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 without permission :(
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Smack and Sweets (even though she didn't review, grrrr). I've only read through this chapter once and I'm sure there are a ton of mistakes in it, but Sweets really wanted something new to read. Edited Noted Like 2550 words Yup. Combining these made a lot of sense to me... besides my attempt to make it longer. nods It did. And this is suppose to start funny :)Chapter 4: The Journey
He stared at me, but not blinking. His normally gelled back blond hair fell from the firm hold. The shock that I actually came to see him I guess was a little too much because he stumbled onto his butt.
"I said "Hello"." His eyes were wide and his face paler than it usually is. "Earth to Draco." "What do you want?" he managed to say. I was offended! Why isn't he gravelling at my feet and drooling?
"To say hello. Haven't I established that already?" I smiled at him and extended my hand. It was that least I could so. When he took a hold of my hand it felt as if my body was on fire. I could feel my heart race faster and my cheeks turn bright red. My new appearance seemed to relax him a little.
"Sorry."
"Am I really that scary looking?" I giggled and looked into the compartment's mirror.
"Ah, not at all Black." He took a step towards me. The whole situations felt strangely familiar. Then, two shadows appeared on the floor, I turned to face the doorway. 'Ugh. Looks like they were beat with an ugly stick . . . maybe the whole tree!" I thought. "Crabbe, Goyle. How nice of you to finally come and talk to me." Draco said under his breath. The others weren't listening to him though; they were staring with glazed eyes at me.
"Want a picture? It'll last longer," I told them. Their eyes burned holes in my head, then my neck, and my… wait a minute. "Hey, I'm a bit farther up!" I pointed to my face; Draco cleared his throat and grabbed their attention.
"I think it's time to go see our celebrity," he sneered. I looked at him in amazement. I knew whom he was talking about. I knew almost everything he ever did to Harry, without his knowledge of course. The ugly-heads pushed backwards out of the compartment, letting Draco and I pass through and up the hallway. We came to a stop before a door at the very end of the train. "Well, look who it is," he said rather loudly. I gulped as I watched Malfoy throw open the door. Peering in from off to the side I saw 4 people. There was Harry, and those two friends from Diagon Alley . . . and Remus Lupin? He was the last person I wanted to see, good thing he is asleep. "Potty and the Weasel."
'He is going to get himself hurt badly one day . . .' I thought.
"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold Weasley. Did your mother die of shock?" The redheaded boy got to his feet, face full of anger. He knocked a basket to the ground; I followed it as it hit Lupin's feet. Remus made a noise and moved a little. No real sign that he was actually awake though. Damn. Draco fell back some and pushed past me, exposing me more. Harry looked at me in amazement; I looked towards Lupin to avoid eye contact. "Who's that?" Malfoy asked, nudging his head towards the scrawny man.
"New teacher." Now Harry was on his feet too. Although, he was paying more attention to me, than Malfoy. "What were you saying, Malfoy?" Draco glanced at me then back at Harry.
"Have you met Emily Black, Potty?" He shoved me forward a little towards Harry and laughed.
"Black?" His eyes widened at the mention of my surname. I gave Malfoy a death glare and looked around the compartment. Everyone (except Lupin) was gazing at me!
"Your last name is Black?" Weasley wheezed. "You're a Black?" Ignoramus! I'm only using this name because it's fun!
"Yea," I said softly, not meeting eyes with anyone. Harry's expression fell from shock to anger.
"All this time! You've been on his side!" Harry yelled, pointing to Draco.
"Harry!" Whispered the puffy haired girl. She nodded towards Lupin and put her finger to her lips. I ignored her gestures. Let Lupin wake up for all I care.
"I haven't been on anyone side!" I screamed back. I didn't want to have this turn into a huge fight but I guess it's going to be inevitable. "How can you be so narrow minded!"
"Me? Narrow-minded? You lied to me!"
"How the bloody hell did I lie to you Harry? You never asked my last name, so I didn't give it! You spent so much time with me and still you'll turn like this? Just because I have the same last name as Sirius Black?" They all seemed cringe at the mentioning of my fathers name.
"You could have been spying!" Weasley bellowed.
"For who?"
"Stay out of this Ron!" Harry told him. "Emi?"
"Leave me alone Harry. I can see where your standards lie," I hissed. I gave Draco a good shove as I turned around. I made my way through the train to the empty compartment I had found earlier. Sitting down I placed my head in my hands and sighed. "That didn't go well," I said to myself.
I stared out the window for a while when I noticed the scenery was slowing down. 'Can we be there already?' I thought, sitting up more. Then the train stopped abruptly, causing me to slide off my seat and on to the floor. If like that wasn't enough, all the lights went out. A total blackout. Great. 'Like my day couldn't get any worse!'
At that thought my compartment door slammed open and a figure appeared. I couldn't make out whom it was; all I could see was the dark outline. The room grew cold; like the warmth was being sucked from my body. I felt faint, as if my life was draining from me, leaving me lifeless. I shut my eyes tight, and the room got colder. I could hear my aunts tone of voice screaming swear words at me, then telling me I'm useless, or claiming I'm going to hell. I wanted to cry out, to make the voices stop, but I was too scared too. I covered my ears and gritted my teeth. "Emily! Emily, are you listening to me? Look at me when I'm talking to you! Stop crying! You're such a baby!" "Stop it!" I yelled. The voice of my aunt went away. I opened my eyes; the compartment was still full of darkness and loud voices were coming from all directions. The coolness left just as soon as it came. I was confused and at the same time scared. There's nothing in the World I hate more then being alone in the dark. I'm not per-say afraid of it, but I'm not a fan. I think that's why people find irony in my name.
The lights came on and I looked around. Everything that was on my seat was now on the floor, like I was. I sighed in relief to see all my stuff was still there. Picking myself up off the floor I stuck my head out through the already opened door and looked around. It seemed like many other people had the same idea I had; actually it looked as if most had actually fallen out of their sections. I laughed at the morons. A quick jolt and the train was moving again. I closed the door and took out my potions book to read. 'I think I'd rather be caught up in the subject judging by Harry's encounters with the teacher.'
When we stopped again I stuffed all my stuff in a small bag I had carried with me and left. Outside it was pouring rain… more like pelting. The drops stung my skin as they hit, making me wince. 'My Aunt was right . . . I am a wimp.' I considered.
I followed the other students up a hill where it looked like millions of white carriages waited. The strange thing was that none of them had horses . . . Ignoring it, I climbed into one of them and waited. Three other people got in. There was a girl with long hair that looked blond in one light and brown in another and cloudy colored eyes that looked like she was up to something. The other two were boys, one had short brown hair and was tall, and very handsome, but he was holding the female's hand. The extra person had dark hair that reached past his ears a bit, his blue eyes looked into mine with a strange longing, but not the longing Draco had, a different one. Then his serious expression broke into a smile.
"Guys, maybe we should introduce ourselves to the newbie," he mentioned to the couple. They stopped fooling around and glanced at me. They, too, smiled.
"I'm Oliver Wood. 6th year Gryffindor," the shorthaired male told me.
"I'm Swe-" Oliver nudged her. "Fine. I'm Sarah Conlon. 5th year Slytherin." My first reaction was to growl. Slytherin. Ack. Then the last spoke up again, as Oliver and Sarah started to giggle.
"I'm Zandyr Glasgo. Slytherin. 5th year." He held out his hand and I shook it. "And who might you be, I've never seen you here before?" His voice was calm and gentle . . . and not very English.
"I'm Emi. I'm suppose to be a 3rd year but I'm not sure what's going to happen," I said.
"Why's that?"
"Well, technically this is my first year here."
"Ohhh. Well don't worry. Professor McGonagall will make sure everything is correct."
"I'm not worrying." I stared at him. He reminded me of my father when he was 15. Which came to give me a bright idea. He had blue eyes, black hair, the same name and an American accent . . . but he was a Slytherin. No... It couldn't be him... "So, do you have any siblings that go here?" I asked casually.
"Yeah, one," he replied.
"Who?"
"I'm looking at her." I was shocked. How'd he figure it to be me? There's nothing about me that's the same except for my eyes and name.
"You must be mistaken because my brother died when I was six." His eyebrows raised some.
"Oh, really? Is that what Aunt Mildred told you?" He was Zandyr!
"Zandyr!" I leap across the carriage and hugged him. It felt like ages . . . well it had been. "I've missed ya Smallpox!" he whispered to me. I could feel the carriage stop and Sarah and Wood, climbed out, leaving me with my brother. "Shall we?" We laughed and followed the lovebirds. I gasped at the size of Hogwarts. We walked into the large castle into what seemed like a hall. On the walls hung with pictures and floating candles flew overhead. There were two large marble staircases; across from them were giant wooden doors, which opened as soon as the first person reached.
"Potter! Black! Granger! I need to see you three!" I looked around and saw Harry and his friends watching a teacher move through the crowd towards them; I made my way over reluctantly. When I reached them, the three of them turned and gave me a look that could kill a yak from 20 yards away. I glanced at the teacher that called my name. It was the same teacher from the night I ran away from my Aunt! Her hair was still in the same tight bun and her glasses rested on the brow of her nose. "There's no reason to look so worried," She said to Harry and the girl, "I just want a word in my office. Move along Weasley." The redheaded boy continued to watch the three of us disappear up the staircase. I took a deep breath as I saw one of the small stairs move.
'Uhhh . . . is that suppose to happen?'
Walking into the office, I observed it was fairly small, but still bigger than my old room at my aunt's house. She motioned for us to sit down as she took her chair behind the maple desk. "Miss Black, we need to place you in a house." I nodded my head in agreement. "We will take care of that after the feast. For now please sit with the Gryffindors."
Granger shot me another look of hatred. 'Why does she hate me? I never did anything to her,' I thought.
"Now, Hermione and Emily will you please stand for a bit. I must perform a spell." I looked up at Granger whose eyes were still on mine.
"Yes Professor," she responded. I got up as Hermione did and we stood about a yard and half apart. Professor McGonagall got to her feet too and walked over to where we were standing.
"I need to transfer some of the past two years into Miss Black. It'll save us a lot of trouble." I saw Hermione open her mouth but McGonagall continued, "Hermione you are the brightest Gryffindor in the third year, is it OK if I use you?" She nodded, not taking her eyes away from mine. Professor took out her wand and placed it on Hermione's temple. "Abalienare." When she pulled away, a long silver thread hung from the end of it. Then she put it on my temple and I felt a warming sensation go through my whole body, then it turned into a burning one, as if I was on fire. Events flashed before my eyes; words, books, and people. The burning stopped and I was back in McGonagall's office. "There that's better," she told me. "Take your seats again. Now, Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Potter." As if on cue a short stubby looking women bustled into the office.
"I'm fine. I don't need anything," Harry told her, but she didn't seem to hear. McGonagall turned to me again, after she had taken her seat.
"Emily, you may go down to the feast if you wish, or you could stay here and walk down later with us." I pondered it for a bit.
"I think I'll just go to the feast Professor," I answered.
"OK then, do you think you can get back there?" Humph. Meanie.
"Yes, I think I'll be fine. Thank you Professor." She smiled at me and I made my way out the door. The pictures on the staircase wall watched me and whispered things to one another as I past them.
"I heard she's Sirius Black's kid."
"No, I heard she was a vampire." A vampire? Oh come on! I laughed to myself and walked into the Great Hall. The ceiling was a storming gray, and very cloudy. I remember that Hermione knew that it was enchanted to look like the sky outside. I took a seat at the end of the table of the Gryffindors and watched what I thought must be the sorting. Many of the table's occupants sent me looks like the one's Hermione and Harry were giving me in McGonagall's office. I shrugged them off and decided to stay quiet. Besides it would be very rude of me to bitch at them during the ceremony.
A/N: Edited Ummm... Yeah. The memory thing. It means that almost everything that happened to Hermione during the first and second years were placed into Emi, like she was there instead. It's pretty weird. I am aware the whole thing with Zandyr was kind of silly. Actually, I'm aware the whole chapter was kind of silly. shrugs Deal.