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Emlyn stared up at Harry. He was standing on the Ravenclaw table pointing his wand at her chest, his green eyes ablaze with anger.
She had tried these past weeks to goad him into fighting her, thinking that if she took her rage out on him she would feel normal again. Tynan's death claimed her emotions like no other experience, and she lived and breathed revenge for her sister and family's deaths. She lived and breathed to make Harry Potter suffer for her pain.
But, Harry never rose to meet her challenges. She had even begun to wonder if he even cared she was around at all. She needed him to fight her; it was the only way she could actually do serious magic and justify it. The trivial pranks she played on him were nothing compared to the actual things she wanted to do to him. That's why when Harry actually reacted to her prank tonight, Emlyn was shocked into silence.
She sat still, staring at him with a mixture of admiration, anger and anticipation. It took an attack on his friends and housemates for him to take action against her, and no matter what her feelings were towards him, she couldn't help but be impressed. He did not care what she did to him, but he would protect his friends at all costs. However, the more she thought of it, the angrier she became.
Where was his talent and bravery when he met Voldemort face to face? If the information from Draco was correct, after his prophecy was made, Harry had faced the Dark Lord five separate times and failed each time to fulfill his destiny.
At this point, Emlyn didn't care what the outcome of the inevitable battle between Voldemort and Harry was. If Harry had succeeded before, Tynan and her parents would not be dead. Even if he had called for their help instead of leaving them in an emotional limbo, Tynan would be alive. They were to powerful not to succeed where Harry failed. But Harry had ignored them; left them waiting and wondering. And now he was standing on a table, challenging her to a fight she knew he would lose. Harry had no idea who he was up against. Malicious happiness joined her anger as she slowly stood up to face him.
He wasn't moving; his eyes were locked with hers. She saw his friends come to stand behind him, and she saw the protection in their eyes. Rage pumped in her veins and a slight smirk curled onto her face. The whole Hall was silent with anticipation, every eye watching Harry for the next move. Even the teachers seemed to wait for a sign from Harry that everything was under control.
Instead Harry spoke in a low voice threaded with poorly concealed anger, "Don't take whatever you have against me out on my friends, Riley. I've ignored your childish shit so far, but I won't pretend its okay for you to attack them."
"I'll do anything to get you to fight me, Potter," Emlyn answered softly, her smirk replaced with seriousness.
"And why do you want to fight me? I think this is the most I've ever even spoken to you so I don't really know what it is that I've done to piss you off," Harry said, his eyes unwavering. To his surprise, Emlyn laughed darkly.
"I think it's what you haven't done that angers me the most, Potter." She saw a flicker of confusion flash in his eyes before the anger returned, so she continued. "I want to see if you can live up to what people say about you, Mighty Potter," she mocked him and was pleased when his anger visually grew.
"Why does it matter?" Harry said slowly. "People say what they want; I've never listened to it. If you want to know the truth all you had to do was ask."
"I'm asking now, Potter. But mostly because I want to see if what I know is true," she smirked again, her anger rising. Harry saw the gleam in her bright blue eyes darken with her fury.
"And what do you know?" Harry challenged. Emlyn laughed, unable to keep her mirth to herself. He was right where she wanted him. But she was surprised she didn't feel happier about it, unchecked rage still curled through her. She stared into his eyes as she slowly enunciated each word like it was a death blow.
"You are a failure."
The entire school gasped around them, and she heard the teachers' chairs scrap back with an urgency. But suddenly the room crackled alive for her and a power she had never felt flowed under her fingertips. The Power gave her an excitement she had not felt in two longs months, and one look into Harry's furious green gaze and she knew nothing but revenge.
Revenge for her murdered sister.
Revenge for her murdered family.
Revenge for the pain and suffering she felt every day.
To her, no one else existed in the Great Hall except for Harry and it didn't matter.
"Aquilus caedes abicio facesso." She whispered in a low voice, using the mysterious power to fuel her spell.
As soon as the words left her lips, Harry flew backwards against far wall, hitting it hard and sliding down to land on the floor. Students screamed and scattered beneath her as she leapt up over the Slytherin table to pursue him. She did not make it far before she saw him rise.
"Hysifther Sh-ishmu'ish!" Harry shouted in Parseltounge. She was so shocked he could actually speak and curse in Parseltounge that the spell hit Emlyn directly. She felt as though an invisible snake was climbing around her, squeezing her so she could not move. She fell to the floor woodenly, her hair spread out around her. With wide eyes she watched as Harry climbed over three tables to stand over her. This time it was the Slytherin's turn to stand behind their House mate, and though Emlyn thought she should be touched by their loyalty, she felt nothing for them. With one word, she removed the spell easily, but did not get up as Draco was standing protectively over her.
"Like you said, Potter: attack on one is an attack on us all," Draco drawled. Emlyn rolled her eyes, wishing he would leave out of it.
Harry pushed past him roughly, ignoring the now scowling Slytherin, to stand over Emlyn.
"Helios Monous." Harry whispered in a tight voice and immediately a clear dome appeared over the top of them blocking out the rest of the students. She could see Draco curse and hit the bubble with his fist. Harry's friends appeared and it seemed as though fights would be happening on both sides of the magical dome.
Hermione could feel the tension in the Great Hall. Everyone was standing and staring wide eyed at the clear bubble, not sure what to do.
"What the bloody fuck is this thing?" Draco pounded his fist on the hard shimmering bubble now surrounding Emlyn and Harry. "Emlyn!"
Draco looked furious, and Ginny felt an unexpected sliver of jealously. He was trying to protect Perfect Emlyn, she thought coldly.
Next to her, she could feel Ron, coiled tight a spring, just waiting for something to happen. His chance came when Goyle sent a poorly aimed Reductor curse towards Hermione hitting a pitcher of pumpkin juice, exploding it all over them.
The tension snapped. Ron launched himself at Draco, taking him by surprise, and flattening him to the floor. Ginny and Hermione screamed for them to stop in unison, but it didn't matter. Curses, food, and screams filled the air and the Great Hall was turned into a personal war between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Hermione dodged another curse from Goyle and jumped on the table to try to take control of the situation. The teachers were also trying to shove their way towards Harry and Emlyn through the crowd of younger students pushing towards the exits, trying to get out of the way.
Hermione started to scream orders, but stopped when she realized no one was paying attention. Ginny was brilliantly fighting off two Slytherins who had ganged up on her. Ron and Draco were still beating the crap out of each other. Dean and Seamus had barricaded themselves behind the overturned Gryffindor table and were expertly shooting curses at the dwindling Slytherins.
Emlyn's attentions returned to the fuming boy before her.
"Explain," he commanded.
"About what?" she asked sweetly, getting up slowly.
"You bloody know well what!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at her again. "Why am I failure?"
"That's easy, Potter, you failed. You failed to complete the prophecy, you failed to kill Voldemort," she shouted. Harry visibly winced, and she was surprised to see some his anger replaced with reluctance.
"How do you know about the prophecy?" Harry said, almost quietly in an overwhelmed voice.
"I'm sure you aren't naive enough to think that there was only one Prophecy made," she sneered again. Glancing through the clear barrier around them she saw teachers breaking up a fight between the red-headed Gryffindor and Draco. Turning back to Harry, she saw he had an unreadable expression on his face, almost as if he was trying to figure out if she was telling the truth or not.
"This conversation is getting boring, Potter, and I didn't attack you so we could have a nice chat," she scoffed at him, unconsciously sending out darkness so that the barrier turned black like her anger. "I would rather be fucking up your face."
With a wave of her hand the bubble disintegrated and she sent Harry flying towards the wall again. She heard students scream again as they rushed to get out of the way of Harry's body. Harry hit the ground hard and uncoordinated, his head cracking against the floor. He slowly pushed himself up, shaking his head. Emlyn hoped with all her heart that the fight was not over this easily. She hadn't even begun to show off her power over him. She was so distracted that she almost didn't see the Hufflepuff bench Harry sent flying at her. She splintered it in mid-air easily, and little pieces of wood began raining down on them.
She turned, focusing on plates and silverware to throw when she realized what she was doing. She was using Power. It was something she had not felt since Tynan was alive. Someone was Lifting and giving her power. The unexpected surge in her power stopped her cold. She turned back and Potter was still standing, facing her, unbelievable anger on his face, and his fists were clenched. Some invisible wind was ruffling his hair and his eyes were greener than she remembered.
Harry's pain was starting to overtake him, and not just from being thrown against a wall. He wanted nothing more than to make this girl feel it. The pain for Sirius, for his life, for his parents, for everything he had to deal with because of Voldmort started to overwhelm him. Who the hell was she to tell him that he was a failure? But whatever anger he had, he couldn't deny that he felt more alive than he had in weeks. Each breath made him feel as though his power grew. He could feel it travel down his arms to his hands, making them tingle with awareness. But there was only one thing he had to be aware of now—Emlyn. Focus, he chanted to himself. He could already feel the next curse coming…
The Hall was turning dark, and Emlyn was eerily illuminated against it. He was standing on the Hufflepuff table and she was facing him, standing on the Slytherin table. He could feel a wind against his face and looking down could see students fighting all through the Great Hall. Teachers were unconcerned with him, more interested in breaking up the fights below him. But it didn't matter.
He inhaled slowly, taking comfort in the calming effect it had on him. He saw her, and concentrated on the table below her. Smirking slightly he whispered. Failure or not, he was still powerful and intended to show her what a big mistake she was making.
The table below her exploded, sending shards of wood everywhere. Emlyn was surprised but flipped backwards off the table with amazing agility and landed behind it, still watching him. But he was far from finished. He had carefully controlled every sliver of the splintered table with amazing accuracy, mostly so that it didn't hit other students. Reassuring that himself that he held them, he sent them flying back towards Emlyn.
She saw what he was doing and sprinted away from that attack, the shards pounding into the wall just missing her fluttering robes. Immediately she gathered the mysterious Power, smiling at how much she was going to love making Harry Potter bleed.
It was mostly the Gryffindors and Slytherins who had angrily confronted each other, taking the lead from Ron and Draco, who were at the moment, rolling across the food covered ground punching each other. As soon as the first punch was thrown, the whole Hall exploded with angry yells and overturned benches and tables as the students clamored over them to get at their respective enemies.
All together, it looked like a war zone. Students were flinging curses, levitating and flinging objects, some were even bleeding from cuts. It was madness, and above it all were the instigators. Harry and Emlyn were fighting with talents she had never seen.
Ginny watched as Harry controlled each sliver of splintered wood to fling at Emlyn. He was cursing in a language she had never heard, and using spells she couldn't even imagine. And he was losing badly.
Within seconds of watching the two fight, Ginny could tell Emlyn was just playing with Harry. She had a wicked smile, as if she was enjoying hurting him, and every time she beat him down and watched him get up, her smile widened. Harry was bleeding everywhere from cuts and slices and he looked in quite a bit of pain. But he had a look in his eyes that she had never seen.
Harry was furious and hurting, she could tell, but he was also enjoying every second of this fight. They were throwing each other across the Hall, slamming into walls, hitting each other with horrid spells, yet they continued. It was almost like a battle of wills.
Ginny heard her name and turned just in time to duck as another plate flew towards her head flung by the overzealous Slytherin first years. Before she had time to react, another plate flew towards her. She easily dodged it, but looked up to see two more angry Slytherins with utensil ammo ready to throw at her. Glancing around for someone to help her, Ginny saw that none of the teachers, nor Ron and Hermione were making any progress in getting the fight stopped. Even Snape seemed frozen in place, watching the two warriors fight above the chaos. She was on her own. The Slytherin boys were still watching her with smiles on their faces and wands pointed. She needed to get out of there quickly. Not wanting to get caught by them, she easily threw hexes catching two of the boys quickly, nailing the other with a Jelly Legs hex from under the table and levitating a plate to drop on the last boy's head.
Ginny was shocked. All around her, chaos was erupting quickly. She looked to the teachers for instruction, but they had already taken action and started ineffectively trying to pull fighting students off each other. Even Hermione was roughly pulling students apart… starting with Ron and Draco.
Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes when Draco managed to push the taller boy away. Ginny took the opportunity to run between them and pushed Draco back so he couldn't start towards Ron again.
"Hermione! Let me go!" Ron was shouting, straining against Hermione's hold. "Dirty Slytherin!"
Draco was silent and still, but Ginny could feel his muscles jumping beneath his robes.
Hermione pulled Ron back sharply, and he landed on the Gryffindor bench. She held him down, then turning to Draco she said, "We are Heads, and you are a Prefect," she looked pointedly at Ron then continued, "Stop fighting, and help me get the rest of the students under control." She said it as a command and both boys seemed willing to comply, but only Ron looked sheepish. Looking back at Draco, Ginny saw he just looked angry. But following his gaze, she saw he was staring at Emlyn and her stomach dropped.
"Your lip is bleeding," Ginny commented unfeelingly. He turned back towards her, his hand coming to the cut. She shot him a cold glance and then turned away. Looking for Hermione and Ron, she saw them helping the professors try to break up the fights. She slowly surveyed the room, watching as food, silverware and other objects were thrown across the Hall.
By now, the Ravenclaws had joined in with the Gryffendors in attacking the Slytherins, but the Slytherins were doing a good job of fending off both houses. The Hufflepuffs looked confused and lost, some of them desperately trying to pick up pieces of broken plates and sharp silverware.
Ginny heard Neville call for help, and barely saw Pansy's dive over the table to tackle him. Angry, she tried to make her way through to him, but she heard an explosion behind her. Students screamed and Ginny ducked as she whirled around to see what had happened when she saw Harry slam against the far wall and slide down to crumple at the floor. Emlyn also flew backwards but landed gracefully on top of a table, smiling menacingly at Harry's body.
"HARRY!" Her voice echoed off the walls as she tried to climb over a bench to get to him. She saw him stand and exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. Suddenly the bench she was leaning on flew upwards towards Emlyn, knocking Ginny backwards forcefully. She landed hard against someone, and turned to see that it was Draco. He smirked at her.
"Worried for your boyfriend?" he drawled, a muscle in his jaw ticked.
"Not as worried as you should be about getting your ass kicked if you don't let me go," Ginny retorted. His grip on her arms was tight and he immediately let go.
"Hermione! Ginny! Help!" she heard from the other side of the Ravenclaw table. Quickly leaping over, she saw Neville in a wrestling match with Pansy Parkinson. Ginny got there first and pulled the black haired Slytherin off Neville.
"What a wimp, Longbottom! Can't even take a girl?" Pansy was yelling at Neville while struggling against the hold Ginny had her in.
"My grandmother told me to never hit a girl," Neville said quietly, but Ginny could tell Neville had never been angrier, even when Dean had accidentally exploded his rare Handspike Cactus last week.
"Piss off, Parkenson! You might be more concerned about getting a comb to tame your hair. It looks like it might run away." Ginny roughly shoved her away, and Pansy fell on her knees before getting up. Ginny thought she was going to say more but thought better of it after Draco appeared behind Ginny. Ginny turned to help Neville up off the floor when she heard a shattering of a plate above her. She turned and saw Draco's icy glare directed at Pansy.
"Slytherin's may by counted as blood thirsty, but they never attack from behind…" Draco said as he lowered his wand. Pansy gaped at Draco, insulted that he would speak to her that way.
Ginny slowly raised her eyes to look at him. Draco bent down and whispered in her ear, "…unless we have a good reason."
He bent a bit backward and Ginny felt a flush rise up her face as she realized that he was staring at her behind.
He brought his mouth back to her ear. "And I see a very good reason."
Ginny gasped and took a step back, blushing furiously now. Draco's face was perfectly straight, but she caught a glimpse of laughter behind his cool grey eyes. He smirked at her and walked off to go pull two Gryffindor and Slytherin second years off each other.
Lukas was walking in late to dinner with Sam and he felt It. He hadn't felt Power being given to him since before Tynan's death. He pushed himself through the crowd watching from the sides of the darkening Great Hall. A pissed off Emlyn was facing an extremely angry Potter.
He saw her whisper, and felt a Slicing Curse shoot towards Harry, along with all of the knives from the Slytherin table.
Lukas watched in horror and amazement, as Harry dodged the knives, but unaware of the Slicing curse his robes and skin were cut deeply. The floor around him splattered in blood, but it didn't stop the Harry, who shot back an equally vicious Stinging Hex. Emlyn blocked it easily, smiling as she saw Harry waver in shock.
"What are you DOING, Emlyn!" Lukas shouted at her in her head.
"Get out, Lukas. You know what I am doing. I'm getting Scarhead back for killing our sister."
"Emlyn, stop this now." He approached her slowly. He could feel the power being pushed onto him by someone, he supposed it was Potter. No one else here seemed like they were doing anything. Emlyn would be fatal to face when she had this much power at her disposal.
"You've hurt him. Stop now or you might kill him," Lukas cautioned, trying to get her to calm down.
"Good…" She started to cast, but the faculty door to the Great Hall banged open and Professor Dumbledore stepped out.
"CEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY!" His voice boomed through the Great Hall and everyone stopped in fear, except for Harry and Emlyn whose eyes were fixed on each other. He cast a disarming charm, not that it would stop Emlyn, but it brought her to her senses.
Professor Moritici stepped out from behind Professor Dumbledore. Emlyn's satisfaction at fighting with Harry Potter lessened as she saw the disappointment in her mentor's eyes. The hall lightened as Emlyn's temper diminished. Lukas breathed a sigh of relief. That could have been a lot worse, he thought.
"You two have detention. Tonight. Everyone else, get out of here. If you need to go to see Madam Pomfrey, please do so. Dinner is over." The crowd started to disperse, leaving behind a destroyed Great Hall. Teachers were busy fixing the room and casting dubious glances at each other. Dumbledore turned to Professor Morticai with a knowing look.
"Mr. Brandon, a word please." She beckoned Lukas over to her and Dumbledore. "What was happening out there, Lukas?"
"Potter and Emlyn were fighting. But I have no idea where the power was coming from. Someone was defiantly Lifting, and extremely well. I have not felt that much power since Tynan was at her absolute best. And to be honest with you, Damaris, I think it was Potter who was Lifting."
Dumbledore smiled knowingly, but Professor Morticai gasped.
"Well, that would make things extremely interesting…" she thought for a second, glancing at the silent Dumbledore. "Can you please come for their detention tonight, Lukas? I think we should going to test Potter. Emlyn is going to help, but don't tell Emlyn though. She won't like this one bit."
Lukas agreed, and left to get Emlyn back to her dorm, but when he turned back she was already gone.
The Gryffindor common room was abuzz with gossip that immediately stopped when Harry entered. Hermione, Ron and Ginny rushed over to him and pushed him back out the portrait hole.
"Harry… what the hell happened!" Hermione said in a panicked voice. Ron gave her a shocked look, and started sputtering that she shouldn't swear.
"She attacked you guys, I can't stand for that," Harry said quietly, interrupting Ron. Of all the questions that he had about what happened, that was the only one he could actually answer.
"No, mate, what was that thing you did? Your eyes got all bright and stuff!" Ron said loudly. Only Ginny was silent.
"I honestly don't know what happened guys, but she really pissed me off tonight." Harry said, then decided to quickly change the subject. "I saw you tackle Malfoy though, Ron! It was wicked sweet, thanks for backing me up."
"Yea, you saw that? You were in that bubble thing and Malfoy was being a prat, so I punched his face in." Ron said proudly, beaming at Harry. Harry grinned back at his best friend.
His other best friend didn't look at all pleased. "You were stupid, Ronald. You are lucky you didn't get a detention, unlike Harry," Hermione clucked her tongue.
"Wicked back luck, mate. You could have taken her anyways," Ron said, trying to be supportive.
"How about we get our books and go to the library," Ginny suggested. Harry gave her a relieved smile, and they headed back into the common room to gather their books.
Lukas looked everywhere for Emlyn. She had shut off her communication with him, but he could still feel her grief and anger. It was so deep it was tangible, but it consumed her so that he felt her everywhere.
An hour later, he finally found her in the Dueling Arena, crying silently.
"I'm sorry I lost control, but I'm not sorry for hurting him," she said in a strangled whisper.
"Yes you are, I can feel it," Lukas said, and it was the truth. Regret for hurting Harry was just as dominant as her grief for their sister.
"NO! I hate him for who he is and what he has done to our family." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stared up at Lukas.
"You know that's not true, Harry has done nothing to our family. It was Voldemort and the Death Eaters. You know it and choose to disbelieve it…. Why?"
"BECAUSE HIS INACTION KILLED OUR FAMILY, LUKAS!" Emlyn shouted, her eyes blackening with rage. But they quickly faded into light blue again as she used the last of Power she had. She put her face in her hands and began to cry again.
"You dishonor our family, Lukas! Don't you want revenge?" she said turning her face up to him again. Lukas sat down next to her.
"Of course I want revenge, but on the right wizards. Don't you remember when I told you that Voldemort will pay? I wasn't joking. I dream every night about stealing his air slowly, oh so slowly. Or…"
"I get the idea, Lukas! But I don't believe you. If Harry had fulfilled his prophecy, we wouldn't be here!"
"We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him, Emlyn. We were created to help him, remember? The One will call them to his side…" Lukas quoted their Prophecy.
"They will challenge together." Emlyn finished quietly. "I know, you don't have to remind me."
"Yes, I do. You are wrong, Emlyn. I won't stop reminding you until you believe it." Lukas sighed. "You better stay here. Damaris is handling your detention tonight, and she's having it in here."
Emlyn looked up sharply at him. "Why?" she said warily, almost knowing what the answer would be.
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P.S.: I felt bad that I confused you with a H/G story, when it's really not. I started a new story that I really like, and its def H/G, no confusion there! I cant wait to post it, but I need more chapters written, so it wont be for awhile. But that was another reason I was late posting, I got real excited about this new one. Anyways... my busy schedual continues, so as always, read and review! -xxx