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UPDATED:9/30/2019

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Chapter 8

Emma huffed as she walked down to Hagrid's as Fox. Sitting atop of Mal's large head, he was lying next to Fang while Hagrid was getting ready to go into the Dark Forest, waiting for Mr. Filch to bring the kids down.

"Bet'er get into the Forest Fox, I'll meet ya in there. Stay near the line so ya can follow us." He said to her.

Tilting her head just a bit, Emma yipped and jumped off Mal, running into the forest.

Hagrid knew Emma was very unhappy with the four student's detentions, he saw how on edge she was, something was bothering her, and it worried him. Because when Dumbledore, Snape or Emma, were worried, he worried even more so.

And they were all worried. Something that sent fear through Hagrid like ice in his veins.

"Hello Hagrid, here are the little Kitties for dentition, come back safely, ya hear?" With that said, Filch walked off leaving the four kids with Hagrid.

"I thought he was kidding. We can't go in there, it's full of-"

HOWL!

"We-were-wolves." Draco said with a shutter as he and the others looked between one another, worry and fear radiating off them.

Already upset and a bit annoyed himself, Hagrid sighed calmly, "Well, we are. Now come on, we 'ave a job ta do. Oh, don't worry I have a back up in 'here, she's a feisty lit'le thing, she is." Hagrid informed the kids, hoping it would calm their fears and nerves. Unfortunately, it hadn't subsided.

They'd walked around for a while until Hagrid came upon what he was hoping he wouldn't find, Unicorn blood, silvery liquid in a thick puddle, "Ya see 'hat 'here? This is Unicorn blood, it's hurt bad ya see, an' we 'ave to find the thing that's hurt it... Now, Harry, you'll go with Draco, Ron, Hermione, you'll come with me. We'll go this way, you two go that way. If anythin' hap'ens just scream, I'll come get ya."

"Fine, but I get Fang." Draco said with prideful grin.

"Fine, just so ya know, he's bloody coward. Come on." Hagrid grumbled as he and the other two walked off, both Hermione and Ron looking back to Harry with sympathy.

"Come on Fang." Harry sighed, with that they were off in search of anything suspicious.

They had walked for a few minutes, finding nothing, "This is ridiculous. Just wait until my father hears about this." Draco grumbled. He wasn't just irritated, he was humiliated.

"If I didn't know any better Draco, I'd say you were scared." Harry was annoyed, Draco had been going on for the last ten minutes about how ridiculous this was, and he was getting tired of it! Harry's sympathy for the Slytherin boy as to why he seemed so upset was now gone.

Draco huffed and went quiet for a few more minutes, until he started talking, again, "So, Professor Fox is your Aunt I hear."

Taken aback from this turn of events Harry nodded softly, "Uh, yeah. Why?" he answered a bit unsure where this was actually going to be leading.

"Did she really face off with you know who?" Draco asked curiously. He had to know, he had to know if she was as mad as the rumors were or not.

Harry shrugged, in truth he really didn't know, they hadn't talk about it. And he didn't want to know, he didn't want to hear about the terror she faced that night.

Draco had instantly felt envious, even though Harry had no parents, whereas Draco had both of his, but Harry had found his Aunt just when Draco was forbidden from ever seeing or speaking to his own Aunt every again. Only for that reason, Draco Malfoy began to dislike Harry Potter, all because Harry gained an aunt only for Draco to lose his. He'd been about to make a snide remark when Fang began barking at something, their attention moved towards a shadowed figure and the two boys froze in sheer panic. They found a cloaked figure looming over a Unicorn body.

They feared as to what it was doing, though Draco and Fang wouldn't stay around much longer to find out.

Draco shouted in fear and panic.

Fang turned tail and nearly trampled over the poor blond as he ran, Draco closely following behind him.

Harry watched the figure look up slowly from the Unicorn, the face was covered to the tip of his nose. He watched the silver liquid dripping down his chin as it grinned at him, the fear sent him stumbling back as the figure moved towards him just as soon as Harry's scar began to burn and sting painfully.

"Your Aunt is not here to save you this time, Harry Potter." The voice snarled. It was like a rough and harsh whispered tone, as if the figure had gargled nails and razors, but it frightened him all the more as the cloaked being came closer and closer to him.

Harry's heart skipped a few beats, he only had one idea as to who it was, "Voldemort." He hadn't meant to say it, the name just slipped out. Harry was pressing his back against the tree roots, trying to get away, but all it did was cause the roots to dig into his back, nearly ripping his cloak and drawing blood from him. Harry's breath became difficult to draw in, his eyes filled with fearful tears as he realized that Voldemort was right, Emma wasn't there.

A loud Yip caught their ears, both looking around for the creature that had made, yet saw nothing. They were both frightened and screamed when a flash of white came out of nowhere, attacking the figure's face making him scream in panic and pain, "Get off me you mongrel!" he screamed, taking off into the air in an attempt to flee. He'd finally gotten the creature off him and growled back at it, an irritated glare blazing his covered eyes upon realizing it was a Fox. He was surprised when her claws slashed him across his collar causing him shout in pain. He threw her from him and back down towards the ground.

The Fox growled back up as he retreated and jumped off the fallen tree logs, bounding after him, took one big leap and almost had the end of his cape in her jaws. A flash of green was sent at her.

Emma's eyes grew wide, she was going to die, she could feel the heat close to her face and she had almost accepted her fate until she let out a painful yelp as her body was jerk down towards the ground and into someone's arms. The curse flying over her head, missing her long ears by mere millimeters.

She was panting in the arms of a Centaur, who was somewhat holding back his laughter as she took her short front paws and began fretting about her long ears, yipping and yapping as she rubbed her ears down to check them, then began getting mouthy with him for pulling her tail, "He almost got my ears! My cute long ears! What is it with me and my dang ears and tail... Wait, my tail! YOU PULLED MY TAIL! THAT HURT! What is wrong with me? Oh right, I'm having a panic-attack!"

"Calm down Fox, your ears are fine, your tail is fine, I didn't pull that hard." The Centaur laughed, rolling his eyes playfully at her and laughed harder when he found her glaring up at him with a look screaming, "I call bullshit."

"Harry!" Their attention was redirected towards Hagrid's voice.

"Harry!" Both Hermione and Ron shouted, rushing to their fallen friend.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked worried while Ron helped him dust himself off, "That was Voldemort, wasn't it?" Harry asked Hagrid. Harry was filled with fear, "Why was he here?"

This time the Centaur chose to speak up, he was calm, but something in his eyes, his tone, made them shiver, "Do you not know what is in the castle at this very moment, Mr. Potter?"

"Firenze! Don't say anymore, we're not to be involved in this War, the last one was enough!" another Centaur shouted as he and another walked up, both looked absolutely enraged at Firenze, but he shook it off, "If we do not at least warn the boy what good would our people have accomplished?"

"We are not Mules to their beck-in-call! We are not to be involved, the planets say so and so we shall listen," with that the two strutted off, their noses in the air and chests puffed out in irritation.

Firenze sighed and shook his head, "This is where I leave you, Harry Potter, good luck... The planets have been wrong before, I hope this is one of those times. Hagrid, Fox..." He stopped as he grinned at her, she was grooming her ears and tail, still grumbling about her poor tail, "Fox, if you're going to groom your fur, at least use Lavender. It soothes and softens, trust me." He said laughing at her.

Emma sighed with a huff, still yipping at him in thanks as she trotted over to Harry's feet. Sitting in front of him she yipped a few more times.

"I see, well, good night to you all, best be getting out of the Dark Forest the lot of you." and with that he rode off to meet up with his retreating members. They had been almost out of the forest while Fox had rushed ahead out of the forest herself, "Probably saw a rabbit," Hagrid said with a shrug, he honestly had no idea how to cover up for Emma's little crazy fox stunts, she sure acted like one when she was in her Animagi form.

Hermione and Harry piped up at the same time, both wondering the same thing, "Why did he kill that Unicorn?"

"A Unicorn's blood is pure in magic, rich in it really. The pure magic its blood can help save someone from near death, or so a few Centaur friends have told me. But they know the animals bet'er than I do, so I take their word for it. Emma? Emma what on earth are ya doin' out here?" Hagrid asked, obviously playing dumb as she rushed to the kids and pulled Harry and Ron into a tight hug, looked Hermione over for injuries then pulled Draco in for a tight hug himself leaving the Slytherin boy confused but hugged her back none the less, for some reason the hug reminded him of his Aunt Mira. Then he remembered she was a professor, why was she hugging the students?

As if she could read his thoughts she had answered, "I'm not a Teacher until one of them cannot make it to a classroom, I aid occasionally but help mostly with security. So, technically, I'm only 'Professor' when someone needs me, until then, I'm just Miss Evans or Fox. That and I know your Aunt would have done the same thing, as would your mother. Hagrid, what happened, I heard screams." She too was playing dumb, again, the kids had no idea she was 'Fox', and for now it should stay that way. But why no one had connected the dots to her 'Professor Fox' to 'Fox' she had no idea.

"We need to speak with Professor Dumbledore Emma, immedia'ely, but I think you should see the studen's to their common rooms firs'. They don' need to be walkin' back alone."

"Of course, come along." They followed her and Hagrid back into the castle, "I'll talk to the Professor, see ya up there, be safe." Hagrid said before splitting off from the group and headed up to Dumbledore's tower.

As they walked down towards the Dungeons to Slytherin's Common room Ron piped up out of curiosity, "Aunt Emmie, how'd you know we were out there?"

"Minerva informed me this morning, she knows you boys are my nephews."

"Oh, how great, not only does Potter have his Aunt here, now you're Weasley's Aunt! This is so ridi- what's that?" Draco stopped mid-walk as he stared at the envelope currently in Emma's hand.

With a soft smile she nodded, "From your Aunt. She explained to me what happened and as an old friend, that just so happens to have owed her a favor, she asked me to give this to you. There's one in there from your mother too I believe." she sighed at the skeptical look on his face as he stared at her. Emma understood why he didn't believe her, but it didn't stop her from being bothered by his lack of trust. She was glad she wrote herself a letter to give to him for proof if he needed it, because Draco knew her handwriting like his most favorite Lullaby that she used to sing to him, along with two of the stories Narcissa would tell him before bed. Emma had no doubt he'd take the letters, "Here, one from your Aunt Mira addressed to me." Draco had snatched the letter from her hand, an excited smile on his face as he read her handwriting, took the thick envelope then threw his arms around her waist, hugging her tight, "Thank you."

Harry, Ron and Hermione watched in shock, mouths hanging clear open as they watched Draco smile up at Emma and run into his Common room to read the letters from his Aunt and Mum, "What was that?" Harry asked. After all, one of his 'enemy' classmates had just smiled and hugged his aunt had made the boy a bit uncomfortable. He'd never really seen Draco be so grateful, or happy, like this before. Then again, none of them really knew the boy. Question was, would they ever give themselves the chance to know the boy they saw running away with excitement? For that small moment, the three friends only saw a happy boy who had wanted nothing more than to hear from his aunt. Maybe Draco Malfoy wasn't so terrible after all.

"Nothing to worry yourselves with. Now, time to get you three back to Gryffindor tower." She grinned when they all groaned, slouched and began following her back up the flights of stairs.

"Night Auntie Em,"

"Goodnight Aunt Emma," Harry hugged her tightly and walked through the portrait smiling happily at her following Ron in who yawned tiredly, "I miss my bed, I'm not even going to change I'm so tired."

"Good Night Professor Fox,"

"Good night, Hermione. Try to keep the boys out of trouble?" Emma laughed when her and Hermione shared a look of, "That's impossible," yet the first year stunned her with her answer.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything, I'll likely be with them." Hermione said with a happy smile and a skip in her step as the Painting closed.

Both Emma and the painting of the Fat Lady shared a smiling look, "Good to have you back dear girl. I never did get to give you my condolences… But I know you shall live happily. My name wasn't always 'The Fat Lady' you know, my dear. I see a fire inside you, like a grand-daughter I once had. Now, go to sleep, I shall watch over them tonight."

"Thank you, Dear Lady," Emma said gratefully with a small bow to the Lady painting and walked off to bed.

"She is the only one besides my granddaughter to have ever graced me with such love. It's nice to remember."

"Do you think she is one of your descendants, my Lady?" the mother painting next to her asked, she loved watching the interaction between Emma and the Fat Lady's painting. "No, she doesn't have his eyes. Nearly every generation would have his eyes, and such eyes they were. Such a shame I never got to meet my Great-Grandchild in person. My grandmother said it skipped my generation, but maybe the line died out after all. I doubt I'll ever see such eyes again, expect with the paintings hidden deep within the castle walls. Now sleep girl, it shall be a long night." The Fat Lady sighed with sadness as she sank into deep thought and kept watch over the halls of the Gryffindor Common room.

December 30th, 1991

Harry had taken to wandering the castle at night in his father's cloak. He'd asked his Aunt if it was from her, but she had denied it and said the prank boxes for him and the twins were from her and a small thing of sweets for all the kids and his stuffed bear Mellena had made him from when he was born. The bear was old and slightly warm, but very well maintained. The front right paw was embroidered with the initials; H.J.P. Though, over the holiday he'd been looking for anything involving Flamel and the Sorcerer' Stone.

Harry began to panic when one of the books in the restricted section began screaming, which brought Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris his way. Harry did the only thing he knew he could do. He grabbed the Invisible cloak, threw it around him and ran only to run into Snape, witnessing the Potions Master corner Professor Quirrell, "You don't want me as an Enemy, Quirrell,"

"I-I-I do-don't know wha-what you're t-talking abou-out, Seve-rus." Quirrell stutters, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, I'll figure it out soon enough."

"I-"

"Don't play dumb with me, Quirrell, it's time you found where your loyalties lie." Snape froze, swearing he heard heavy breathing. Looking around he was unaware he was looking right at Harry with a confused look, because there was nothing there to Snape's eyes. Reaching out, he grazed his hand through the air, but the fabric barely touched his fingertips. To Harry's luck.

Harry watched Snape look at his fingers in confusion but turned back to Quirrell, about to say something. Harry waiting for anything that could help him and others with the information they needed. He wasn't so lucky.

Filch rounded the corner just then and explained the two Professor's that a student was out of bed. This had them all rushing off in search of him. Harry was glad he'd found a door that had been slightly ajar and slipped in, closing the door as silently as he could. Peeling the cloak off with a heavy sigh of relief. Finally, relaxed Harry glimpsed around the room in awe, but to his slight shock, his eyes found a large, beautiful, mirror standing in the center of the room, the name "The Mirror of Erised"

Curious as to why a regular mirror would be sitting in an empty room, Harry began to inspect it but found something heart-wrenching as he stared into the Mirror. Harry began seeing silhouette figures that slowly began to form into people, two were his parents, both looking at him with want and love as he looked back at them with heartache and sorrow, "Mum? ... Dad?" they were so young, just teenagers themselves as their son gazed at them.

Their smiles told him everything, they loved him, they wanted to be there with him, and they wanted to hold their son. But fate was cruel and twisted. Dashing from the room with excitement that he saw his parents, he had to tell Ron, he had to show Ron.

"Ron, come quick, you have got to see this, Ron you gotta see this, come on. Ron, wake up, hurry." Harry rushed to his friend's bedside and shook him violently.

Ron grumbled with tiredness and irritation as he stirred and looked at Harry, "What is it?

"It's my parents, come quick, I saw them... I saw my parents, Ron..." This succeeded in getting the red-haired freckled boy up from his bed and out of the common room with Harry. It took him an annoyingly long time to get back to the room he'd found the mirror in, but he'd finally found it and rushed a tired Ron to the Mirror who just shrugged after not seeing anything but the two of them, "I just see us, Harry."

"Here, stand there, and look, you'll see them." But as Harry moved Ron's eyes found something that was not his friends' parents, it was himself as so many things; Head Boy, Quidditch captain, and so much more, "Harry, don't ya suppose this thing tells the future?" He was by far excited, if he was going to accomplish all these things in the future, he'd be the most accomplished son his parents had. Sadly, Harry's falling face was what broke him back to reality, "How can it? Both my parents are dead."

Emma had been looking for Harry for days, he was always missing now and again. When she did spend time with him, he seemed down in the dirt, yet he wouldn't talk to her, and that worried her. Draco had started coming around, asking her to take a letter to his Aunt, he was always excited about getting his letter to her, even more happy when he'd get one back.

"My Aunt and Mum found a way around my dad, I don't know why he's forbidden us from seeing her or talking to her and I'm scared to ask why. I don't want to ask her or mum, and I can't ask dad because he'll get angry... I never like when he's angry." She wanted so badly to just tell him, but he and Narcissa could be put in more danger than anyone because they were in the snake's den themselves.

'What is Lucius thinking? Has he gone mad!'

Emma sighed with complete relief when she found Harry in the dining hall staring into the huge fireplace in a daze, she instantly regretted not taking the boys to the Potter Estate for Christmas, instead she'd stayed at Hogwarts thinking they would like that and took them through Hogsmeade and the Diner in Godric's Hollow two days before Christmas and spent time with them all outside in the snow Christmas day and helped the twins, Ron and Harry with their Prank boxes, "Harry?"

"There's a Mirror here... In the school that shows you what you want... Did you know that?"

Emma heard the far-off dreamscape in his tone. Something was bothering him, a great desire from what she could hear in his voice when he spoke about the Mirror and this great desire of his was what broke her heart, "There are many mirrors in the school, Harry. But the answer is no, I had no idea there was a mirror here that showed you what you want... What did you see?" She had a feeling she knew what he saw, and she'd never blame him for it, because deep down, his desire was almost like hers', only in a different form.

"Mum and dad. I saw them, and more people behind them. Even a happy Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. They were smiling, all of them. Smiling at me, they were happy."

Nodding with understanding, Emma sighed softly, her emerald eyes shining sadly as she watched him, "You desire a happy family... Harry, there is nothing wrong with that. You were cheated out of a lot as a baby-"

"So were you Aunt Em. You were cheated out of having me, I was cheated out of having you. I don't care if Aunt Petunia ever smiles because I never saw her smile, not at me at least. But the smiles on Mum and Dad, the happy smile I saw on everyone else's face I see every day when I look at you and Ron and Hermione, all of the Weasley's when I see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. So, then why do I still feel alone?"

That was a fair question, and she'd give him as good of an answer as she could possibly give. Emma sat next to him, gently nudge his arm with hers, gently shoving him from his depressing thoughts, she smiled when he did and nudge her back in the same playful manner, "Harry, as you said, we were both cheated from a life we should have all had, your parents took the brunt of it unfortunately. You see them, not because you wish for a happy family, but because you want to see them, hear them and feel them hold you like they should have had the chance to. Just remember that no matter where they, or me, are in life or death, we will always love you. We'll never leave you, even when you feel alone, you're never truly alone."

It was then Ron walked up, "Um, Aunt Emmie, may I have a private word with Harry, Please?" At her smiling shrug she nodded to the boys, kissed the top of both boy's heads and walked off, "Harry, I got a bad feeling about that Mirror, I don't think you should go back anymore."

"What? Why?" Harry had been shocked from his dazzled dreams, even the talk from his aunt had vanished as he stared wide eyed at Ron.

"I just got a bad feeling about it, Please? Don't go back?" Harry nodded reluctantly, but he knew he was going to go back on it, he needed to see his parents. And he had, the next three nights Harry would sit in front of the mirror for hours staring at his parents smiling faces.

-A few nights later-

"I see you've found the Mirror of Erised… It shows the most desired thing the person wishes for... However, the happiest being can stand in front of this mirror and see only him or herself. Witches and Wizards alike have wasted away in front of this mirror. It does nothing for you, Harry. Which is why, it is being moved to a new home shortly. And I must ask you, to never go looking for it again." Dumbledore spoke, he had said what he'd come to say, but he knew Harry had found it days ago, he'd hoped the poor boy would have figured it out, but with the concerns of Ron and his aunt, Dumbledore couldn't help but intervene.

Harry didn't know what to say, only nodded. He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed the mirror was leaving, but Dumbledore's words bothered him, "Witches and wizards alike have wasted away in front of this mirror," So was he doing that very same thing? Was he allowing himself to waste away because of this mirror?

Harry nodded to the Headmaster, "I promise, Sir, I won't go looking for the mirror again." and he knew he would stick to that promise because there was no way he would be able to find it again, even if it was moved to a different room in the castle.

The rest of the Holiday Harry spent laughing and enjoying his time with his Aunt and the Weasley boys at Hogwarts, but there was something about his aunt that had changed, something was worrying her and that made him worry. Yet every time he asked her if she was alright, she'd smile and hug him and tell him, "There is nothing to worry about."

-Flash back-

"Have you gotten any new information, Emma?"

"No, she tried finishing her letter she last sent me, but I haven't heard anything after that, she must have been discovered, all I know is that the traitor is in the school, see for yourself." She had watched Albus read the letter Narcissa had sent her, his eyebrows rising as he looked at the smudged-out name, "You smudged out the name of the sender."

"Yes, I will not put her life in danger. She's already risking enough as it is, we both smudge the names out when we get letters from the other. But most of the time we use different names."

"And how, may I ask, do you know this is not the enemy playing you in their hands." Snape had snapped his question coldly, his eyes narrowed at her. Emma had grown more concerned, 'What's going on with him?' She gave him her own stern look, "We have a code we made up ourselves, no one knows it but us and it's not exactly a code that can be taught or learned so fast, it took us two years to perfect it ourselves, Severus Snape. So, don't you dare question me or this source. Not to mention that I know her handwriting like the back of my own hand. Professor, she was trying to name the person behind the mask that's in our school, but she was interrupted and had to send what she had. This is obviously a second handed letter, the first one may have been compromised. Another reason I am doing as much as I can to keep her identity in the dark… Even from you if I must."

"It says here that she sent three letters, two for you and another for someone else... Where are these two letters?" Dumbledore asked her, he'd tried getting into her head, just as Severus had tried doing at the same time, yet they had been bounced off her mind's shield and thankfully it had withstood the assault. She had been enraged when she felt them trying to invade her mind several times over the meeting... And that meant they no longer trusted her, "I will not reveal who the source is. And two of those letters have already been delivered, that is the only letter you need to see."

"Emma! That letter you delivered could have been to the very person involved in the scheme to bring him back!" Snape verbally charged her, shouting with outrage as he'd slipping from his chair. He had been taken off guard when he was sent up in the air by his ankles, yet no one had their wands out. So how did he get up in the air? He moved his refocused eyes to Albus, the one person he knew had the ability to use his magic without his wand. He was shocked to barely any words upon seeing Emma standing where she'd been, right hand held up at him and a deadly glare he'd never thought he'd be on the receiving end of. "How is this possible!"

"I was in a coma for three years, Severus. For those three years, my magic was sealed up in my mind and body and continued to collect. Albus was kind enough to help me focus them into a healthier manner beside slipping off into the woods and letting them explode outward like they were for nearly six months. I trust this person with my own life... I trust them with Harry's life."

He was speechless, he was left with even less words when she had let him down calmly and carefully. He'd been thankful she hadn't just let him drop out of the air, with a final look at one of his dearest friends he walked out of Dumbledore's office.

Emma pointed to the door that had viciously slammed closed, "What the hell is going on with him, Albus? He was never like this until this year!"

"Emma, calm yourself," Dumbledore took a sigh, "Severus, has to do things now that will only make you shiver."

Emma had been shocked to hear this, "What's going on?" She could only wait as he sat in his seat in silence, a sad silence filled with regret and Emma nearly went into a panic as realization sank in.

There were only a few reasons Severus would start acting this way, and a very few reasons why Albus would not only defend Severus's actions at his randomly changed personality but also fear telling her why he was now acting so strange and feel such regret. And all those reasons involved Voldemort, the Death Eaters and the great sacrifices that was going to come of this choice of action, "What have you done!"

**Okay, I know the events are a bit mixed up, that would be my fault, obviously since I'm writing it XD but I have it how I like it written otherwise I'd be going back and making my head hurt to go full on with the movie and book, like it would be amazing to do, but I continue to get the events mixed up myself and keep forgetting to WRITE THEM DOWN IN ORDER FOR ME TO USE, which I really should do, XD but either way, I hope you liked it, thank you all for reading! Have a wonderful night/day!