Emma woke up abruptly, just experiencing another vision. This time it was different from the rest. Her vision showed her a huge beast with three heads and seemed to be guarding something really important. Just when it quickly showed her the vision, it went away just as fast.

Emma glanced to her clock to see it was past eleven, so she grabbed a black robe, and her black converse. Something she loved about muggle shoes. Emma went out but waved her hand to lock her dorm, before strolling towards the Gryffindor dormitory.

She walked inside, and look at the dormitory for the first time. She was in awe, seeing before her the common room. She noticed it was different from hers, and she wondered how the others looked like as well.

She was near the staircase, waiting patiently for Harry and Ron to show up. So she decided to play with her darkness power since it was already dark inside. She cast some shadows to make herself invisible from sight.

Ron and Harry both woke up around the same time, as they quickly going ready for the Wizard's Duel. Harry was thinking where Emma was if she's inside the Gryffindor dormitory. The boys quickly walked through the dorm rooms, and abruptly stomped on the staircase down.

Emma heard some footsteps coming towards her direction. She noticed that it was Harry and Ron walking down. She smirked with an idea forming in her head.

"Half-past eleven," Ron muttered at last, "we'd better go."

"But, we have to wait for Emma," Harry argued. He really wanted Emma to go, so he can show off that he's better than Draco.

When they started to come closer, Emma made her shadow disappear, making them yell in shock.

"Bloody hell, Emma I didn't see you. How were you hiding? We couldn't see you." Ron whispered-yelled to her. He knew she was scary but not that scary.

She just giggled, "That's because I didn't tell you that I can control the darkness. Well, where's the fun in that? Now, come on let's go."

They crept towards the Gryffindor common room. A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace. They almost reached the portrait hole when a someone familiar spoke from the chair nearest towards them, "I can't believe you're going to do this, Harry."

They turned to see Hermione, who was wearing a bathrobe and a frown plastered on her face.

"You!" said Ron furiously at her. "Go back to bed!"

"I almost told your brother," Hermione snapped at him, "Percy - he's a perfect, he'd put a stop to this."

"Hermione, I understand your concern, but we can handle it." Emma interrupted them calmly. Not, wanting to make a riot right now, where the other students can wake up.

"Come on," Harry urges Emma holding her hand, and waving his other hand towards the portrait. Emma was confused with Harry's gesture but shrugged it off for now.

Harry pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady. Emma let go of his hand, and he climbed through the hole, Ron following right behind.

Emma turned back at Hermione, and Emma knew she wasn't going to give up that easily. Emma sighed, motioned her head towards Hermione signaling her to follow them. Emma went first through the hole and Hermione following pursuit behind her. When they got through, she was hissing at the boys.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves, I don't want Slytherin to win the house cup, and you'll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells. Not only that but you dragged Emma along, and she might lose all the house points for this."

"But, I can earn them back." Emma pointed out to Hermione.

"Go away."

"All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so -"

But, Emma turned to see Hermione facing the portrait of the Fat Lady to go back inside.

However, Hermione found herself facing an empty painting. Apparently, the Fat Lady had gone on a nighttime visit and Hermione was locked out of Gryffindor tower.

Now what am I going to do?" she asked nervously.

"That's your problem," said Ron. "We've got to go, we are going to be late."

Emma turned to Hermione, "Come on let's go with them." she explained as they walked to the boys.

They still hadn't reached the end of the corridor, and Emma turned back to see Hermione catching up to us.

"I'm coming with you," she said.

"You are not."

"Do you think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all three of us I'll tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me up." Hermione explained. Harry and Emma shared a look, one with annoyance.

"You've got some nerve -" said Ron loudly.

"Shut up, both of you!" Emma yelled sharply. She was getting annoyed with them barking at each other. Emma knew she had to keep her powers in control, no way will she expose it now.

"You guys fight like an old married couple! Now, just hurry up and let's go!"

Emma then heard something, due to her enhanced hearing. It sounds like some sort of snuffling.

"Mrs. Norris?" breathed Ron, squinting through the dark. With the wave of Emma's hand, the darkness lessens, and it wasn't Mrs. Norris. It was Neville. Who was curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but then jerked suddenly awake as Emma walked nearer.

"Thank goodness you guys found me! I've been out here for hours, I couldn't remember the new password to get into bed."

Keep your voice down, Neville. The password's 'Pig snout' but it won't help you now, the Fat Lady's gone off somewhere." Ron explained, again annoyed with yet having another delay.

"How's your arm?" Emma asked since she was guilty for his injury earlier today.

"Fine," said Neville, showing to them, mostly Emma. "Madam Pomfrey mended it in about a minute."

"Good - well, look, Neville, we've got to be somewhere, we'll see you later -"

"Don't leave me!" said Neville, scrambling to his feet, "I don't want to stay here alone, the Bloody Baron's been past twice already."

Ron looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hermione and Neville.

"If either of you gets us caught, I'll never rest until I've learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you," Ron stated furiously.

Hermione opened her mouth, to tell Ron how to use the Curse of the Bogies, but Harry and Emma hissed at her to be quiet and motioned them to go forward.

They strolled along the corridors, in which they can see striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. Emma was expected to run into Filch or Mrs. Norris, but they were lucky, for now. They started to speed up a staircase to the third floor and they tiptoed towards the trophy room.

Emma noticed a trophy inside the case and tapped Harry's shoulder. Harry turned around and stared at her confused. She motioned her head, telling him to follow her. In which he did, and so did Ron, Hermione, and lastly Neville.

"Harry look." Emma pointed out as she showed him what she was looking at, pointing her index finger against the glass. Harry came closer and saw what she was pointing at.

"Wow, Harry I didn't know your father was a Seeker," Emma exclaimed looking at him. The rest saw what they were looking at and Ron gasped.

"Wow, Harry your just like your father, now," Ron said excitedly.

"I-I didn't know." Harry stuttered and was smiling at the trophy. Emma smiled as well since she saw her father and brothers name in the other trophies in the display case.

They waited and apparently Malfoy and Crabbe weren't there yet. I wonder if they are even here? Emma asked herself.

They peeked along the walls, keeping their eyes on the doors at either end of the room.

Harry had a feeling that he would need his wand if Malfoy will show up. Emma glanced to see Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy leaped in and started at once. Good idea, Harry. She thought. As Emma also took out her wand. The minutes crept by slowly.

He's late, maybe he's chickened out," Ron whispered.

Emma snickered before saying, "I don't think he would have chickened out. He may be planning something, I just don't know what."

Then a noise in the next room made the boys jump. Emma sighed to herself and muttered, "Boys."

The boys heard her and glared at her with her comment, but she just didn't take notice of it.

Emma saw Harry raised his wand when they heard someone speak, and it wasn't Draco Malfoy.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner." It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris.

Horror-struck and Harry waved madly at them to follow him as quickly as possible; as they scurried toward the door, away from Filch. Neville's robes had barely whipped around the corner when we hear Filch enter the trophy room.

"They're in here somewhere," Emma heard him mutter, "probably hiding."

"This way!" Harry mouthed to them and, they began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. Emma was sure she could hear Filch getting nearer.

Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run, but he tripped it which grabbed Ron around the waist, and they toppled right into a suit of armor. The clanging was loud enough to wake the whole castle.

"RUN!" Harry yelled as they all sprinted down the gallery, and they didn't dare look back to see whether Filch was following. They went around the doorpost and down the corridor to another.

Harry was in the lead, with Emma behind him, and the others following them. Emma thinks that Harry has no idea where they were going. They then ripped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near their Charms classroom.

"I think we've lost him," Harry panted, leaning against the cold wall and wiping his forehead.

Neville was bent over, wheezing and spluttering. Emma was also panting, but then calmed down with the breeze she created. The others wondered where the breeze came from but was glad that it came to them.

"I - told -you," Hermione gasped at every word, clutching her chest, "I - told - you."

"We've got to get back to Gryffindor tower," said Ron, "quickly as possible."

Emma nodded her head in agreement, as she glanced around, thinking where they are at the moment.

"Malfoy tricked you," Hermione said to Harry.

"You realize that, don't you? He was never going to meet you, but Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off."

Emma thought for a moment and knew she was probably right. Harry knew that too, but he didn't want to tell her that.

"Let's go." Harry motioned forward.

Emma knew it wasn't going to be that simple. They've hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them. It was Peeves. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight.

"Shut up, Peeves - please - you'll get us thrown out." Peeves cackled.

"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please," Emma begged lightly.

"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly.

"It's for your own good, you know." Peeves said.

"Get out of the way," snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves, Emma quickly yelled "DON'T!" But, it was too late.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves yelled, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR"

They ducked under Peeves, as we ran for our lives, right to the end of the corridor where they slammed into a door, and it was locked.

"This is it!" Ron moaned as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!"

They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts.

"Oh, shut it, Ron. We aren't done yet," Emma snarled. She waved her hand over the door, and the lock clicked and the door swung open. They went through it, as Emma shut it quickly, and the others were pressed their ears against it, listening.

And all they heard was Filch cursing in rage, probably frustrated he didn't catch them yet.

"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay now, get off, Neville!" But, Neville was tugging on the sleeve of Harry's bathrobe. "What?" Harry snapped at Neville. Emma turned to see something completely out of the ordinary.

We weren't supposed to be here. Emma thought. They entered the forbidden corridor on the third floor. The one they weren't supposed to go. "Now I knew why it was forbidden."

Emma was looking into the eyes of a monstrous dog, that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of mad eyes; three noses, three drooling mouths, and saliva hanging from their yellowish fangs.

They knew that the only reason they aren't dead was their sudden appearance, but quickly thunderous growls filled the room.

Harry was trying to grope the doorknob, and he opened it. They fell backward, Emma on top of Harry, and as he slammed the door shut and ran, back down the corridor.

Emma looked to see Filch was somewhere else, but she hardly cared. One thing was for sure that they wanted to put as much space between them and the monster. They didn't stop running until they finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.

"Where on earth have you all been?" the Fat Lady asked, looking at them, with their sweaty robes and faces.

"Never mind that, pig snout, pig snout," panted Harry, and the portrait swung wide. They scrambled into the common room and collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.

It was a while before any of them said anything.

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."

Hermione had calmed down and said, "You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on."

"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads."

"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something." She stood up, glaring at the boys.

Emma then realized that's what her vision was showing her.

"Well, I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed. And I'm sure Emma as well. Goodnight." Ron stared after her, his mouth open.

"Well, uh, boys this is where I leave you. I hope nothing disastrous happens tomorrow. Goodnight." Emma bid goodbye as she took off towards her dormitory.

The boys were still in the armchairs, thinking of the current events they just experienced. Harry was still thinking about Emma, Ron was wondering on how Draco really ticked him off today, and Neville was just trying to forget about everything that just happened.

Harry stood up and started walking to his room. Ron followed him and bid goodbye to Neville. Ron catches up to him and asked, "You know? Maybe you were right about Emma, she doesn't need anyone."

"Yeah, I know. Come on, let's go before we might get caught."

"Alright, but tomorrow we talk with Emma," Ron said before retiring to their dorms for the rest of the adventurous night.

Enna strolled down the corridors, using her darkness power once more to make her hidden from being caught by Filch. Once, she reached her door, she went inside quickly. Feeling that she would have been seen.

Emma walked over to the mirror and glanced herself, wondering what was her reflection going to show her. She gasped lightly. Her hair was white as winter's first snow, and her eyes looked lifeless as darkness itself. She figured it was probably from the three-headed dogs. Slowly yet gradually her hair went to her normal blonde hair.

Emma sighed, and walked to her bed, thinking about what not too long ago occurred. But, her thoughts were cut short, when she heard a gentle tapping at the window. Emma being confused walked to the window. She opened it and inside flew in her family owl, Athena. She smiled at the thought of her parents send her back a reply. Emma thanked Athena, in which it gave a little hoo, before flying out the window. Emma quickly opened up the letter, and inside wrote,

Dear Emma,

Congrats for being in Slytherin Emma, we knew you can do it, and not only that but also all four houses. It may seem impossible, but we knew nothing is impossible for you. And yes Emma we know something you might want to hear, but unfortunately, you are going have to wait when you are older. We aren't disappointed in you, it was the decision of the sorting ceremony, that made you who you are. We are glad, that you are enjoying Hogwarts so far. Your father heard that you made the Quidditch team. That's amazing darling, and I hope everything goes well for you. Everything is going well here, it's a bit strange not having you here, but hearing you are happy lets us know you will love Hogwarts. Always take care of your brother, and protect each other. Emma, take care we love you very much.

Love,

William & Emily Moore

Emma was grinning so wide, she felt like was the Cheshire Cat, with its famous large grin. Shortly after, she soon felt the tiredness take over, and so she started to settle in bed. She was currently thinking about what just happened tonight. And eventually, she fell in a deep slumber, without any visions, whatsoever.