CHAPTER 7
- The Letter - February went to March and the weather grew slowly warmer. The Final exams was soon to come and Emma, Harry, Ron and Hermione had almost nestled in the library, studying. It was no doubt that the two girls would pass with flying colours, but the boys had a more difficult time both practicing qudditch and trying to scram all the info inside their heads, but with Emma and Hermione on their side they made progress and soon Harry didn't think it would be so difficult to pass. As time went along Emma kept forgetting to show Prof Trelawney her bowl. Every time she got of to the lesson in future telling she taught about it but forgot it and that was very annoying. But one lesson in early April Emma had for once remembered the bowl having it in her bag before the lesson started. They got up to the warm foggy room, with steams filling it up. They got to their seats and waited, their professor wasn't there for the moment, so they waited but soon she entered the room looked around and sat down in her chair. She said nothing for a whole minute witch was rare for her. But suddenly she spoke, making everybody jump. - There is something different inside this room, something unusual is in
one of your bags, bring it out so I can see... Emma frowned and took out her crystal bowl, and everybody gathered round their table to see better. The professor took it up to control it and then asked Emma:
- Do you know what this is Ms Dickens?
- No but I hoped you could tell me, I mean it looks like an ordinary
crystal bowl but the smoke has told me that it's not... - You are right Emma this is not an ordinary bowl, it's a crystal bowl of light, the smoke it contains can make a person immortal, there is just one
bowl left in the world, and that is yours.
- Immortal, how? - The smoke within the bowl can be released and if you do it the right way it will make you immortal, but it doesn't work if the bowl is crashed to
the ground made of old stone. Pleased with the answer, Emma put back the bowl very carefully and they continued their lesson, with no questions or no death predicting witch was very unusual for the professor. When the class was over; Emma saw some Slytherin girls who also read future telling, go up to Malfoy talking to him and Emma assumed by the look of his face that the girls had told him about the bowl, but she couldn't care less wondering why her mom had have this bowl in her things. Maybe she had stolen it from someone... who she didn't know... and why steal it? maybe she had a taught being immortal, but have done it the wrong way killing her self... the questions was many but she hadn't time thinking about it. The month began to go to its end and Emma started to wait for the answer from the central and on the same day as the final between Slytherin and Gryffindor in quidditch would be held Emma got the letter. She found it on her bed, while coming up to the dormitory to wish Harry and Ron good luck in the game. She laid it back on her bed thinking she would read it when the game was over. It was a perfect day of flying not a breath of wind and the April sun shining gently over the pitch. The game begun and was finished after 3 hours with Harry catching the golden snitch. The points were 120-200 to Gryffindor the roar from the stadium sounded like an explosion and in the festivities Emma slipped away to the dormitories to read her letter. She sat down on her bed and opened the envelope and folded the letter out and began to read:
Dear Miss Dickens We are happy to be able to help you find your parent's, your mom was easy to find out but your father was not. We tested your blood again and again comparing matches, at the end we took a DNA test a thing that muggles often do to find out if their parents really are their parents and so on. And now we found him, the result was so surprising I had to do an oviblate spell over them who had done it... I know that you didn't have a clue about this so I'm going to tell you and hope you will do well. Now down to business after
all the research we have found an answer. Your father is Lord Voldemort this test is 100% right and no faults have been done, me myself have seen
to that. Hope you will not suffer for this.
Sincerely Tom Higgins
VD for the Blood Central Emma was chocked she read the letter over and over, "It can't be true she taught it just can't" "my father... the evil Voldemort?" no wonder her mom had killed herself. She had to tell someone she just had to, but not to Harry... she was afraid that he might give her up, not trust her, stop liking her. First she had to speak to her grandpa, but the same fear lied there but she had to. She got out of the room with the letter in her pocket. The celebrating pupils hadn't yet reached the common room so she got out without trouble. She knew the way to her grandfathers room by hart she had also received the passwords from her grandfather so she could come visit him whenever she wanted to. She reached the statue that was the way to the room said the password and went in. She now stood right outside his room; he was in there all right talking to someone. She knocked carefully at the door and Dumbledore asked her to come in.
- I'm sorry to disturb you sir she said, but I have to speak to you - Is that Emma? Asked a woman's voice from the stove, not until then Emma
saw the kind face within the fire.
- No need to be formal Emma, just having a chat with your grandma, come
here said Dumbledore - My grandma? Emma said turning ahead to the stove to look at the woman's
face - My god, you are right she looks exactly like Evelyn, the woman said and
now Emma saw tears coming down her face. - Hi there, the woman continued, my name is Emily and I'm your grandma, I never taught I would meet you until now. You are very beautiful like you're
mother was
- Tanks, I guess, I'm sorry if I'm being rude but I have to speak to
grandpa alone.
- Of course dear, said the face and vanished.
- Well she seemed nice, Emma said looking out the window
- Yes she is, what did you want to talk to me about? - This, she handed him the letter and he read it. After a few minutes long
as years he finally said
- Well this was not good news, Emma. - I know what you must think, but I just wanted to know his identity not
anything else, I was perfectly happy the ways things was why couldn't I
have kept my nose out of this... - Emma I don't blame you in any way, I will still be your grandpa, nothing
can change that...
- But... - But what? Nor you or me know this and you are still the same funny lively girl I have learned to know this past mounts. You can't help your family
tree, neither can I, Harry, or Ron.
- Tanks grandpa, so what should I do?
- Tell Harry, Ron and Hermione the truth they can help you
- But... - Harry won't look down at you, he will not be angry and he will not leave
you.
- How did you know about Harry and me? - I know more than you can image dear. Now go back to your common room and
talk to Harry, Ron and Hermione
- Ok I will, tanks grandpa for not turning on me Emma said giving her
grandpa a hug and leaving the room. She got back to the common room were the party was going on, she found Harry and the others quickly and Harry asked:
- Were have you been? I have been worried sick about you - I have visited grandpa, but that is not important I have to speak to all
three of you now. - Ok lets go to the secret room, Ron suggested and walked off, Emma didn't
say a word until they were inside and the door was tightly shut then
Hermione asked
- What is this all about Emma why do you have to speak to us?
- First I want you to promise not to interrupt all the questions can be
asked later ok? The other tree nodded - Well you all know that I sent a request to the blood centre looking for
my father a wile ago and now I got the answer.
- So who is it? Harry asked in an impatience voice, it was quite for a
minute or so Emma seemed to judge whether or not she should tell them.
- It's not Snape is it? Asked Ron
- The question seemed to make Emma more sure of herself
- No, Ron it isn't my father is...Lord Volemort
- WHAT? Harry gasped
- MY father is Voldemort, Aka you know who; the one who killed your
parent's; the one you have met four times and almost died at the cost.
- Is it true? Ron asked with big eyes and not able to speak Emma nodded The room went absolutely silent, Emma stood in front of a window looking out. Then she slowly turned against the other tree that stood in the room. Ron and Hermione stood besides each other while Harry stood a few inches away whit his arm on a shelf and his hand in his hair. Emma could see that he was chocked and understood his feeling and suddenly she spoke:
- Can't anyone just say anything?
- Emma... Hermione begun but didn't seem to find her words instead Harry
spoke to her as he gradually walked towards her
- Voldemort... your father? I have to think about this... - I see and while you are thinking, you are free to do what ever you like
Emma said in a sad voice
- What do you mean? - I'm letting you go Harry, we are not together anymore, it's for the best. I hope you are not mad at me. With those words she walked out of the room
leaving the tree by themselves, after she left Hermione spoke. - I don't care about Emma being Voldemorts child, she can't help that no
one can, I'm going after her and I hope that at least one of you do the
same. Hermione walked out of the room leaving the two boys by themselves and up to the dormitory were she found Emma sitting on a window seal crying with her arms around her knees. She touched her shoulder and sat down besides her trying to comfort her but nothing worked, she helped her get into bed and charmed her with a sleeping spell cause she figured Emma wouldn't sleep otherwise. None of the boys showed themselves and that made Hermione sad. She understood Harry, but Ron should have come, but he maybe helped Harry come to his senses, it must be that way she decided and went to get ready for bed. One week went by, Emma and Harry still not talking to each other and now Hermione saw a change in Emma from a happy and lively person she went quite and shut everybody out, she didn't eat at all. At the dinner she sat poking in her food looking very tired and depressed. She became skinny and dark shades began to envelop under her eyes, Hermione knew that Emma didn't sleep at night lying in her bed crying softly in her pillow. Tree weeks went by and it was now time for the exams. With the schoolwork Emma never tired and it seemed like she was covering her sorrow with it. She did fine doing the exams, but she reacted mechanically on everything else. One night, a week before the school term ended Emma lied as usual in her bed not able to sleep when she heard a voice inside her head calling her. She got up her bed and got dressed walking down the stairs with the crystal bowl in her arms. When she was brought up from the hypnotism she found herself some were she never had been before it was a stone covered room, like a chamber. In the other end of the room stood a figure a person in a robe his head covered with a hood.
- Welcome miss Dickens, the cold voice said
- Where am I? She asked, and who are you?
- You are nowhere and I'm Lord Voldemort.
- So you are Voldemort? What do you want with me? - I want that bowl in your arms, you see it is rightfully mine, but it was
stolen from me about 16 years ago.
- This is not yours! It was my mom's; I have inherited it from her!
- Your mom's you say and who was your mom?
- I think you know that... father.
- Father? ... He taught for a second and then said... Dumbledore... you are
Evelyn Dumbledore's daughter.
- Yes I am, she said looking at him with disgust - Yes... I knew that bitch would do something bad to me, but if you got to...
you got to, never say no to your desires, now give me the bowl. - NO! I may be of your creation but I am nothing like you, I fight on the
good side... - Give me the bowl! - Give me a reason to give it to you! - Oh very well I
shall give you one... you see that smoke inside the bowl can make me yet again immortal, when I was brought back to life by my loyal men, I had all my powers back, even my old wand, but I knew that I now was mortal again, it was a sacrifice I had to make if I was going to be able to rise again. Last year when I did this I was week but I send out my best men to search for the crystal bowl of light that had been stolen from me by your mother after a sleep over with me. I guess that she that night got pregnant with you. She stole the bowl to stop me from becoming immortal but to late I had already become it. Anyway after a long time of search I found out that you had it in your belongings and I have tried to summon you since then but you were to strong. But tonight you were week and you heard me and you came.
You see we are still at Hogwarts in an old chamber you can ask Potter about: The chamber of secrets. The Basilisk living here before is dead by
Potters hand. Now can I have the bowl?
- Never in my lifetime! Emma shouted
- We can arrange that, he said pointing his wand at her. - She reached instantly for hers but the word Expelliarmus drew it from her
hand and the cold hard laugher sounded in the chamber but Emma smiled - Do you think that will stop me? Then you should know that I didn't know how to use a wand until I got here I have been learned to use my hands. She
said
- Give me the bowl! He screamed sending out a curse against her. - (She dodged) Never! She shouted and tried to remember what Prof Trelawney had said about the bowl... "But it doesn't work if it's crashed to a ground made of old stone" The words rang in Emma's ears. Of course! That was what
she had to do. Emma raised the bowl over her head and trowed it hard against the floor and a force of light knocked her to the ground, the words NO from Voldemorts lips reached her ears and she smiled. But as a precaution she held her breath to the smoke was gone. She saw Voldemort disappear into thin air before she slipped out of consciousness. When she woke up she found herself standing in the middle of the hospital wing. She looked around and saw her grandpa looking out of a window... was it tears she saw coming from his eyes? what was he crying for? Then Harry came in, he went to Dumbledore who said something and Harry kneed on the floor with his head in his hands trembling with sadness. Why ware they so sad? She tried to ask but couldn't speak to them so she went up to them. Beside Dumbledore was a bed and she went up to it to have a look on who was in it. And then she saw why they were so sad. In the bed she lied... she was dead... but she didn't feel like it, she didn't want to die! Do you hear me she taught I don't want to die I don't want to............. Then everything went black. Emma opened her eyes and looked up there was her grandpa standing besides her and Harry sitting on the floor still with his head in his hands she reached out her hand and touched his head. Harry stopped crying looked up against Dumbledore to see if it was he had did that. Then he heard a weak voice calling:
- Harry... He rose up looking at Emma she opened her eyes and looked at him. He felt a tremendous joy inside him, he sat down on the side of her bed and she took his hand. Dumbledore hadn't notice that Emma was awake so she replied:
- Grandpa? Why are you crying? Dumbledore looked down and saw Emma who smiled weekly. He saw Harry sitting on her right side so he went to the left side. Emma let go of Harry and looked at her grandpa, when he sat down he bent over giving her a solid hug. Emma felt safe and loved in her grandpa's arms and she heard that his voice trembled when he began to spoke:
- You gave us quite a scare there Emma, I taught you wouldn't make it - I died didn't I? I could see you two... crying, I could se my self, but I
didn't want to die and I guess some one heard me. She said
- You did? Said Dumbledore, I guess that is what muggeles calls a near
death experience.
- I guess, what happened to the bowl?
- It's destroyed; you did just right. - Grandpa... I think mom didn't kill herself with meaning I think she tried to destroy the bowl and did it the wrong way, getting killed instead. She
tried to stop Voldemort to be immortal All this time Harry had sat quite looking at Emma. The experience of almost losing her had made him make a decision and he wanted badly to talk to her but didn't want to interfere with the conversation between Emma and her grandpa. Suddenly as if Dumbledore had read his mind he got up to speak to Madam Pompfrey about how long Emma would have stay in the hospital wing. When he had left Emma tried to sit up and Harry helped her:
- Tank you Harry, she said looking at him with sorrow in her eyes - You're welcome, Emma we need too talk about Voldemort being your father...
(Emma interrupted)
- Harry... I understand you; I really do, if you don't want to see me
anymore... - ... Have I said that? Emma I know I have been a complete idiot these last weeks, but I was so chocked by your news that I didn't know what to say to you, and then you broke up with me and I got even more confused. But I want you to know this... I don't care if Voldemort is your Father uncle or even mother, you are the same to me. I will never lose my feelings about you... I
love you Emma... He bent forward and drew her closer giving her a hug, she laid her head against his chest and then she said to him: " I love you too Harry, have always done and always will" then she lifted her head and looked right in his green eyes. Harry bent down and kissed her; the kiss grew deeper before they let go and she sank back into her pillow and spoke:
- So, we can go back to being Girlfriend, boyfriend?
- Yes we can... he said smiling giving her another kiss They hadn't noticed her grandpa and Madam Pompey in the background or the two others, Ron and Hermione standing in the doorway. Emma finally saw them waving at them to come in there were a lot more hugs and then Madam Pompey came to declare that the visiting hours was over and that Emma had to spent another day at the wing and then she would be able to return to school. Emma and Harry kissed one last time and he left with the others and Emma was getting her first real meal in weeks.
- The Letter - February went to March and the weather grew slowly warmer. The Final exams was soon to come and Emma, Harry, Ron and Hermione had almost nestled in the library, studying. It was no doubt that the two girls would pass with flying colours, but the boys had a more difficult time both practicing qudditch and trying to scram all the info inside their heads, but with Emma and Hermione on their side they made progress and soon Harry didn't think it would be so difficult to pass. As time went along Emma kept forgetting to show Prof Trelawney her bowl. Every time she got of to the lesson in future telling she taught about it but forgot it and that was very annoying. But one lesson in early April Emma had for once remembered the bowl having it in her bag before the lesson started. They got up to the warm foggy room, with steams filling it up. They got to their seats and waited, their professor wasn't there for the moment, so they waited but soon she entered the room looked around and sat down in her chair. She said nothing for a whole minute witch was rare for her. But suddenly she spoke, making everybody jump. - There is something different inside this room, something unusual is in
one of your bags, bring it out so I can see... Emma frowned and took out her crystal bowl, and everybody gathered round their table to see better. The professor took it up to control it and then asked Emma:
- Do you know what this is Ms Dickens?
- No but I hoped you could tell me, I mean it looks like an ordinary
crystal bowl but the smoke has told me that it's not... - You are right Emma this is not an ordinary bowl, it's a crystal bowl of light, the smoke it contains can make a person immortal, there is just one
bowl left in the world, and that is yours.
- Immortal, how? - The smoke within the bowl can be released and if you do it the right way it will make you immortal, but it doesn't work if the bowl is crashed to
the ground made of old stone. Pleased with the answer, Emma put back the bowl very carefully and they continued their lesson, with no questions or no death predicting witch was very unusual for the professor. When the class was over; Emma saw some Slytherin girls who also read future telling, go up to Malfoy talking to him and Emma assumed by the look of his face that the girls had told him about the bowl, but she couldn't care less wondering why her mom had have this bowl in her things. Maybe she had stolen it from someone... who she didn't know... and why steal it? maybe she had a taught being immortal, but have done it the wrong way killing her self... the questions was many but she hadn't time thinking about it. The month began to go to its end and Emma started to wait for the answer from the central and on the same day as the final between Slytherin and Gryffindor in quidditch would be held Emma got the letter. She found it on her bed, while coming up to the dormitory to wish Harry and Ron good luck in the game. She laid it back on her bed thinking she would read it when the game was over. It was a perfect day of flying not a breath of wind and the April sun shining gently over the pitch. The game begun and was finished after 3 hours with Harry catching the golden snitch. The points were 120-200 to Gryffindor the roar from the stadium sounded like an explosion and in the festivities Emma slipped away to the dormitories to read her letter. She sat down on her bed and opened the envelope and folded the letter out and began to read:
Dear Miss Dickens We are happy to be able to help you find your parent's, your mom was easy to find out but your father was not. We tested your blood again and again comparing matches, at the end we took a DNA test a thing that muggles often do to find out if their parents really are their parents and so on. And now we found him, the result was so surprising I had to do an oviblate spell over them who had done it... I know that you didn't have a clue about this so I'm going to tell you and hope you will do well. Now down to business after
all the research we have found an answer. Your father is Lord Voldemort this test is 100% right and no faults have been done, me myself have seen
to that. Hope you will not suffer for this.
Sincerely Tom Higgins
VD for the Blood Central Emma was chocked she read the letter over and over, "It can't be true she taught it just can't" "my father... the evil Voldemort?" no wonder her mom had killed herself. She had to tell someone she just had to, but not to Harry... she was afraid that he might give her up, not trust her, stop liking her. First she had to speak to her grandpa, but the same fear lied there but she had to. She got out of the room with the letter in her pocket. The celebrating pupils hadn't yet reached the common room so she got out without trouble. She knew the way to her grandfathers room by hart she had also received the passwords from her grandfather so she could come visit him whenever she wanted to. She reached the statue that was the way to the room said the password and went in. She now stood right outside his room; he was in there all right talking to someone. She knocked carefully at the door and Dumbledore asked her to come in.
- I'm sorry to disturb you sir she said, but I have to speak to you - Is that Emma? Asked a woman's voice from the stove, not until then Emma
saw the kind face within the fire.
- No need to be formal Emma, just having a chat with your grandma, come
here said Dumbledore - My grandma? Emma said turning ahead to the stove to look at the woman's
face - My god, you are right she looks exactly like Evelyn, the woman said and
now Emma saw tears coming down her face. - Hi there, the woman continued, my name is Emily and I'm your grandma, I never taught I would meet you until now. You are very beautiful like you're
mother was
- Tanks, I guess, I'm sorry if I'm being rude but I have to speak to
grandpa alone.
- Of course dear, said the face and vanished.
- Well she seemed nice, Emma said looking out the window
- Yes she is, what did you want to talk to me about? - This, she handed him the letter and he read it. After a few minutes long
as years he finally said
- Well this was not good news, Emma. - I know what you must think, but I just wanted to know his identity not
anything else, I was perfectly happy the ways things was why couldn't I
have kept my nose out of this... - Emma I don't blame you in any way, I will still be your grandpa, nothing
can change that...
- But... - But what? Nor you or me know this and you are still the same funny lively girl I have learned to know this past mounts. You can't help your family
tree, neither can I, Harry, or Ron.
- Tanks grandpa, so what should I do?
- Tell Harry, Ron and Hermione the truth they can help you
- But... - Harry won't look down at you, he will not be angry and he will not leave
you.
- How did you know about Harry and me? - I know more than you can image dear. Now go back to your common room and
talk to Harry, Ron and Hermione
- Ok I will, tanks grandpa for not turning on me Emma said giving her
grandpa a hug and leaving the room. She got back to the common room were the party was going on, she found Harry and the others quickly and Harry asked:
- Were have you been? I have been worried sick about you - I have visited grandpa, but that is not important I have to speak to all
three of you now. - Ok lets go to the secret room, Ron suggested and walked off, Emma didn't
say a word until they were inside and the door was tightly shut then
Hermione asked
- What is this all about Emma why do you have to speak to us?
- First I want you to promise not to interrupt all the questions can be
asked later ok? The other tree nodded - Well you all know that I sent a request to the blood centre looking for
my father a wile ago and now I got the answer.
- So who is it? Harry asked in an impatience voice, it was quite for a
minute or so Emma seemed to judge whether or not she should tell them.
- It's not Snape is it? Asked Ron
- The question seemed to make Emma more sure of herself
- No, Ron it isn't my father is...Lord Volemort
- WHAT? Harry gasped
- MY father is Voldemort, Aka you know who; the one who killed your
parent's; the one you have met four times and almost died at the cost.
- Is it true? Ron asked with big eyes and not able to speak Emma nodded The room went absolutely silent, Emma stood in front of a window looking out. Then she slowly turned against the other tree that stood in the room. Ron and Hermione stood besides each other while Harry stood a few inches away whit his arm on a shelf and his hand in his hair. Emma could see that he was chocked and understood his feeling and suddenly she spoke:
- Can't anyone just say anything?
- Emma... Hermione begun but didn't seem to find her words instead Harry
spoke to her as he gradually walked towards her
- Voldemort... your father? I have to think about this... - I see and while you are thinking, you are free to do what ever you like
Emma said in a sad voice
- What do you mean? - I'm letting you go Harry, we are not together anymore, it's for the best. I hope you are not mad at me. With those words she walked out of the room
leaving the tree by themselves, after she left Hermione spoke. - I don't care about Emma being Voldemorts child, she can't help that no
one can, I'm going after her and I hope that at least one of you do the
same. Hermione walked out of the room leaving the two boys by themselves and up to the dormitory were she found Emma sitting on a window seal crying with her arms around her knees. She touched her shoulder and sat down besides her trying to comfort her but nothing worked, she helped her get into bed and charmed her with a sleeping spell cause she figured Emma wouldn't sleep otherwise. None of the boys showed themselves and that made Hermione sad. She understood Harry, but Ron should have come, but he maybe helped Harry come to his senses, it must be that way she decided and went to get ready for bed. One week went by, Emma and Harry still not talking to each other and now Hermione saw a change in Emma from a happy and lively person she went quite and shut everybody out, she didn't eat at all. At the dinner she sat poking in her food looking very tired and depressed. She became skinny and dark shades began to envelop under her eyes, Hermione knew that Emma didn't sleep at night lying in her bed crying softly in her pillow. Tree weeks went by and it was now time for the exams. With the schoolwork Emma never tired and it seemed like she was covering her sorrow with it. She did fine doing the exams, but she reacted mechanically on everything else. One night, a week before the school term ended Emma lied as usual in her bed not able to sleep when she heard a voice inside her head calling her. She got up her bed and got dressed walking down the stairs with the crystal bowl in her arms. When she was brought up from the hypnotism she found herself some were she never had been before it was a stone covered room, like a chamber. In the other end of the room stood a figure a person in a robe his head covered with a hood.
- Welcome miss Dickens, the cold voice said
- Where am I? She asked, and who are you?
- You are nowhere and I'm Lord Voldemort.
- So you are Voldemort? What do you want with me? - I want that bowl in your arms, you see it is rightfully mine, but it was
stolen from me about 16 years ago.
- This is not yours! It was my mom's; I have inherited it from her!
- Your mom's you say and who was your mom?
- I think you know that... father.
- Father? ... He taught for a second and then said... Dumbledore... you are
Evelyn Dumbledore's daughter.
- Yes I am, she said looking at him with disgust - Yes... I knew that bitch would do something bad to me, but if you got to...
you got to, never say no to your desires, now give me the bowl. - NO! I may be of your creation but I am nothing like you, I fight on the
good side... - Give me the bowl! - Give me a reason to give it to you! - Oh very well I
shall give you one... you see that smoke inside the bowl can make me yet again immortal, when I was brought back to life by my loyal men, I had all my powers back, even my old wand, but I knew that I now was mortal again, it was a sacrifice I had to make if I was going to be able to rise again. Last year when I did this I was week but I send out my best men to search for the crystal bowl of light that had been stolen from me by your mother after a sleep over with me. I guess that she that night got pregnant with you. She stole the bowl to stop me from becoming immortal but to late I had already become it. Anyway after a long time of search I found out that you had it in your belongings and I have tried to summon you since then but you were to strong. But tonight you were week and you heard me and you came.
You see we are still at Hogwarts in an old chamber you can ask Potter about: The chamber of secrets. The Basilisk living here before is dead by
Potters hand. Now can I have the bowl?
- Never in my lifetime! Emma shouted
- We can arrange that, he said pointing his wand at her. - She reached instantly for hers but the word Expelliarmus drew it from her
hand and the cold hard laugher sounded in the chamber but Emma smiled - Do you think that will stop me? Then you should know that I didn't know how to use a wand until I got here I have been learned to use my hands. She
said
- Give me the bowl! He screamed sending out a curse against her. - (She dodged) Never! She shouted and tried to remember what Prof Trelawney had said about the bowl... "But it doesn't work if it's crashed to a ground made of old stone" The words rang in Emma's ears. Of course! That was what
she had to do. Emma raised the bowl over her head and trowed it hard against the floor and a force of light knocked her to the ground, the words NO from Voldemorts lips reached her ears and she smiled. But as a precaution she held her breath to the smoke was gone. She saw Voldemort disappear into thin air before she slipped out of consciousness. When she woke up she found herself standing in the middle of the hospital wing. She looked around and saw her grandpa looking out of a window... was it tears she saw coming from his eyes? what was he crying for? Then Harry came in, he went to Dumbledore who said something and Harry kneed on the floor with his head in his hands trembling with sadness. Why ware they so sad? She tried to ask but couldn't speak to them so she went up to them. Beside Dumbledore was a bed and she went up to it to have a look on who was in it. And then she saw why they were so sad. In the bed she lied... she was dead... but she didn't feel like it, she didn't want to die! Do you hear me she taught I don't want to die I don't want to............. Then everything went black. Emma opened her eyes and looked up there was her grandpa standing besides her and Harry sitting on the floor still with his head in his hands she reached out her hand and touched his head. Harry stopped crying looked up against Dumbledore to see if it was he had did that. Then he heard a weak voice calling:
- Harry... He rose up looking at Emma she opened her eyes and looked at him. He felt a tremendous joy inside him, he sat down on the side of her bed and she took his hand. Dumbledore hadn't notice that Emma was awake so she replied:
- Grandpa? Why are you crying? Dumbledore looked down and saw Emma who smiled weekly. He saw Harry sitting on her right side so he went to the left side. Emma let go of Harry and looked at her grandpa, when he sat down he bent over giving her a solid hug. Emma felt safe and loved in her grandpa's arms and she heard that his voice trembled when he began to spoke:
- You gave us quite a scare there Emma, I taught you wouldn't make it - I died didn't I? I could see you two... crying, I could se my self, but I
didn't want to die and I guess some one heard me. She said
- You did? Said Dumbledore, I guess that is what muggeles calls a near
death experience.
- I guess, what happened to the bowl?
- It's destroyed; you did just right. - Grandpa... I think mom didn't kill herself with meaning I think she tried to destroy the bowl and did it the wrong way, getting killed instead. She
tried to stop Voldemort to be immortal All this time Harry had sat quite looking at Emma. The experience of almost losing her had made him make a decision and he wanted badly to talk to her but didn't want to interfere with the conversation between Emma and her grandpa. Suddenly as if Dumbledore had read his mind he got up to speak to Madam Pompfrey about how long Emma would have stay in the hospital wing. When he had left Emma tried to sit up and Harry helped her:
- Tank you Harry, she said looking at him with sorrow in her eyes - You're welcome, Emma we need too talk about Voldemort being your father...
(Emma interrupted)
- Harry... I understand you; I really do, if you don't want to see me
anymore... - ... Have I said that? Emma I know I have been a complete idiot these last weeks, but I was so chocked by your news that I didn't know what to say to you, and then you broke up with me and I got even more confused. But I want you to know this... I don't care if Voldemort is your Father uncle or even mother, you are the same to me. I will never lose my feelings about you... I
love you Emma... He bent forward and drew her closer giving her a hug, she laid her head against his chest and then she said to him: " I love you too Harry, have always done and always will" then she lifted her head and looked right in his green eyes. Harry bent down and kissed her; the kiss grew deeper before they let go and she sank back into her pillow and spoke:
- So, we can go back to being Girlfriend, boyfriend?
- Yes we can... he said smiling giving her another kiss They hadn't noticed her grandpa and Madam Pompey in the background or the two others, Ron and Hermione standing in the doorway. Emma finally saw them waving at them to come in there were a lot more hugs and then Madam Pompey came to declare that the visiting hours was over and that Emma had to spent another day at the wing and then she would be able to return to school. Emma and Harry kissed one last time and he left with the others and Emma was getting her first real meal in weeks.