"Emma, you must go! He'll come after you. He's coming after every pure blood in attempt to bring them to his side. You can't risk it now." Minerva McGonagall pleaded with the young girl sitting in her house.

"But James, Lily, my friends." Emma sunk into her seat feeling no hope. She placed a hand onto her now slight bump. McGonagall's eyes widened, her face paled.

"Oh dear, why didn't you tell me?" The elderly woman said, almost smiling.

"He doesn't know, no one does. Except for Lily." Emma admitted. "I suppose it will be safer for the baby to leave."

"That is the best idea we have, when are you due?" McGonagall asked politely.

"Sometime in the summer, if my calculations are correct." Emma counted up in her head from that night and added nine months. McGonagall thought for a moment and remembered something.

"Lily...she's pregnant too isn't she?" She asked,

The young girl nodded her head sadly, what a time to bring an innocent life into the world she thought. It wasn't planned no, but she wanted a child.

"That's why James and Lily went into hiding...we must hide you too, if he who must not be named finds out you are with child he'll want to know they're blood status. He'll murder anything not up to his standards." McGonagall warned, her hands shaking.

"Pure-blood, my child is still pure-blood. The father doesn't know, if he did he'd want to help but he has enough to worry about at the moment." Emma said quietly, trying not to give it away. "I'd want Lily and James to be the godparents but since they're already family...Minerva would you like to be the godmother? I'm so grateful for how you have looked out for me even after all these years."

"Me? I'm old enough to be their great godmother." She laughed with tears in her face, "But I accept of course, I'm honoured."

Emma laughed and stood to hug the older woman, after all these years she had been treated like a daughter, it was not common for McGonagall to choose a daughter like figure in her house.

"And the father? Please don't tell me it's one of Slughorn's lot."

"No, quite fortunately he's one of yours."

Professor McGonagall sat in her office, the pensive on her desk. Emma had told her that as Emilie's godmother she could tell her about her past since everything was a puzzle at the moment. But it was the timing she had to choose right.

She remembered Emilie being sorted and the slight sting when the sorting hat called out 'Ravenclaw'. And yet she saw Gryffindor courage in the girl, perhaps which was why the hat waited a few moments.

She looked so much like her mother, but had little perks of her father. Clever, optimistic, loved her friends... And she never got to know him.

A knock on the door woke McGonagall out of her thoughts, "Come in."

Emilie, half asleep walked in. Dresses in sweats and a very large shirt which she suspected it was Fred Weasley's. She looked at the clock and realised it was just past midnight. The girl took a seat in front of the desk and rubbed her eyes.

"Professor, you wouldn't have any sleeping draught? Madam Pomfrey is out at the moment and you were the first person I thought of." Emilie yawned, her eyes quite red as if she'd been crying.

"What's the matter? Can't sleep?" McGonagall stood up and walked over to a cabinet on the wall.

"Nightmares mum crying about something." Emilie muttered, McGonagall thought that she was only admitting that because she was indeed half asleep. She froze as she thought was this really the time?

"What happened in these nightmares?" She said returning to her desk with a small bottle with black as night liquid. Emilie yawned and shook herself awake...or tried to.

"I don't really know, I think I was younger maybe around thirteen in the summer. Something was on the news and mum just broke down." She said, sitting up more straight.

"Hmm I think we should discuss this more in the morning when you're awake. Here you go, off to bed. I'll send some hot chocolate up to your room for when you arrive." McGonagall smiled and handed the bottle to the girl and watched as she slowly left the room.

Emilie woke up to Luna sitting on the edge of her bed, reading the Quibbler. An empty bottle on her nightstand and half finished mug of hot chocolate.

"Whattimeisit?" She groggily said using her elbows to sit up. Luna smiled over her paper.

"It's six in the morning, a good time to get a move on, breakfast is in an hour. I thought we should go get a shower before anyone else does." She said, setting the Quibbler on Emilie's desk and going over to her own bed and grabbing her shower things, clean uniform and a towel. "Well let's go."

Emilie fell back onto her bed and sighed, another day. Did she go to McGonagall last night or was that a dream? She shrugged and dragged herself out of bed and gathered her things.

Luna was right, they were the first up. The common room was silent and empty, the fire just some hot embers. They slowly descended down the stairs to the showers, freshly clean and empty. They left their stuff on the benches and went to get a shower, Luna being Luna was out within minutes whereas Emilie took almost twenty. The hot water waking her up, she loved the smell of her shampoo and the shower was the time to think after all. She thought of her dream or was it a memory; she couldn't tell.

"Alright Em, I hear footsteps upstairs come on." Luna called out. Wrapping a towel around her, Emilie stepped out of the shower to get handed her clothes and sent to one of the cubicles that reminded her of swimming changing rooms. She came out five minutes later, fully dressed and her hair half dry and curly around her shoulders.

"Here, I'll send these back up to our rooms." Luna said taking Emilie's towel, shower things and her pyjamas. She smiled and went to brush her teeth.

Both girls were two of the first to arrive in the great hall. Not even all the teachers were down yet. McGonagall sat in chair tucking into some toast and tea, Professor Sprout sat next to her having a simple coffee.

They went to sit at their table to wait for their friends. Emilie decided cereal for today and Luna chose toast. Both were in conversation about their classes and Luna catching up when Neville, Ginny and Hermione appeared next to them. Neville chose wisely to sit next to Emilie as it was still slightly awkward between him and Luna.

"Everyone sleep well?" Hermione asked, pouring a cup of coffee. Everyone groaned a yes except for Emilie who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Nightmares again Em?" Ginny asked,

"Yeah, mum crying again. I can never see why and it drives me insane." She admitted,

"Maybe you should see Professor Flitwick, or McGonagall?" Neville offered. Emilie smiled and thought about last night.

"I think I slept walked into McGonagall's office last night and asked for a sleeping draught." She half laughed, imagining the look on McGonagall's face when she stumbled into her office.

"And what did she say?" Hermione asked

"I think she gave me one, she said something about talking in the morning I think." Emilie sat confused.

"You should go see her; maybe she could do something about the nightmares. Aren't the twins making something to do with nightmares?" Luna asked, a slight sting for Emilie as Fred wasn't replying to her letters. Thankfully Christmas was only a few weeks away and she could go to the Burrow.

"Mmm think so." She said, going back to her cereal and no-one said much more after that.

The post came in, Emilie getting two letters. Ginny and Hermione getting ones from Harry and Ron, Neville from his grandmother and Luna from her dad. Emilie looked at the first letter.

Dear Em,

I'm so sorry I haven't been up to date with your letters. The new products are turning out to be quite difficult. Other than that, me and George are doing grand. The shop is busy as usual; Bill pops in from time to time if he and Fleur argue. It's quite funny when she comes by asking for him, arguments in French are entertaining.

I know school is hard, you should take a day off. Ask Mione to help with your work, if she knows you're stressed she'll help. I'll come visit soon I promise. Think we should find a way to sneak you out of the castle.

You're doing so well, missing you

Fred

Finally! Smiling like a giddy child, she placed Fred's letter on the table and looked at the second one.

Emilie,

Meet me in my office at after lunch, I see you have a study period. We should talk about these nightmares of yours and I've the information you need.

Professor McGonagall

She realised that last night wasn't a dream and that she had went to see the Professor. What was the 'information you need' about? Is this about what her mum was crying about in the dream? What does she know and why hasn't anyone told her beforehand. A million questions filled her head before the bell rang and students filled out of the great hall and Emilie left for Herbology with Neville.

Okay so in this chapter there were a shit ton of clues and information about Emilie's father. I've been very iffy about my choice on whether you guys will like it or not. But hey there wasn't anyone else that I could think of that would make a good story.

So who do you think it is Emilie's father? There was a MAJOR clue in here but if I point it out, it's even more obvious. Leave your thoughts on this chapter in the reviews, I always like guesses, suggestions and positive reviews.