Ditto20012: Thanks so much! I will!
Kady Rilla Wholi: Thank you! You shall see, but not until much later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. . . . kindly ignore the folder over there that says "Secret diabolical plan to kidnap Harry Potter".
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Harry was tap-dancing on a giant strawberry, drinking rum and eating pretzels. Suddenly a beautifully angelic voice filled his ears singing a song he had never heard before
You were my rock My solid ground My guiding light My holder When all was lost You made it found You were my Crying shoulder
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying in bed. He realized that the voice was coming from the hallway and drifting under the door. Wondering who was singing, he rose out of bed and started dressing. The song continued
If I cold hold you tight Feel your warm embrace Just see you Once again No one could Ever take your place My shelter Best friend
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
I miss you Miss your smile You were the world To me I've been lonely For quite a while Oh Lord can you hear me Just reach down and set me free
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
I see that now I've loved and lost But at least I've loved At all
By this time Harry was dressed. He opened the door and saw Emmalise, who was making quite a job of sweeping the floor, twirling around with a broom with her eyes closed and humming the melody of the song. She opened her eyes, saw Harry watching her, and promptly dropped her broom in surprise.
"Er. . . . morning, Harry. . . ." she said, her face pink.
"Was that you singing?" asked Harry
Emmalise went even pinker.
"Yes."
"I've never heard that song before. Where'd you hear it?"
"I wrote it this summer. It's about my mum."
"You've got a great voice."
Emmalise glowed magenta.
"Thanks," she said, smiling sheepishly. "I usually don't let people hear me sing. . . . well, except for my dance partners," she said, grinning and giving the broom a little nudge with her foot. "Well, come on. Let's go downstairs and you can get some breakfast."
Harry followed Emmalise downstairs and into the kitchen, which was deserted. He sat down and pulled a plate of eggs toward him.
"We'll be leaving in about an hour for Kings Cross," said Emmalise, who was wearing what looked like miniature golden Slinkies for earrings today. "Are you packed?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"
"Last I saw them they where going at it again, so I left them to it, but I think Ginny might have gone to break it up."
"Why are they always fighting? Can't they just admit that they like each other?"
"Well, I talked to Hermione, and she definitely doesn't like Ron the way he likes her, but at least she doesn't hate him."
Just then, Charlie walked in with Tonks. Today Tonks had shiny black hair that reached her ankles, purple eyes, and a very small nose.
"Hello, Harry!" said Charlie.
"Wotcher, Harry! Emmalise!" said Tonks.
"Hi!" said Harry and Emmalise.
"We'll be going with you to Platform Nine and Three Quarters," said Charlie. "Did I hear you two talking about Ickle Ronniekins?" Charlie grinned in a very "Fred and George" way.
"We were just talking about the fact that he's in love with Hermione yet refuses to acknowledge it," said Emmalise.
"Well, all boys are idiots at first, but they come around eventually," said Tonks. She smiled at Charlie and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Er. . . ." said Harry. "Did I miss something?"
"Charlie's my boyfriend," said Tonks.
The kitchen door opened again and in came Ginny, with an expression of satisfaction on her face, followed by Ron and Hermione, who looked equally disgruntled and red in the face.
"Mum says to start bringing our trunks downstairs," said Ginny.
"All right," said Harry.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Emmalise went up the stairs and into their rooms. Ron shoved a book and a pair of socks irritably into his trunk and slammed the lid shut. Harry rolled his eyes and called down Hedwig, who had perched herself on the wardrobe. He put her in her cage, grabbed his trunk, and hauled it downstairs.
"How're we getting to Kings Cross?" Harry asked Lupin as he reached the parlor.
"Well, since a Porthole would alarm the Muggles, we'll be taking a Ministry car. The Ministry is very keen to be nice to us now. I wouldn't be surprised if Fudge was impeached soon."
"Why?"
"Well, because everyone saw how he turned a blind eye to Voldemort's return and won't forget that in a hurry. Plus he seems to be breaking under the pressure. He hasn't made a public speech in weeks."
There was a loud crash as Emmalise came tumbling down the stairs accompanied by her trunk.
"Crap!" said Emmalise. She stood up slowly, touched her left wrist, and winced.
"Let me see it," said Lupin, holding out his hand.
She walked over to him and he took her wrist gingerly in his hands. He bent it a little and she screamed "OW!"
"I think it's broken," said Lupin. "I don't want to try and mend it in case something goes wrong, so I'll just set it for now."
Lupin pulled out his wand, pointed it and Emmalise's wrist, and said "Ferula!" Instantly, bandages appeared from nowhere and snaked their way up Emmalise's arm, where they stopped.
"Thanks," she said.
***
"Come on," said Emmalise, beckoning Harry over with her bandaged hand. "Let's go get a compartment."
They were on the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Hermione had gone off to the Prefects Cart, accompanied by Ginny, who was a new prefect.
"Hello Harry," said a dreamy voice to his right. "There's room in here."
Luna Lovegood was sitting alone in a compartment. Emmalise smiled and sat down next to her.
"This is Luna Lovegood," said Harry to Emmalise.
"I don't know you," said Luna.
"I'm An- Emmalise Lupin," said Emmalise.
"Lupin? You wouldn't happen to be related to Professor Remus Lupin, would you?"
"Well, he's my adoptive father."
Harry sat down opposite Emmalise. There was a knock on the compartment door and Neville Longbottom entered.
"Hi, Harry!" he said. "Hi Luna. Erm. . . ." he broke off, looking at Emmalise with a confused expression.
"My name's Emmalise Lupin," she said.
"Oh hi. I'm Neville Longbottom."
"Hello, Neville."
Neville sat down next to Emmalise who gave a disgusted look at Trevor and then looked away.
***
"Well, nothing's new this year," said Ron, sitting down by Harry. "All the same stuff."
"Ginny went off with Colin Creevey. He's the other Gryffindor Prefect. They're quite the couple," said Hermione.
"What happened to Dean?" asked Harry.
"Well, she decided that she rather someone her own age."
"Well, well, well," drawled a cold voice. "Back again, Potter? I thought for sure you'd have been killed by a Death Eater by now."
Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, were standing in the doorway.
"Hello Potty, Weasel, Loony, Mudblood, Prat," said Malfoy, looking around at each of them in turn.
"Get out," said Ron.
"Ah," Malfoy said, ignoring Ron and looking at Emmalise, who glared at him. "Fresh meat. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
"What do you want?" she said.
"What? Can't I come talk to whoever I want to? Or is precious Potter too fragile to be agitated? What's your name anyway?"
"I'm Emmalise Lupin."
"Lupin? Like that grubby werewolf bum Remus Lupin?"
"He's my adoptive father."
"Oh, another orphan?"
"Get out!"
Emmalise was now on her feet, her wand ready.
"Going to hex me, are you, Orphan Girl?"
"Adnama!" said Emmalise. (look closely at the name. It's my best friend's name spell backwards)
Malfoy went flying, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy slammed into an unattended food cart. Candy went flying everywhere. Crabbe collided with a wall, and Goyle fell on top of him. Malfoy got up, glaring at Emmalise. He had a squashed Cauldron Cake stuck to the back of his head. The plump lady who pushed the food cart came out and began yelling at Malfoy. The occupants of the compartment roared with laughter.
"Serves him right, the greasy little prat of a git," said Emmalise.
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Kady Rilla Wholi: Thank you! You shall see, but not until much later.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. . . . kindly ignore the folder over there that says "Secret diabolical plan to kidnap Harry Potter".
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Harry was tap-dancing on a giant strawberry, drinking rum and eating pretzels. Suddenly a beautifully angelic voice filled his ears singing a song he had never heard before
You were my rock My solid ground My guiding light My holder When all was lost You made it found You were my Crying shoulder
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying in bed. He realized that the voice was coming from the hallway and drifting under the door. Wondering who was singing, he rose out of bed and started dressing. The song continued
If I cold hold you tight Feel your warm embrace Just see you Once again No one could Ever take your place My shelter Best friend
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
I miss you Miss your smile You were the world To me I've been lonely For quite a while Oh Lord can you hear me Just reach down and set me free
You always stood So tall and strong I never thought You would be gone
You taught me how to love and live You gave me all you had to give I'm trying my best to be strong Please show me how to carry on I guess it's better to have Loved and lost Than to never have loved At all
I see that now I've loved and lost But at least I've loved At all
By this time Harry was dressed. He opened the door and saw Emmalise, who was making quite a job of sweeping the floor, twirling around with a broom with her eyes closed and humming the melody of the song. She opened her eyes, saw Harry watching her, and promptly dropped her broom in surprise.
"Er. . . . morning, Harry. . . ." she said, her face pink.
"Was that you singing?" asked Harry
Emmalise went even pinker.
"Yes."
"I've never heard that song before. Where'd you hear it?"
"I wrote it this summer. It's about my mum."
"You've got a great voice."
Emmalise glowed magenta.
"Thanks," she said, smiling sheepishly. "I usually don't let people hear me sing. . . . well, except for my dance partners," she said, grinning and giving the broom a little nudge with her foot. "Well, come on. Let's go downstairs and you can get some breakfast."
Harry followed Emmalise downstairs and into the kitchen, which was deserted. He sat down and pulled a plate of eggs toward him.
"We'll be leaving in about an hour for Kings Cross," said Emmalise, who was wearing what looked like miniature golden Slinkies for earrings today. "Are you packed?"
"Yeah," said Harry. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"
"Last I saw them they where going at it again, so I left them to it, but I think Ginny might have gone to break it up."
"Why are they always fighting? Can't they just admit that they like each other?"
"Well, I talked to Hermione, and she definitely doesn't like Ron the way he likes her, but at least she doesn't hate him."
Just then, Charlie walked in with Tonks. Today Tonks had shiny black hair that reached her ankles, purple eyes, and a very small nose.
"Hello, Harry!" said Charlie.
"Wotcher, Harry! Emmalise!" said Tonks.
"Hi!" said Harry and Emmalise.
"We'll be going with you to Platform Nine and Three Quarters," said Charlie. "Did I hear you two talking about Ickle Ronniekins?" Charlie grinned in a very "Fred and George" way.
"We were just talking about the fact that he's in love with Hermione yet refuses to acknowledge it," said Emmalise.
"Well, all boys are idiots at first, but they come around eventually," said Tonks. She smiled at Charlie and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Er. . . ." said Harry. "Did I miss something?"
"Charlie's my boyfriend," said Tonks.
The kitchen door opened again and in came Ginny, with an expression of satisfaction on her face, followed by Ron and Hermione, who looked equally disgruntled and red in the face.
"Mum says to start bringing our trunks downstairs," said Ginny.
"All right," said Harry.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Emmalise went up the stairs and into their rooms. Ron shoved a book and a pair of socks irritably into his trunk and slammed the lid shut. Harry rolled his eyes and called down Hedwig, who had perched herself on the wardrobe. He put her in her cage, grabbed his trunk, and hauled it downstairs.
"How're we getting to Kings Cross?" Harry asked Lupin as he reached the parlor.
"Well, since a Porthole would alarm the Muggles, we'll be taking a Ministry car. The Ministry is very keen to be nice to us now. I wouldn't be surprised if Fudge was impeached soon."
"Why?"
"Well, because everyone saw how he turned a blind eye to Voldemort's return and won't forget that in a hurry. Plus he seems to be breaking under the pressure. He hasn't made a public speech in weeks."
There was a loud crash as Emmalise came tumbling down the stairs accompanied by her trunk.
"Crap!" said Emmalise. She stood up slowly, touched her left wrist, and winced.
"Let me see it," said Lupin, holding out his hand.
She walked over to him and he took her wrist gingerly in his hands. He bent it a little and she screamed "OW!"
"I think it's broken," said Lupin. "I don't want to try and mend it in case something goes wrong, so I'll just set it for now."
Lupin pulled out his wand, pointed it and Emmalise's wrist, and said "Ferula!" Instantly, bandages appeared from nowhere and snaked their way up Emmalise's arm, where they stopped.
"Thanks," she said.
***
"Come on," said Emmalise, beckoning Harry over with her bandaged hand. "Let's go get a compartment."
They were on the Hogwarts Express. Ron and Hermione had gone off to the Prefects Cart, accompanied by Ginny, who was a new prefect.
"Hello Harry," said a dreamy voice to his right. "There's room in here."
Luna Lovegood was sitting alone in a compartment. Emmalise smiled and sat down next to her.
"This is Luna Lovegood," said Harry to Emmalise.
"I don't know you," said Luna.
"I'm An- Emmalise Lupin," said Emmalise.
"Lupin? You wouldn't happen to be related to Professor Remus Lupin, would you?"
"Well, he's my adoptive father."
Harry sat down opposite Emmalise. There was a knock on the compartment door and Neville Longbottom entered.
"Hi, Harry!" he said. "Hi Luna. Erm. . . ." he broke off, looking at Emmalise with a confused expression.
"My name's Emmalise Lupin," she said.
"Oh hi. I'm Neville Longbottom."
"Hello, Neville."
Neville sat down next to Emmalise who gave a disgusted look at Trevor and then looked away.
***
"Well, nothing's new this year," said Ron, sitting down by Harry. "All the same stuff."
"Ginny went off with Colin Creevey. He's the other Gryffindor Prefect. They're quite the couple," said Hermione.
"What happened to Dean?" asked Harry.
"Well, she decided that she rather someone her own age."
"Well, well, well," drawled a cold voice. "Back again, Potter? I thought for sure you'd have been killed by a Death Eater by now."
Draco Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, were standing in the doorway.
"Hello Potty, Weasel, Loony, Mudblood, Prat," said Malfoy, looking around at each of them in turn.
"Get out," said Ron.
"Ah," Malfoy said, ignoring Ron and looking at Emmalise, who glared at him. "Fresh meat. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."
"What do you want?" she said.
"What? Can't I come talk to whoever I want to? Or is precious Potter too fragile to be agitated? What's your name anyway?"
"I'm Emmalise Lupin."
"Lupin? Like that grubby werewolf bum Remus Lupin?"
"He's my adoptive father."
"Oh, another orphan?"
"Get out!"
Emmalise was now on her feet, her wand ready.
"Going to hex me, are you, Orphan Girl?"
"Adnama!" said Emmalise. (look closely at the name. It's my best friend's name spell backwards)
Malfoy went flying, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy slammed into an unattended food cart. Candy went flying everywhere. Crabbe collided with a wall, and Goyle fell on top of him. Malfoy got up, glaring at Emmalise. He had a squashed Cauldron Cake stuck to the back of his head. The plump lady who pushed the food cart came out and began yelling at Malfoy. The occupants of the compartment roared with laughter.
"Serves him right, the greasy little prat of a git," said Emmalise.
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