The first thing Emma wanted to do was to get out of the Hospital Wing. Finally, Madame Pomfrey came to check to see the process of the injury. Only for her to discover that the skin was healed, leaving a hardly noticeable scar. Emma was allowed to leave, but before she left, she needed to drink some fluids to regain her strength.
It was the bleak November, beginning the month with the weather turning very cold with bitter winds. It was also the start of the Quidditch season, where she and Harry would have their first match. The first game would be Gryffindor versus Slytherin, which Emma was grateful for. She was glad that she would play along with her brother, even though they were playing for the opposite teams.
Emma was strolling down the corridors, but on the way there she could hear whispers of many Hogwarts students. Emma was quite confused about the attention she was receiving, so she discreetly listened to some of them.
"It's Emma, I heard that she get all the Houses five points." A Gryffindor whispered to his friends.
A Hufflepuff spoke quietly to her friend, "How can she possibly do anything she wants without even getting caught? I mean, just because she's the Hogwarts Princess?"
There was another, a Ravenclaw uttered to someone, "I heard that she accidentally get herself injured to have attention. It's utterly ridiculous if you ask me."
Lastly was a small group of Slytherins huddled together, one saying, "I heard that she acts like a saint. But, in reality, she's just a good girl who's actually a bad one, who simply hasn't been caught yet."
Emma smirked at the last comment, not caring about the other comments that were meant to insult her. She knew that she's a nightmare simply dressed like a daydream. Emma, however, acted like she was unfazed with those rumors that were going around Hogwarts. Finally, what seemed like a maze, Emma arrived at the Great Hall. She spotted her friends at the Gryffindor table, already eating their breakfast. Emma wondered if her friends were worried about her, but she forgot about it when she spotted strawberries, her favorite fruit.
The trio didn't notice Emma when she sat down with them. So Emma was the first to speak, "Good morning, guys."
The trio snapped their heads facing the one and only Emma Moore, who was completely healed from last night's events.
"Emma!" Hermione greeted loudly, giving her a hug, in which Emma responded back hugging her and giving a little laugh.
"Bloody hell Emma! You look like you nothing even happen to you." Ron said flabbergasted, staring at Emma.
"Ron's right! You scared us to death, we thought that you were going to be in a coma or worse." Harry stated before going up to her. Harry surprised Emma and himself by giving her a hug. Emma seemed to not noticed Harry's beet red face, but instead, she hugged him back.
"Well, I'm right here! I'm not going anywhere, yet guys!" Emma exclaimed before she started to eat her breakfast. There was silence, but not awkward silence, more like a comfortable one. The quartet was eating, but the girls and Ron noticed Harry playing with his food instead of eating it.
"You've got to eat some breakfast, Harry." Emma insisted, looking worried.
"I don't want anything." Harry simply stated.
"Just a bit of toast," wheedled Hermione.
"I'm not hungry." Harry persisted. Harry was completely nervous about the Quidditch game today.
Emma saw Professor Snape walking, or more like limping towards the Gryffindor table. He stopped and stared down at Harry and Emma. "Good luck today, Potter, Moore. You've proven yourselves against a troll. A little game of Quidditch should be easy work. Even if it is against Slytherin."
Emma gave a small nod of respect, in which she noticed Snape gave a faint grin before glancing at all of them. After a few moments, he walked to another direction, but Harry continued to watch him closely. In fact, very closely that he noticed that Professor Snape was limping.
"That explains the blood," Harry spoke up, grabbing his friend's their undivided attention.
Emma was the first to react, by furrowing her eyebrows, confused. "Blood?" Hermione and Emma asked in unison.
"Last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could get past that three-headed dog. But he got bit, that's why he's limping." Harry explained to the three of them.
"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione asked.
"And how can you possibly know that?" Emma added.
"The day when I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of the vault. Said it was Hogwarts business, very secret." Harry explained to them, once again.
"So you're saying..." Hermione trails off, but Harry cuts her off quickly.
"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." Harry responded, instantly. Emma thought about the theory but found it implausible. What would make Professor Snape do such a thing?
Emma waved goodbye to her friends, before going to her brother, who was in the Slytherin table. Emma already knew that he had heard the news of last night's events.
"Hey, Justin," Emma said shyly. Justin turned to her before pulling her ear, making her sitting next to him.
"Ow, ow, you're hurting me." Emma yelped, smacking his arm. Finally, he let go of her ear, in which Emma started to sooth it softly.
"What was that for?' Emma asked, still glaring at her old brother.
"You know exactly what that was for," Justin responded, glaring back at her.
"Okay, but to be fair, I didn't know that there was a mountain troll in the castle," Emma explained slowly.
"Not only that, but I heard that you got impaled in the leg," Justin said softly. Emma noticed that he wanted to see her leg, in which she did. She lifted her leg, in which he looked, and noticed that it was hardly noticeable the scar.
"You know that I can heal myself, and if not others as well." She briskly stated. Justin sighed, knowing that she will most likely lose control again. "Do you not trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, especially with the truth. However, I just don't trust your methods." He muttered the last sentence, but Emma heard it.
"Look, I know you think I can't do anything. But, you just gotta have faith in me." Emma explained.
"I know, but sometimes I forget you were born with the ability to change someone's life, don't ever waste it," Justin spoke wisely. Emma smiled at his words, knowing that he has forgiven her. She hugged him, in which he did in return.
"So, are you nervous for your first Quidditch match?" Justin asked changing the conversation.
"No" Emma lied, before saying sarcastically, "Of course I'm nervous, what do you think?"
Justin laughed at her silliness, glad that it can calm her nerves.
"You shouldn't worry about it, it should be Harry that should be nervous," Justin explained.
"Because, he's the seeker, right?" Emma asked, in which he nodded.
"Just to let you know, I won't go easy on you." Justin joked.
When have you ever, Justin." She joked back, before laughing.
"Come on, let's go somewhere before the match begins," Emma suggested, leaving the Great Hall with her brother.
By eleven o'clock, it was time for Quidditch. It seems as if the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Meanwhile, in the locker room, Harry, Emma, and the rest of the team were changing into their scarlet Quidditch robes. While Justin and the Slytherins would be playing in their emerald Quidditch robes.
"You scared, Harry, Emma?" Woods asked the two of them, noticing their posture being uncomfortable.
Emma was scared and nervous. She gulped nervously. "A little." They said in unison.
"It's all right. I felt the same way before my first game." Wood informed them, before turning his attention to the team.
Wood cleared his throat for silence.
"Okay, men," he said, before being interrupted.
"And women," said Angelina Johnson, one of the Chasers, who winked at Emma. Emma smiled gratefully, knowing at least there was another girl on the team.
"And women," Wood agreed. "This is it."
"The big one," said Fred Weasley. "The one we've all been waiting for," said George added.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year," George said to Emma.
"Shut up, you two," said Wood, who was annoyed. "This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."
He glared at them all before saying, "Or else." Emma knew that he was simply trying to intimidate them.
"Right. It's time. Good luck, to all of you."
Suddenly, the doors started to open, Emma had to squint her eyes due to the intense rays of sunshine. Emma mounted on her broom and started to fly out onto the Quidditch grounds and she got in position. She noticed her brother right in front of her from the opposite side of the field.
She smiled, and he mouthed, "Good luck." Emma smirked before mouthing back, "I don't need it." Justin just shook his head in amusement, before going to his Keeper position.
"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season. Starting off the season, is today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor! The teams take their positions as Madam Hooch steps onto the field to begin the game!" A kid named Lee Jordan announced on a speaker, echoing throughout the stands.
Madam Hooch stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
"Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you," she said, once they were all gathered around her. Harry stared at the Slytherin team and saw Justin in his position as Keeper. Emma was looking at the stands, looking for her friends.
"Mount your brooms, please."
Harry and Emma climbed onto their Nimbus Two Thousand. Then, Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.
"Officially the game has begun, Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air, and they are off."
Jordan announced, and seconds later, he was observing the game in front of him.
"The Quaffle is taken immediately by Emma Moore of Gryffindor - the newest Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too for a first year -"
"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall shouted at him.
"Sorry, Professor." Jordan cleared his throat before he started to announce again.
"Now Emma seems to be surrounded by the Slytherin chasers, - but she quickly zooms away from them. Close call and Angelina Johnson seems to be near Emma, - probably trying to help the first year. Yet, the Slytherin team is still trying to catch the Quaffle, - however, Emma weaves right through them quickly. Emma's near the hoops now - and the Slytherin Keeper Justin Moore - seems to protect the hoops from Emma."
Emma looks for a way to score before she noticed that he was taking too long to protect all hoops, so she smirked before zooming in closer.
"Emma - seems to notice Justin's strategy - as she quickly zooms to the left hoop and she - no, she quickly switches hoop and throws the Quaffle as Keeper Justin dives - misses - GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Emma smiled so bright, then faced her brother mouthing, "I told you." Justin rolled his eyes, before sending Emma a bright smile as well. Emma heard the Gryffindor team and house cheering, but there was also howls and moans from the Slytherins.
"Emma Moore scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announced as more people cheered. Emma saw Harry near her, so she flew up to Harry, who gave her a high five. Unfortunately, a Bludger came out of nowhere and nearly knocked causing the two of them to barely grab on to their brooms.
"Slytherin takes the position of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint."
Emma turned to look at Marcus Flint heading towards the hoops. She starts to fly towards him, an effort to prevent him from scoring.
"Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint is dangerously near the hoops, - Angelina tries to take the Quaffle away. Marcus Flint is now trying to shoot the Quaffle in the hoop. He throws - and he misses by Oliver Wood - who immediately blocks the Quaffle."
Emma noticed the Quaffle now in the possession of the Weasley twins, who is passing the Quaffle back and forth. She then flies towards them, incases they needed another member.
"The Quaffle is now in the care of the Weasley twins, - who I can't tell who is who." Jordan announced before continuing, "The Weasley twins notice Angelina, - who they pass the Quaffle to. Angelina passes the Quaffle to Emma, - who quickly flies towards the hoops. She's now about to throw the Quaffle - she throws - Keeper Justin misses - and GRYFFINDOR SCORES ONCE AGAIN! Another Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Emma quickly flies back to her friend Harry, who was still looking for the Golden Snitch. He didn't want to let anyone down, and especially not Emma.
"Captain Oliver Wood seems to be hit by - a bludger - who is now spinning around, before felling onto the ground. Marcus Flint seems to take the opportunity - now with the Quaffle in hand. He throws the Quaffle into the hoops - and he scores! SLYTHERIN SCORES! Ten Points to Slytherin!"
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan was saying, "Chaser Emma ducks two Bludgers, with the Weasley twins on her side. As they speed towards the Quaffle - wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
Harry looked to see Slytherin Chaser Adrian Pucey, who unaware had the Golden Snitch near his left ear. Harry dived downward after the Snitch, but also Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch, as all the Chasers stopped playing as they hung in midair to watch.
Harry was faster than Higgs, he was near the Snitch, he only needed to be a bit faster. But, before he can grab it, Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, causing a WHAM! sound as Harry's broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors, as Emma quickly flies towards Harry.
"You alright?' Emma asked as she helps him get back to his broom. "Yeah, thanks." Harry wheezes before finally, he breathes normally.
"Be careful, alright. Find the Golden Snitch and you win for all of us." Emma said as she smiles at him, before flying back to get the Quaffle.
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. Harry looked and to see that the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.
Lee Jordan observes as he commented. "So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating -"
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul -"
'Jordan, I'm warning you -"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Angelina, who puts it away, no trouble, and Gryffindor still in possession."
Harry flies towards his teammates before his broom suddenly gave a harsh lurch. He quickly tried to grip his broom with both hands. It started to zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent movements that almost made him fall to the ground. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and he swung off it, now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand.
Emma noticed something odd with Harry, as she turned to see Harry hanging on for his dear life. The movement of the broom seemed to be as if it had a mind of its own, or rather as if something or someone was controlling it. However, Emma was in fact right but she doesn't know who was controlling the broom.
"Harry, what's going on!" Emma shouted, as she quickly used her air abilities to its maximum effort to help Harry from falling. Harry suddenly felt like he became light, as he uses his free hand to grab the broom. Once he did, he used his strength and some help from Emma's ability he was able to mount back onto his broom. Emma sighed, before wiping a few sweat drops that were on her forehead, due to the amount of stress and tension of her powers.
Yet, Harry wasn't feeling well, so he speeded toward the ground. Where he claps his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick, almost like if he was going to vomit. Once, he coughed, a gold sphere fell out onto his hand, as Emma noticed he caught the Golden Snitch!
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, as Emma laughed excitedly, that they won the first game.
"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan announced eagerly thrilled that Gryffindor won.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle. "Gryffindor wins!" she shouted, as the Gryffindor cheered, while the Slytherin was howling with anger that they lost the game. Gryffindor had won by one-hundred and seventy points to sixty.
Harry and Emma changed after the game was over in their normal robes, while many Gryffindors were congratulating Harry. Finally, they found Ron and Hermione waiting for them as they all walked along to Hagrid's hut for the evening. They sat inside the hut, waiting for Hagrid with the tea.
"It was Snape who did it," Ron was explaining, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldn't take his eyes off you."
"How what you know if Snape did it?" Emma asked intrigued.
"Well I didn't, Hermione here did during the game," Ron explained as he strolled along with them.
"Rubbish," said Hagrid as he walked in with the tea, as he continued, "Why would Snape do something' like that?"
The four of them looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry finally decided on the truth.
"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid. "He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the teapot, shocked with the information he just received.
"How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy? Do you mean the three-headed dog?" Emma asked.
"Yeah - he's mine - bought him off an Irishman I met in the pub las' year - I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the -"
"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me any more," said Hagrid muttered. "That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it." Harry insisted on the accusation.
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothing' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione out loud. "I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, Emma and I read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!"
"But, Hermione did you hear some of the words he was saying?" Emma questioned.
"Well no, but who else can possibly do such a thing to Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.
Hagrid paused for a moment before speaking up, " I'm telling you, you're wrong. Now, you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that don't concern you. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is between Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel -" he told them before pausing what he just said.
Emma narrowed her eyes at the name, like if it sounded familiar. " Nicholas Flamel?" She asked Hagrid.
Hagrid paused for a moment as a wave of shock spread on his face. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that" he said before he shooed all four of them to go back to the castle.
The four of them stood and watched Hagrid walking back inside. "Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked them. Ron, Hermione, and Emma all pondered before shrugging their shoulders, not knowing who this Nicholas Flamel was. As they walked back to the castle in silence, before Harry and Emma were greeted with cheers from the Gryffindors. Emma and Harry smiled a bit, watching that some Slytherins were giving them the death stare. Emma was unfazed by the attention as she saw her brother in the corridor.
She ran up to him, leaving her friends behind as she tackled him with a hug. Justin was shocked when he nearly falls over before he noticed that it was Emma.
"Congrats Emma," Justin said as he turned around to pat her hair. This caused Emma to swat his hand away before answering, "Thanks, but I should thank you."
Justin was confused with her answer before asking, "What do you mean 'thank me'?"
"Well if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have scored many points for Gryffindor," Emma said cheekily.
Justin scoffed, "You know I did that on purpose for you that some points?"
"So for all of the shots I made, you did it on purpose?" Emma interrogated him, before laughing at him.
"You know? You can be such a little know-it-all." Justin muttered.
"Yeah I know, that's why I'm your 'little know-it-all'," Emma replied as the siblings walked along the corridor talking for a few hours.
By nine o'clock, the siblings departed ways going to their own dorms. But, Emma was troubled with many thoughts buzzing in her head. She glanced at her small personal library. An idea formed, so she quickly got up and started to search for Nicholas Flamel. She got a thick book called, "Wizards & Witches Of All Time." She opened the book and started searching for the letter "F" for Flamel. With no luck, she tried to find the letter "N", yet again no luck. Emma sighed, knowing that she will be searching for awhile. She grabbed another book in one hand, and on the another she made a small ball of light, allowing her to read better.
After a stack of books piled up neatly, she didn't find anything, yet there was still books missing in her library. Emma slowly started to feel drowsy as she went to her bed lying down, and staring out the window; eventually, Emma fell into a deep slumber.