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Emily's POV

I know that most people would think that getting warned by your father who isn't really alive that he's coming for you would scare you, but it really doesn't. He's threatened me with it so many times that it's kind of lost it's affect on me. Only kind of. I wish.

I jump up and grab my wand. I can't let him come back for me.

I head down to the common room. John is in the corner talking to some other first years. I walk over.

"Hey, Emmie! What's up?"

"Nothing much."

"You look kind of panicked to me." One of them says.

"I'm not. Don't worry." They shrug.

"So what have you guys been doing? Not getting in too much trouble, I hope."

"Us? Trouble? No." I giggle. Since when did I giggle? Weird.

"Yeah. You definitely convinced me that you are all just little saints." We laugh.

"Hey, speaking of which, we were wondering if you wanted to join us. We were going to sneak into the woods after dinner."

"But what if we get caught?"

"Oh, come on, live a little."

I pause.

"Fine. I'm in."

We meet in the common room after dinner. "Ready?" We nod. We open the portrait, peeking out. John waves for us to follow. It's after curfew, so we have to be silent. We creep down the hallway. I hear footsteps coming our way. I jerk my head for us to hide and silently dive behind a trophy case. One skill you learn in my life is how to be silent. The others, not so much. John is fine, but Lexi walks behind a column, Abby knocks over a trophy, and Jeffrey hides behind a potted plant. The footsteps speed up, and Filch, followed by his cat (Mrs. Norris) run in. The look of excitement on his face is sickening.

He pulls out Jeffrey, grinning wickedly, and nods to the cat. I hold my breath. She finds Abby. Filch gets Lexi. He laughs.

"Were there any others?" They shake their heads. Thank God.

"Good. You three are going to get detention for a while." His voice fades as he leads them to his office. I hear John let out a sigh of relief as I do. We get out of our hiding spot. Neither of us are as shaken as we should be.

"That was awesome!" He whispers.

I grin back. "Yeah. Poor Abby and Lexi and Jeffrey."

"I know." We meet in the middle and head back to the common room. No need for us to be caught too.

As soon as we reach the sanctuary of the common room, we start laughing. I'm not sure when, but a bond has formed between the two of us. Emmie and John. We're a team. Everyone talks about the Golden Trio, but who needs three? Gold? Hah. We're the Dynamic Duo. The Titanium Two.

I grin at him and he grins back.

Several Months Later

I hear a squeak. Isn't that Ron's rat named Scabbers? What's it doing here? Doesn't he think Crookshanks killed him? Oh, great. I lunge forward, making a grab for the rat. It bites me.

"Ow!" I swat at it but miss. "Bloody," I try to grab it, "Rat!" I get it by the tail. I hold it up, ignoring its pathetic squeals. "You're lucky Ron's looking for you, or I'd kill you on the spot!" I growl at it. I walk down to the common room. "Ron!"

"What?"

"I found Scabbers!" He rushes over and cradles the rodent.

Hermione is glaring at him. "I think, Ronald, that you owe someone an apology." I nod at Hermione.

He looks at her. "Right. Sorry Scabbers." I shove him. "Sorry Hermione." I smirk, satisfied. I leave before they can say anything to me. I need to be alone, in a place where nobody will bother me. I have the perfect place. I find myself walking to the quidditch field. It's windy today, causing my long, dark hair to whip out behind me. I don't really care when it tangles in my face. I just brush it away.

I get the feeling I'm being watched. I'm used to it, since there always is.

"Alright!" I shout, "Who did he send this time?" I hear a rustle of leaves and a big black dog comes trotting out. I tilt my head to the side, squinting. "Who are you?" I whisper.

It wags its tail and trots over to the shadow, where it transforms into a man. He smiles.

"SIRIUS!" I scream and run over to hug him. I haven't seen him in years. He was the one who helped me get away from my father, all those years ago. Of course, he found me again, and that was when he had cast the spell. I didn't think I would ever see Sirius again, assuming he'd killed him. Then I heard that he'd escaped from Azkaban.

"Yeah, Emmie, it's me."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Harry." Of course. I can't help but feel slightly disappointed. Didn't he want to see me? He sees my face. "I didn't know you were back. What did he do to you?"

"A spell. It stopped me in time for a bit. He created it. A few years ago he had Quirrell wake me up." He makes a sound of disgust. "I know. But what about you? What's all this about you escaping from Azkaban?"

"Peter Pettigrew made it look like I betrayed the Potters and killed him."

"Oh. Where is he?"

"He's a rat. I don't know where, but he's missing a finger." My eyes widen. "What?

"Ron has a rat that's missing a finger. I just found it in my dormitory."

"Oh."

"I can't kill it, or Ron will never forgive me."

"I understand."

"How can you see Harry if he thinks you are the reason Voldemort killed his parents?"

"I'm still working on it. There is one person you can tell, however."

"Who?"

"Lupin."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor? I don't think he likes me much."

"Why not?"

"Well, I am the Dark Lord's daughter," I remind him, "and I am taking class with third years."

He grins at me, a wild crazy grin of a man not used to freedom. "You always were smart." He ruffles my hair, and I giggle. He's like a father to me.

"I'll talk to Lupin. I promise."

"Good." He smiles at me kindly. "I've got to go."

"Right. I'll see you later?" I ask hopefully.

"I hope so. I'll write you." I grin and hug him.

"Bye, then. I guess."

"Bye." He waves as I leave, then turns back into a dog. I'm glad to see him again. I've missed him.

The next day, after class, I go to Professor Lupin when I know nobody is watching or listening. "Professor Lupin? Can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yes, Emily, what is it?"

"In private." Perplexed and suspicious, he leads me into his office.

"It's about Sirius Black, sir." He stiffens.

"What about him?" He knows who my father is.

"I…" I hesitate. What should I say? The truth. "I saw him yesterday."

"YOU WHAT?"

"It's alright. I know him." He tilts his head and looks at me curiously. "He said I could tell you." I wait for him to shout, but he doesn't. "I know he's innocent. I wanted to tell you that he thinks Ron's rat is Peter Pettigrew." His eyes snap to attention, more so than before.

"Why does he think that?"

"I remember him once telling me that Pettigrew's animagus was a rat. He said that he cut off his finger to. Ron's rat is missing a finger."

"That's very interesting. I need to talk to him. Where can I find him?"

"I don't know. I found him while I was walking. I don't know where he's staying."

"Where did you find him?"

"I was on my way to the Quidditch field, near the Whomping Willow."

"Thank you, Emily." He smiles at me, for the first time ever. I smile back, and he leaves.