
"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she shut the curtains around Emily's bed.
"I think it has something to do with Voldemort," Dumbledore replied. Madam Pomfrey flinched at the sound of his name.
"But how would it affect her?" Madam Pomfrey questioned.
"Just like it affected her father, it's in her blood," Dumbledore said.
"Poor thing, I'll go give her some potion to revive her sooner," Madam Pomfrey said, hurrying away to her office.
"And I will contact Harry," Dumbledore replied and hurried to his fireside.
***
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, jumping up off of his couch.
"I found her outside of my office, we can't ask her anything until she wakes up," Dumbledore replied.
"Can't we use the truthful potion?" Harry asked.
"I want to be able to trust her," Dumbledore said.
"But what if she doesn't tell the truth?" Harry questioned.
"I think she will," Dumbledore said.
"I'll be there in five minutes," Harry replied and ran out of his front door.
***
Harry sat by Emily all night long. She didn't wake until morning and no one was allowed to visit her. She kept hearing the voice of those two men planning to kidnap her. She sat up and saw her father sleeping in a chair by her bed. She glared at him and went to get up.
"Oh no you don't," Madam Pomfrey said, coming over with a steaming goblet. "Drink this." Emily did as she was told, hoping that her father wouldn't wake up. Emily shuddered at the nasty taste of the drink.
"What was that?" Emily asked, making a face.
"It was a potion to help give you your strength back. I be your anxious to talk to your father, so I'll leave you two alone," She said, and went back into her office. Emily looked at a clock on the wall and saw that classes would be starting in a half hour. She decided she'd better get up and get ready when her father awoke.
"Emily, where do you think you're going?" Harry asked, spotting his daughter climbing out of bed. Emily didn't answer and just continued. "Emily, you need to rest today, get back in bed." Emily looked at him and obeyed rather reluctantly.
"Emily, please talk to me," Harry begged. Emily glared at Harry and turned to look out the window. "Fine, if you're going to be that way, I'll go off to work. I love you Emily." With that Harry stood up and left the Hospital Wing. He was hoping Emily would call after him, but she was still staring out the window when he turned at the door. He sighed and headed down the long corridors. Emily burst into tears when she heard the door close and turned to look at the empty Hospital Wing.
"You are just like your father, school has been going on barley two weeks and you are already in the hospital wing," Madam Pomfrey, said laughing slightly.
"I need to see Dumbledore!" Emily said.
"You need to rest, you can see Dumbledore later," Madam Pomfrey said and headed back into her office. Emily found her robes hanging up on a coat stand next to her bed. She dressed quickly and slipped out of the room. She ran down the corridor, not putting on her shoes until she was well away from the Hospital Wing. She rushed right to Dumbledore's office, putting her hair back in a ponytail as she ran.
"Lemon Drop," She breathed, clutching a stitch in her chest. She ran into the room and up the spiral staircase as the Gargoyle jumped aside.
"Professor Dumbledore I need to tell you something!" Emily said, opening his office door without knocking. She stopped in the doorway to find her father and Dumbledore talking. "Never mind." Emily ran back down the spiral staircase.
"Emily!" Harry yelled as she slipped through the Gargoyle. Emily rubbed the tears from her eyes and headed back up to the Hospital Wing.
"Where did you go?" Madam Pomfrey demanded.
"No where," Emily said, and climbed back into her bed.
"Here's some breakfast, eat up, you want to have all your strength back so you can go to classes tomorrow," Madam Pomfrey said, handing Emily a tray of food.
"Madam Pomfrey, do you know what made me collapse?" Emily asked, not touching her food.
"No dear I'm afraid I don't, but once you tell Dumbledore and I about what you wanted to talk to him about last night, I'm sure I'll have some idea of what caused it," Madam Pomfrey replied.
"Do you think it has anything to do with why my father's scar used to hurt him?" Emily asked.
"Could be, now eat up," Madam Pomfrey said, leaving her alone once again. Emily sighed and nibbled her food. Dumbledore came into the Hospital wing a half hour later and sat down next to Emily.
"Now what is it that you wanted to tell me?" He asked kindly.
"Nothing," Emily replied.
"Then will you answer one question?" Dumbledore asked. Emily nodded. "Why were you running at full speed towards my office last night?"
"My head was hurting," Emily replied.
"Is that all?" Dumbledore asked.
"Well…um…yes," Emily said.
"Very well, rest up and you can come down to supper tonight," Dumbledore said, standing up to leave.
"Ok," Emily said, turning to stare back out the window.
"And Miss Potter, remember, in the end everything is going to be ok, and if it's not ok, then it's not the end (Anonymous quote)" Dumbledore said and left the wing. Emily pondered this for a few minutes and turned back to the window.
"Yeah right," She thought and leaned back against her pillows.
***
"Emily, what happened to you?" Rosie asked as Emily joined them at the Gryffindor table.
"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let us visit you," Kelly said.
"It was really weird, but I don't feel like talking about it. All I really remember is collapsing in front of Dumbledore's office," Emily replied. Parker looked at her disbelievingly but didn't say anything.
"Well I hope you feel better now, Angel sure missed you," Rosie said, helping herself to more potatoes. Emily smiled and took a long drink from her goblet. Later that evening Emily sat in front of the fire, with Angel on her lap and shuddered at the thought of that cold voice again. Emily had been hearing it in her head, ever since she collapsed; it was all she had heard in her dreams. Angle purred on her lap and fell asleep.
"Are you ok?" Parker asked, sitting down next to her.
"Yes I'm fine," Emily said quickly.
"I wish I could believe you, but I don't," Parker replied.
"Why don't you believe me?" Emily asked.
"Because I can tell when you're lying, you always answer quickly, and don't look the person in the eyes," Parker said. Emily looked at him and glared. "And don't glare at me, when you know I'm right." This made Emily glare even more.
"How do you know you're right Parker Weasley!?" Emily yelled.
"Gosh Emily, I liked you better before we started school," Parker said, and got up. Emily glared at him and decided to head up to her dormitory. She stomped up the stairs, carrying Angel in her arms. Emily set her cat down on her bed and pulled the curtains around her. She slipped into her pajamas and curled up under the covers.
"I hate them all," She said angrily and fell asleep, with her heart heavy. Emily awoke the next morning, with her heart still heavy. She sighed and got up out of bed. The other girls were still sleeping. Emily dressed quickly and headed down into the common room. Angie and Michael left when they heard Emily coming down the stairs. Emily was about to tell them off, but decided against it. To her surprise Rosie was sitting in front of the fire. She had tears in her eyes. Emily sat down beside her and looked at her curiously.
"What's wrong?" Emily asked.
"I got this letter, when I woke up this morning," Rosie began. Emily nodded and Rosie continued. "Last night my Dad came home from work to find the Dark Mark above our home. He k-killed my Mom!" Rosie put her hands over her face and began to cry, her whole body shaking.
"Rosie, I'm so sorry," Emily said, trying to comfort her.
"It's ok, but I miss her so much! Her funeral is this coming weekend, I'm going to it," Rosie said, after she had calmed down a bit.
"Then you'll get to say goodbye, I never really said goodbye to my Mom. She was already in the ground when I understood what had happened," Emily said. Rosie nodded and ran out of the room as a fresh wave of tears started flowing down her cheeks. Emily felt like crying too, but decided her problems weren't as important as Rosie's were. Emily got up slowly and went into her dormitory to see if she could do anything else to comfort her.
A/N: I know the chapters seem to be getting shorter and shorter. I'll try to get the next one much longer. Oh and I have another story, it's a prequel to this story. It's called Happily Ever After. You can read it if you want to. Thanks for all the reviews! I hope you liked this chapter. Now please review! J