Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. I only own Emilie and the plot. The song sung by Emilie is not mine either. It is 'Travelin' Soldier' by Dixie Chicks.
A/N: SoOoO sorry for a long awaited update…school started and I was pre-occupied. Forgive me?
As Emilie walked back downstairs to join Grandpa Joe for dinner, thoughts were buzzing around her head. 'What should I tell Grandpa Joe? He always told me to tell him when I inherit new powers…maybe when he tells me I should tell him I already know…I don't know what to do…oh jeez this is gonna be tough' As she drew closer to the dining room, delicious smells were being emitted from the room. She could also sense a nervous feel about the room and sure enough there was Grandpa Joe, pacing the length of the room, his hands twisted in knots and his brow furrowed. It actually looked as though he were muttering to himself.
As Emilie walked back downstairs to join Grandpa Joe for dinner, thoughts were buzzing around her head. As she drew closer to the dining room, delicious smells were being emitted from the room. She could also sense a nervous feel about the room and sure enough there was Grandpa Joe, pacing the length of the room, his hands twisted in knots and his brow furrowed. It actually looked as though he were muttering to himself.
"Well, hel-hello dear. Sit down I made all your favorite foods," he nervously stuttered as I walked into the room. He was telling the truth though, he had made all my favorite foods. Macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese, ravioli Florentine, garlic bread, and Oreo milkshakes lined our table in bowls and glasses. No wonder I could smell this from the stairs, it looked delicious.
"So, Grandpa Joe, what did you want to tell me that was so important? It had to be important if you made all my favorite foods," I said, laughing to myself to lighten the blow that I knew was coming.
"Hunny, you're going to be 16 soon, I think you can handle the truth. I didn't know how to break this to you…it's really hard for me…" he started to say, but I cut him off, I had to! 'I can't let him go through with telling me, I just can't! it's too hard for him!'
"I know that you're sick, Grandpa Joe. I know that you have six weeks to live. And I know all of this because today I discovered that I can read people's minds. I really wanted to tell you the moment I found out, but I found out by hearing you think that you only have six weeks to live. Grandpa Joe, I love you so much! What am I supposed to do without you?" I rushed all this information out in one breath, so by the time I finished I was breathing fast and heavy.
"Oh darling, I'm so glad you told me about your new talent, but I'm sorry you discovered it the way that you did. I found out that I have lung cancer about 3 months ago, but I didn't want to write and ruin your school year. I guess all these years of smoking have finally taken there toll on me. I would've never found out, but about 4 months ago I had a slight stroke (A/N: See? This is why people shouldn't smoke! Plus, secondhand smoke kills!!) and a month later when I went in for my checkup, they told me. I love you, too baby doll and everything is going to be okay. You have one lone, living blood relative that you will be going to stay with. Granted, he is staying with the only relatives he has left, but that doesn't matter. You'll be in good hands with him, Dumbledore has assured me of this."
I was suddenly dumbstruck. 'Did he just say Dumbledore? As in ALBUS DUMBLEDORE?? As in Headmaster of Hogwarts? Oh my god, I can't believe it!' "DUMBLEDORE?!? As in Hogwarts Headmaster?? Is that where I'm going to be staying?" I practically jumped out of my seat with joy.
"No sweetie, that's going to be your new school. In six weeks, after everything is done with, you'll be going to stay with your cousin. He lives in London with his aunt, his mother's sister. He is your mother's brother's son, but like you, his parents are dead, too." Grandpa Joe carefully explained.
'Oh My God! There is NO WAY that I am related to Harry Potter!! HOW?!? How could I not know this? I've never even met him! But then again, he has lived with his aunt since he was basically born…oh my word, my poor cousin. COUSIN!! This is abso-frickin-lutely CRAZY!!!' "Grandpa Joe, are you telling me that I am related to Harry James Potter? You must be joking around with me, aren't you? How could you have never told me before this?? How is this possible?? How come I never knew? How come you never told me?" I began shouting across the table at him, hurt apparent in my eyes.
"I am so sorry Emilie, I really am, but it was for the better. We, that being me and Dumbledore, couldn't tell you, not until it was necessary. Right now, it seems vital to tell you. As I told you, he is related to you through your mother. Your mother's maiden name was Potter, hunny. Didn't you ever wonder why you and Harry were so much alike? Both able to produce Patronus charms at such a young age, both with shining emerald green eyes. You never wondered? Why do you think I encouraged you to research Mr. Potter so well, I figured you would get the clue, but you never looked into his background I guess. I really am sorry Emilie, but for now, lets just have a nice dinner, okay?" He tried to look me in the eye, but I wouldn't have it.
"I've suddenly lost my appetite grandpa, just save me some food for later." With that, I retreated up to my room.
Hermione's POV
"Hermione, darling, can you come down here please? Mummy and Daddy have something very important to tell you," my mother called upstairs.
God- I hate when they call themselves Mummy and Daddy! It sickens me! I am 15 years old, get with the picture people!! I am not 5 years old anymore, call yourself Mum and Dad for Pete's sake!!
"Coming Mum and Dad! Be right there, just let me change!"
I changed out of my black sweats and red Gryffindor t-shirt. I put on my favorite blue jeans and a baby blue tank top that said "Your lips keep moving but all I hear is 'Blah…blah…blah'" and a pair of white flip-flops I walked downstairs to see worried looking parents. This can not be good.
"Hermione…Hermy (God I hate that name!) we have to tell you something. Dearest…Daddy and I are getting a divorce. (WHAT?!)"
"What…are…you…talking about? ARE YOU INSANE?!?"
"No sweetums (Did I mention that I am NOT 5 years old?), but Daddy and I don't love each other anymore. I've been seeing someone on the side (HELLO! It's called cheating!) and Frederic and I have decided to get married, so I am divorcing Daddy. Don't be alarmed, you can come live with Mommy and Frederic. How's that sound?" I saw the detached look on my father's face as she said this.
"NO!" I screamed. "I will not go live with you and your cheating lover. I want to live with Dad and THAT IS FINAL!! And if you try to change my mind, I'll hate you forever, even more than I hate you right now!"
With that, I stormed out of the house. I had no idea where I was going, but I had to blow off steam somehow. I walked into town and then to the park, finally returning home as night fell. Mother tried to talk to me, but I ran up the stairs and locked my bedroom door. Thank God that I asked for that lock last year when my pesky cousins spent a month here, it sure came in handy, then and especially now. God I can't take this right now! I need to sleep.
Draco's POV
I awoke a few hours later and night had already fallen. I went downstairs to scrounge some food because I was terribly hungry. As I entered the kitchen, I could still smell the supper my mother had most likely made me before going to bed. I was right, there on the counter were my favorite foods waiting for me, Macaroni & Cheese and Grilled Cheese. No one else I know loves these foods as much as I do, I could eat them all day, everyday if it were possible. Just as I was finishing, a head popped into the fireplace. The most terrifying sight anyone could see, Lucius Malfoy, my father.
"Draco- what on earth are you doing? Where is your mother? Get her now you damn fool! Don't just stand there- GO!" Lucius' head shouted at me.
"If you must know Lucius, I am eating. And for your information, mother is sleeping. If you have to speak with her, contact her in her room," I coldly replied.
"Don't you dare disrespect me boy- I am your father!" he scolded.
"Not by choice Lucius, trust me," I scoffed and then, I walked away. That was the first time I had turned my back on my father. I knew I would pay for it later, but at the moment, I didn't care. I headed back upstairs to my room and promptly fell asleep the moment my head hit my satin pillow.
Ron's POV
Ginny and I flooed home and I went right up to my bedroom. I had to write in my journal. No, I do not own a diary u twit, it's a journal! A journal, damnit! Anyway...I took it out of its secret spot and began to write.
Dear Journal,
Today was my last day of fifth year and I couldn't be happier. A lot happened this past year. Hermione dated Malfoy…MY 'Mione dated that prick Malfoy. Thankfully they broke up, I think that may have been the happiest day of my life. I considered coming out with my feelings for her. And I've officially decided that I love her. That's right, I'm busting out the L-word. Crazy, isn't it? I dated Lavender Brown for awhile this year, but I caught her and Seamus in a broom closet after the Christmas Ball. I let them be together, I didn't really mind. I was in love already, but of course, Malfoy had my 'Mione. The day they broke up, I almost kissed her I was so happy! But I have to get going, off to dinner and then bed. I can't wait until 'Mione and Harry come over the summer!
Ginny's POV
I ran right to my room…I couldn't believe I wasn't over these feelings yet! It has been four years for crying out loud! I need my diary!!
Dear Diary,
I am in love with the best friend of my brother, Harry James Potter. I have loved him for four years and it hasn't gone away. I tried dating Michael and then Dean, but nothing works. Those emerald eyes haunt my dreams. I dream of them every night, I dream of him loving me, for I know it can never be true. One day, he will notice me though! And that day I will fall into his arms and smother him with my kisses. I will love Harry James Potter for the rest of my life, nothing will change that.
Other then that, Hermione dated Draco this year. Harry and Ron weren't too happy about that, especially Ron. Ronald is sadly in the same boat as me, an unrequited love. But luckily for him, Hermione loves him too. Alas, she has not realized it yet, but it is true. This I know for sure. I can tell these things about people.
I can't wait until Hermione and Harry come visit for the summer! But right now its dinner time and Ron is banging on my door to hurry up, that everyone is waiting on me. Then I am going to take a relaxing bath and head to bed. It has been a tiring day.
Ginny
Up in my room, I paced back and forth before going into my closet and getting out my guitar. Nothing could calm me like my guitar, except for my writing. I had to sing a song, any song at all. I started the song and slowly the words came to me.
"Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth, café there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy, so she gave him a smile
And he said, would you mind sittin' down for awhile
And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low
She said, I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said, I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care
I've got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says, a soldier's coming home
So the letters came
From an army camp
In California, then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love
And all of the things he was so scared of
He said ,when it's gettin' kinda rough over here
I think of that day, sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for awhile
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said, folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local, Vietnam dead
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read, that nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone
When the letter says a soldier's coming home"
After singing and playing my guitar, I was exhausted from the day. I lay down on my quilted bed and promptly fell asleep, waiting for this day to finally end.
A/N: Again, I am so sorry for such a long time to update! Please don't hate me!! Read and Review…Hope you liked it!