Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other element of the story. Emily Black and her mother and brother are my creations so don't use them without permission
Author's Note Edited: This beginning is a little different than the old one. For one thing, I started it from her point of view when she is older. What's is going on? Ha. You won't know for a long time. Each year, I'll start like this, giving more and more information about the future. It's only about 1550 words : The other chapters are 2000 or more. 2000 is my word quota. I tried to extend this but it just didn't work very well so I decided to just leave it.
Chapter 1: Escape from "Torture"
Sometimes, living my life can be a total lie. I lie about my dad to people. I lie about my family. I lie about my feelings. I lie about a lot of things. My life has had so many sick and ironic things happen in it that it isn't even funny anymore.
I took most of it in good stride, ignoring the bad times and soaking in the good. Like I was some weird type of sponge. The things I've seen, the things I've done, and the things I've heard or have said... The horrors that have befallen in my life.
I sighed and closed my diary. I looked up into the mirror and gazed at my 22 year-old self; my black hair fell down to a little past my shoulders and my blue eyes shined sharply. Tomorrow was my wedding day and I was nervous and excited at the same time. I never thought I'd meet anyone quite like this man. Smiling I got to my feet. I had work to get done.
I walked down the halls of the school, thinking about my first time being here, and how I got there. It was a memory that seemed to be pounded into my head and I wasn't going to forget it any time soon.
I was almost 13, when that fateful day came upon me. My birthday was nearing in only about a week and a half. But I was never really hip on the ideas of birthdays. One time my aunt gave me a dead gerbil to teach me birthdays are worthless, just another day in the year. I cried in my room for the rest of the day. But that's history, but so is everything else about my past.
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"Are you in there causing trouble, Emily?" I heard my aunt yell through my almost broken door. She bursts in almost every day, by pounding or kicking it open. It was about to be ripped off its hinges now. I just shrugged her off and continued to read my book. 'What's the use? She comes in anyway.' "Emily! Answer me, you wench!" She began pounding on my door, louder and louder the noise got until I just couldn't stand it any longer.
"YES! I'M IN HERE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, slamming my book shut.
"Don't you dare talk to me in that tone!" She kicked the door open so hard that I think it actually broke for once. 'About time it did that,' I thought. My evil aunt glared down at me and the smile fell off my face, like Jell-O on a wall. "You hear me, girl?"
"Yes Madame," I replied dryly, trying hard not to roll my eyes. Apparently I'm all ready in trouble and I did not need to add to it.
"You better watch it or I'll-"
"What? You'll tell my father? Ha," I cut her off.
"Your father was a-"
"A cheating liar that should have never knocked up my mum?" Mildred glared.
"He was no better than your unfaithful mother!"
"Well, at least my mum was a proper witch!" She scowled, and her face crinkled up like she was some kind of monkey. I couldn't help but laugh. But I was shut up quickly by a loud, firm slap across my face. Her long nails dug into my skin, releasing blood. I lifted my fingers and wiped my cheek. I stared at my hand, where blood was smeared and narrowed my eyes.
"That'll surely leave a mark," she sneered at me, mocking me with her cold-hearted eyes. I couldn't believe she just said that!
"You bitch! Get out of my room! NOW!" I stood up some, my face red with anger. This was the last time! I wasn't going to take it anymore! I am a human being and I don't deserve to be treated like I am some kind of animal. In response to my outburst, she just hit me again, on the other side, this time harder so tears rolled down my red cheeks. I slumped onto my bed again.
"You're such a wimp." The tears rolled more freely down my face and I let my temper go, yelling random curses and names at her. She stood in my doorway smiling; clearly she was amused. When she went to open her large, overused mouth to say something, I screamed some kind of spell or something because the next thing I knew she was unconscious from a lamp being thrown at her head. Blood trickled down her forehead from the impact spot and soaked into the carpet. I sat there, dumbfounded, not able to move, too scared to speak. The clock on the wall was the only sound I could hear, my own breathing was shallow. 'Is she dead?' I thought over and over again. I just couldn't shake off the shock.
It was nearly dusk, when I finally realized that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. I packed some of my belongings in a small book-bag and grabbed a thin blanket and pillow, last but not least my Hogwarts letter. I closed the door behind me, stuffing the letter in the inside pocket of my jacket. I wasn't going to stay here another year. She has kept me away from my real life for too long.
My nosy neighbors watched me closely as I sprinted down the street towards the bus station. People were just getting home from their jobs. Their glaring eyes were full of disgust and their noses crinkled up like I smelled like rotten eggs. I stopped at the small station. It was just a clear, plastic, rectangular box, with one side missing and a wooden bench. No one was there, so I threw my stuff down on the bench and started to pace, waiting for the transport.
"Emily Black!" I heard a middle-age female voice call from behind. I turned slowly, half-expecting to be pulled away by my ear, half-expecting to be slapped again. I automatically touched my neck, where a tiny scar was. It was sort of a habit, a second nature. I was surprised to meet the gaze of a tall skinny woman, with fair hair up in a tight bun and old people glasses. She bared emerald green robes and a matching hat. Her eyes were sternly looking down at me and my heart stopped pumping.
"Ye. . .Yes?" I mumbled. I slowly brought my arms back to my side, and tried not to run.
"I'm Professor McGonagall. I've come to escort you to Hogwarts," she told me.
"Escort me?" I asked, but she continued on, apparently not taking notice of my question.
"Professor Dumbledore has waited ages to meet you. Why haven't you been at school?"
"Huh?" Professor Dumbledore? The Headmaster? I was so confused at this point. Was she actually from Hogwarts or was this a trick being pulled on me?
"You did get your letter, right?" I nodded slowly, and pulled it out of my blue jacket. My hands were shaking as I held it out to her. She took it gracefully and read it with ease. "So, what seems to be the problem?"
"What do you mean?" Her expression tightened a little.
"I mean, why are you running away?"
"Well, I...I was... You see-" I couldn't seem to find the words. It was like they refused to come out of my throat. My mind raced and my heart pumped fast. Suddenly I felt faint, the world began to spin, and my head throbbed. My stomach felt like it was on a roller coaster. I squinted my eyes in pain, wrapping my arms around my belly.
"Emily? Emily, are you OK?" I heard her cry out, catching the attention of the others at the stop. That's really the last thing I remembered from that night.
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I awoke in a large room that smelled of stale peppermints. Windows were on three of the four walls, and there were two doors, one I'm guessing to the bathroom and the other must lead outside. There was a fresh vase of daisies on the nightstand next to me with a note attached.
Dear Emily,
Hogwarts is delighted to have you attending this year. We told that nasty Aunt Mildred of yours where you are and that she shouldn't expect you to come home until the summer. We have given you more than enough money to pay for your supplies. The room is paid for till you come to Hogwarts. Have fun and explore. See you September 1st. Remember, 11 o'clock sharp, platform 9 and three quarters.
Sincerely,
Professor Dumbledore.
Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"Wait what?" I asked myself out loud, obviously confused. I could hear the clanking of glasses and tons of voices below me. I threw the covers off myself in a hurry and ran into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, I saw a worn version of my 12 year-old self. There were bags under my eyes and my face was paler than usual. The marks from my Aunt's nails were still there, no longer bleeding. I showered quickly. I dressed myself from the pile of clean clothes that was on the sink, and traveled down the stairs to see my fate.