A/N: I've realized how well I could rephrase every chapter here, but I won't. Sorry for the delay, a few big things have just interrupted my life. I'll try to add 3 more chapters before next Monday.

"You did WHAT?"

Scott, Kiara and Andrew stood staring at Emma, mouths wide open as their reaction to the same thing that Emma had previous told Jake. Emma stared at the floor sheepishly, regretting she had said anything. Kiara, surely enough had broken the silence with her little comment. Why did life have to be so difficult?

Scott then took action, and Emma was grateful for how understanding he was. He half smiled and shrugged casually as if it was no real big deal.

"Well, how often 'do' wishes come true? Saying it didn't mean she exactly meant it. How often had be of wished for something that we didn't exactly mean?"

Andrew nodded in agreement but Kiara's reaction was almost as stubborn as Jakes.

"Right, so we're screwed here because of you?"

"Kiara!"

"It's TRUE! It's HER fault!"

Emma didn't take her eyes off the floor. How she wished with all her might that she could turn back time. Maybe they were right, maybe she was selfish. But she had no idea it would happen. Wishes are just stupid little fairytales. This whole situation was a stupid little fairytale.

Letting her auburn hair fall at the side of her face as she kept her stare focused on the ground, she felt the hot prickling sensation of tears building up in her stunning emerald green eyes again, turning her back onto the group to hide her feelings.

Scott elbowed Kiara hard in the ribs who winced loudly before sighing at the mistake of letting her big mouth open once again.

"Sorry" she muttered unconvincingly. "I guess it isn't really your fault"

Emma wasn't listening. She thought telling them would be the right thing to do. Without another word, she fled from the hall leaving the confused remaining Marauders behind her. She passed Alexis and Katie on her way out, both of them seeing the tears building up in her eyes and the depressed look written on her face and followed out after her. Emma picked up her pace; she just wanted to be alone.

"God...Bloody James, Oi! LILY!"

Emma ignored the call and burst out onto the grounds, taking herself to the lake where she collapsed on her knees on the banks edge right before the water. Tears streaming down her face with running mascara, she looked up and glanced over the lake with the bright half moon reflecting in the water.

"Why me..." she sobbed quietly before the small thuds of footsteps on the ground slowed to a walk as her two friends dropped down on either side of her.

"I think we've had another crying for one night" Lexi nodded, gently pushing Emma's hair back behind her ears.

"I don't want to be here anymore" Emma whispered as she brought her knees to her chest, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her and out onto the lake.

Katie half smiled and spoke next. "If this is about James Potter..."

"James has nothing to do with it" Emma lied quietly, cutting her off and hoping to drop the subject. If only Jake realized how much he had hurt Emma, it WASN'T her fault.

"Don't you lie to me Lily Evans!" Alexis accused, shocking Emma how much she could see right through her. Emma glanced at her as a small smirk appeared on Alexis' face. "I knew it"

"Knew what?" Katie answered before Emma could

"You like him"

"No...I don-"

"Liar"

"It's about something..."

"Why else would you be crying after your little session on the balcony? And after you spoke to the rest of the Marauders..." Alexis nodded, pleased at her arguing material.

Emma buried her head in her hands again. Katie rolled her eyes and sighed muttering something that sounded a lot like, 'Stupid males'.

"You won't understand" Emma sobbed quietly.

"Try us"

"If we won't, no one else will"

"Lils..." Alexis' tone had become very serious. It was rare for the girl to settle down from the pranks and the jokes. Emma guessed when it came to friends, they meant everything. "What's going on?"

For the first time ever Emma had never wanted to bad to tell someone something. She wanted to spill everything. The site, the mix up, the absence from her family, the fictional story she was captured in. Everything.

But she remained silent. She said nothing.