A/N: I'm so sorry it took months to update this story and that this chapter isn't exactly the longest in the world. As I have said many times before, tenth grade is evil, along with AP classes, and final exams. I've been so busy, I just haven't had time. Sorry! Thanks you SO much for all the wonderful reviews! I can't believe I've reached 50! It's amazing. You guys are great.
In this chapter you will finally get the answer to a question I know you all have been dying to ask. What's up with Emily? The sad part is this story is almost over, I never meant it to be long, it was originally a one-shot actually. Anyway, we've got a couple lose ends to tie up, don't worry. So anyway, on with the chapter….
Emily's SecretTwo years later, Harry would have an answer to that question. Sure, he was only ten, but with a little help from his Grandma's wand and, of course Emily, he had made it to high school. Which was, if that's even possible, scarier then Middle School. The school seemed to be built by the same designer as all of the other schools in the area. Meaning that it was huge, ugly, and looked like a prison with windows. 2,000 kids went to Thomas Edison High School, and they all seemed to think that anyone below the age of 13 was a baby. It didn't matter to Harry though; he had Emily and his Grandma who had taken a job as a sub at the high school. At least it wasn't worse than middle school.
'Well, maybe not' Harry thought, remembering that first day of Middle School. It had only been two years ago, but felt like ten years.
Back then, he had been a naive little kid. Now he was, well, a more mature little kid. Anyway, that wasn't the point, the point was something was up with Emily and he wanted to know what it was.
They had been best friends since that day, so long ago, when he had walked into Mrs. White's classroom. Back then he hadn't realized what it meant to blush around a girl, now he did. Not that he would ever tell Em that. Anyway, that wasn't the point either.
I had all started about a month ago when Em had shown up to school with a black eye. She had said she had walked into a door. Harry hadn't believed her. Em had always had small cuts and burses on her arms, which she would brush away as being due to her clumsiness if asked. But she had never been clumsy around Harry. Something was up, and Harry didn't like it one bit.
"Harry, I know you're worried about Emily," McGonagall said, as she passed him the peas. It was dinnertime. "But I don't want you doing anything that would give us away."
She was talking about magic, of course, but didn't say it because Harry had been a little moody about his magic lately. In September he'd have to go to Hogwarts and right now that was something he didn't want to do. Emily was his best friend and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. He'd also be going as Harry Potter, which meant he'd probably never get to see McGonagall either if Dumbledore had anything to say about it.
"I wouldn't do anything to give us away, Gran, you know that," Harry said, annoyed. So he'd taken a little joyride on his Grandma's broom once, that didn't mean he wasn't careful. Besides; it wasn't like anyone saw him.
The doorbell rang, pulling them both out of their thoughts.
"I'll get it," Harry said, "its probably Em. We're supposed to go over some Spanish verbs."
He hated Spanish with a passion, but it was the one course Emily would not drop, and he didn't want her to take a class without him. She had told him that Spanish was a good life skill to have, whatever that meant, and that she'd help him pass if it was the last thing she did. Harry had almost forgotten how much he hated the language after she said she'd be over at six. He had it bad and he knew it.
He got up and answered the door. Sure enough it was Emily, but she looked terrible. The right side of her face was all red, as if someone had slapped her there. Both her eyes were black and her arms full of bruises. She was limping, too. When she saw Harry she started to cry.
"Emily, what happened," Harry said in horror.
Emily just cried harder and hugged him.
"Grandma," Harry yelled not knowing what else to do. McGonagall came into the hall and let out a scream. With out thinking she pulled out her want and performed some healing spells. The weird thing was that Emily didn't seem to find anything strange about this, she just cried harder.
"I think we need to talk," McGonagall said, leading them into the living room.
"I-I'm s-sorry I didn't tell y-you earlier," Emily said through her tears, "b-b-b I just couldn't. I-I didn't want you t-t h-hate me."
"Tell me what?" Harry asked in confusion. Then, figuring that that sounded insensitive, he added, "and we would never hate you."
"Go on Emily, no one will hurt you here," McGonagall coaxed.
"M-my dad, is a D-Death Eater," Emily choked out.
