I'm sorry this is taking so long to update. I am writing 6 stories at once, and only three are fanfics soooo... Anyway, check out my new fanfic if you like Doctor Who. I promise I'll update ASAP! Enjoy and feel free to REVIEW! Criticism is welcome.
Also just in advance, I do not know how to write some of the characters, so please understand. And ignore the various plot holes. They will probably be explained later on in the story. I do not care if I spell things wrong, and it is not really my strong point.
Oh, yeah. Two more things. I OWN NOTHING. Also, a warning for you. I make lots of fandom references. See if you can understand them all.
Emily's POV
The next morning I feel like I'm being watched. I glance around nervously and realize I'm shivering. I get out of bed, my dream still fresh in my mind. I'll send someone to watch you. I don't even blink. As creepy as it is, I'm getting used to my father stalking me. Don't you love overprotective evil parents that will try to kill you to keep you out of trouble? I really don't understand how that twisted mind works. Oh, well.
In the common room, the Weasley twins are trying to convince some second years to take a potion, while a third year, I think his name is Seamus, is blowing things up. I laugh. I awkwardly walk out and to the great hall.
The four house tables are in place. I walk to the Gryffindor table and sit alone, trying to tune out the rest of the crowd. I feel someone's eyes on me. I look up and see Professor Lupin staring at me like he's trying to figure me out. I eat quietly until I feel, rather than see, someone sit next to me. It's another first year. What's his name again? John, I think. John Smith.
"Hey, Emmie, why the long face?" He asks, "It's Hogwarts! Aren't you exited?" Oh yeah. Most people don't know my heritage. Let's keep it that way.
"I don't know. Have you gotten your schedule yet?" I pull mine out of my pocket.
"Yeah. Have you even looked at yours?"
"Not yet."
"Neither have I." He pulls his out.
"We probably should look, now that class is tomorrow."
"Sure." We count to three and look. I gasp. "What?"
"Look at this." I put mine next to his. It's almost exactly the same. Why isn't it the same? We're in the same house. There are just a few differences. Like the fact that I have Defense Against the Dark Arts with the third years.
"What? Is that even legal?"
"I don't think so."
"Then why does your schedule say that?"
"I think…"
"You think what?"
"I already know basic defensive spells. I taught them to myself. I didn't think they were enough to get me into a third year class."
"YOU TAUGHT YOURSELF DEFENSIVE SPELLS!"
"Oi! Keep it down!"
"Why? I'd be proud."
"Yeah, well I'd like to keep it private while I can."
"You won't be able to for long. After tomorrow, this will be all anyone will talk about. I wonder what will happen when we're in our fifth year."
"What? Why?
"Well, there isn't an eighth year, is there? You'll be learning how to be an auror!"
I shove him lightly, trying to keep a straight face. I still giggle a bit, despite myself. He smiles at me triumphantly. It takes me a few hours to realize something. It's my second day here, and I already have four friends. My first friends ever. Instead of being happy, I feel a sense of dread wash over me. Love is weakness. That's what I have always learned. If my father finds out, no, when he finds out, they could be in trouble, used against me. If I'm not careful… No. I won't let him harm them, and that is final. I can't grow attached. Love is weakness. Love is weakness. Love is-
"Well then, Riddle." I hear the far too familiar drawl behind me. Malfoy. No trouble with weakness here. "Still hanging around Potter, then?"
I spin around. "Got a problem with that?" My hands are in fists.
"Ooh, I'm, scared now!" He says sarcastically. His cronies laugh.
"You should be."
"Is that a threat? Is a first year threatening me?" He smirks.
"Yeah, I am." Then I turn and stalk off. What a waste of energy.
I hear him grumbling behind me. My father's words come back to me. I'll send someone to watch you. If it's Draco he sent, he needs some serious help. More than usual. That is saying something. I want to be normal, for a witch. I want to be less powerful. I want to be in a normal family. I want an actual life. I want it all. I don't want whatever this is. I sigh.
Harry's POV
The next day I walk out of the Great Hall talking to Emmie. Soon I might even trust her. She really does seem earnest when she tells me about how he talks to her, sometimes. I wonder vaguely how she even exists. I remember my schedule. I have Defense Against the Dark Arts first. She walks there with me, and I wonder why she walks in as well. "Emmie?"
"Yeah?" She looks up at me innocently. Yeah, that's right, up. Inside I smile, because there is finally somebody shorter than me. So there Ron.
"Why are you in this class?"
She looks down, embarrassed. "I, uh, I have it too."
Before I can reply, Professor Lupin walks in and class starts. He pretends not to notice her, but I can tell his eyes are drawn to her. So are mine, and all the other students. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I am Professor Remus Lupin. In this class, you will learn to defend yourselves against the darkest of creatures. Soon, we will face about the Boggart. Today, however, I am merely going to teach you some of the basics. Can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?" Hermione raises her hand. "Miss Granger?"
"A Boggart is a creature that takes the shape of what we most fear. Nobody knows what exactly the true form of a Boggart is."
"Correct. Five points Gryffindor. Now, can anybody tell me how one might defend themselves against one?" I look around. Nobody. Shakily, Emmie raises her hand. "Miss Riddle?"
"A Boggart can be repelled by laughter. It confuses it. If the victim can picture a funnier version, then they say the spell Ridiculus."
He looks slightly surprised. Well, of course he is. A first year knew something no one else did, even Hermione. "Correct. Five points Gryffindor." She smiles.
Emily's POV
After class, I decide to walk alone. I am nearly at my first class when I am pulled aside. I thought that the corridor was deserted. I look at the person who grabbed me, and nearly jump out of my skin. Lucius Malfoy is standing there. "What are you doing here?" I put as much coldness in my voice possible, and that is a lot.
"Checking on you, obviously. What did you expect?"
"Truthfully?"
"Never mind. Listen to me. Your father doesn't like that you are consorting with Potter. If you know what is good for you…" He lets the sentence hang. I roll my eyes. Of all the people he could send, he sends the idiot. I wonder vaguely how he even made contact. Oh well. I pull my arm away.
"I have to go to class." I push past him. He shouldn't even be aloud in Hogwarts, especially with the new Dementor guards. A new thought strikes me. What if they are working for my father? What if that's why Malfoy was allowed in? What if we aren't being protected, but kept inside? I shake off the thought and walk to class.
"Hey, Emmie!" I turn to see John run up.
"Hey John."
"So. How was class?" He grins at me, and I roll my eyes.
"Very subtle, there."
He nudges me. "Come on."
"It was good." I tell him what we're doing. His jaw drops.
"Boggarts? Wow. In our book, we are doing iguanas." I look at him incredulously. Is he being serious? He laughs. "Ugh. You don't get the concept of sarcasm, do you?" I smile back and decide to play along. What could be the harm?
"What is this sarcasm you speak of?" Another first year runs up. Her name is Elizabeth. My middle name.
"Hey guys! It's Emily and John, right? I'm really bad with names." We nod. She launches into an exclamation about how much she loves it here. I guess she comes from a muggle family. Another friend. I'm on a roll.
We descend the dark steps to the dungeon.
Snape's POV
I start the lesson. Looking around the room, I see that this year, almost all of them are all babbling idiots as usual. Then I see her. Emily is talking happily to a boy and a girl. How unusual. When I knew her, she was always quiet and reserved, no friends. Now she has two new ones, after barely knowing them for a day. Odd. At least she's smarter than the average first year. Maybe she'll turn out to be smarter than that annoying Granger girl. She's had training in the past, ever since she was woken up. I remember when we found her. Trapped in the column of light, looking so much like her father used to. Even now she is tossing that black, black hair over her shoulder and glancing around the room with those deep, dark eyes. There is something about her that is like a shadow. I'm not sure whether I'll end up tolerating her, or loathing her. At the moment, I am leaning towards the former. How unusual.
I barely pay attention to the class. I toy around with them, seeing who knows what. That Smith boy is a true idiot, while Emily knows more than Granger does now. I smirk. First years are both annoying and amusing at the same time. I wonder how those parents put up with them. Then I think of Lily and her hair. Her face. Her voice. Her. I think of that day when I made a mistake. My tongue slipped. I lost her that day. I hate myself for thinking of her. I don't want to think of her. I sigh, and turn my mind elsewhere.
Emily's POV
I am bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored! Some people in my class are just idiots! Now they have Defense Against the Dark Arts while I have to sit around trying to keep my mind blank. Occlumency is the worst.
It's no use. I like back on my bed when his voice comes to me, as I knew it would. Be prepared for the worst, Emily. I will come back for you. I really hate that bodiless excuse of a father sometimes. Well, all the time.