Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!

Author's Notes: Just an F.Y.I, my chapters might take like a week or so to upload, because of school, so…just be patient please!

My (Emily's) POV

The next few days flew by, and I don't really remember talking to anybody.

Big surprise, right? Hahaha.

"Now, before we all become consumed by our wonderful feast, I would like to make a few announcements." Dumbledore rasped, standing behind his golden podium, arms raised.

I always looked forward to Dumbledore's speeches. They were comforting, in a way that I can't explain. But this one time I wasn't interested in his speech, I was interested in what was happening at the Slytherin table, in clear view of ours.

Anger welled up inside me as I watched Draco making kissie faces in my direction, then screwing up his face so it looked like he was crying. I just sat there, staring at him. The sound in the room began growing louder and louder, but no one was talking.

Suddenly someone shoved me out of my daze, and back into the Great Hall.

Struggling to pay attention to Dumbledore now, I blocked my view of Draco by pulling all o my hair to the right side of my shoulder. It cascaded down, successfully blocking him out.

"…..yet another trip to Hogsmeade is coming up! But I must advise you. Dementors are guarding the castle, and I would not wander off, for the dementors cannot differentiate between the guilty and innocent." Dumbledore warned, and look of pure anxiety carved in his face.

Dementors?

"Psst! Potter! Potter!!"

I refused to look over at Malfoy and Harry, who were now arguing about the Quittich match also coming up.

Great.

Now I'm going to have to play the hardest fricken Quittich team, besides ours of course, and it's only my first game! The last one got canceled because of something to do with one of the players, where they got injures and couldn't play.

"Good luck."

I looked up. Seamus was smiling grimly at me.

"What?"

"With the match." He answered, jerking his head towards Malfoy.

"Oh…thanks…." I mumbled, grabbing for a piece of bread that had just appeared on the table.

"Oooh! Emily!!! Somebody likes you!" Marie whispered excitedly, elbowing me in the side.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's getting kind of cramped ion here." I spat, as I was squished in-between Marie and Sam.

"You can sit over here." Seamus offered, burying his face in food.

"Er…"

"C'mon, Em!" Sam yelled, pushing me out of my seat.

I yelped and fell backwards off my seat, legs up in the air. I quickly scrambled to get up, and once I did there was no room left for me to sit.

"This isn't funny!" I yelled, my voice strained as I tried pushing them out of my seat, "C'mon!!"

They just grinned at me.

"Sit with Seamstress." Marie responded.

Did she just say Seamstress?

"Fine."

I jogged around the long, rectangular table to sit with Seamus.

He and I blushed slightly as I climbed into the seat next to him, and I began eating again, glaring at Sam and Marie giggling at me the whole time.

"Hey." Marie whispered, leaning across the table to talk to me, "Malfoy's jealous."

"What?" I asked, leaning forward also.

"He's glaring at you and Seamstress!" she laughed, sticking her tongue out at which I assumed to be Malfoy.

"Did you just say Seamstress?'

"Yeah."

"His name is Seamus!"

"Semious?" She looked confused.

"SEAMUS!"

"What?" Seamus asked leaning in too.

"Oh, nothing." I laughed. sitting back down again.

The next day…

The trip to Hogsmeade was cold, wet, and depressing. You could practically hear everyone's fears of dementors crying out in your ears.

I let Marie and Sam split up to go to different stores, while I wandered around by myself. I wasn't feeling too well, so I walked, in the snow, over to the shrieking shack, where I saw Ron, Hermione, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle….and a shaded person standing behind the trees.

My heart practically stopped as the shaded figure drew out a long, curved knife that glinted in the moonlight (it was getting very dark now).

"No!" I screamed as the thing glided forward towards the group, who were oblivious.

I ran as fast as I could towards the thing, leapt and tackled it head on, just in time to stop it from stabbing Ron.

I yelled as the knife lodged into my shoulder just above my heart. Hermione screamed, and then it got so quiet I could hear them breathing. Then I felt the knife being drawn from my shoulder, and I cringed as I saw the bright red blood splattered on the ground. I couldn't fell anything now. The cold was numbing my wound.

"Emily!" Hermione screamed, just in time to the thing stabbing me again, this time in my upper thigh.

I screamed, holding the wound, and rolled off of it.

My vision became blurred as more and more blood poured out both my open wounds, onto the fresh, glimmering snow. The thing laughed, and bent over me, his face inches from mine.

"Hello." It whispered cruelly.

His breathe smelled like alcohol.

He took off his black hood, so I could see his face. My eyes widened as I recognized his face, and hot angry tears welled up in my eyes.

It was my dad.

He smirked, recognizing me too.

"And we meet again." He said, withdrawing the knife from my leg.

I couldn't help but stare. I hadn't seen him for four years. He had a buzz cut of dark brown hair, and the same brown eyes as me. He had gotten a tattoo on his hand, which snaked around his fingers and up his wrist.

Suddenly he raised the knife again, and I screamed and rolled away from him, my coat caked in snow. Hermione rushed over to me, and Ron actually stepped forward, trying to protect me.

"Get away." I hissed through gritted teeth.

I stumbled to get up, holding my shoulder.

"Get away….from me!" I screamed, running at my dad.

I leapt, tackled him and punched his face.

"I loved you dad, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face as Ron, Hermione, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle just stood there, looking stunned.

(These lyrics are from Stan by Eminem).

"EMILY!!!"

I gasped, jerked and opened my eyes immediately. I was covered in cold sweat, and I still felt the sharp pain from the stab wounds.

"Are you okay?"

I stared blankly at the face in front of me, completely not registering who it was.

"Neville?" I asked warily, squinting in the dark.

Jesus it's dark!

"Y-you fell asleep….I think…." He stammered, backing away.

I stared at his two front teeth, which were slightly…different than the rest of his teeth… to be nice.

I groaned and wiped my forehead which was covered with cold sweat.

"Neville?"

"*snort* I think he's lost."

"That surprises you?"

Three dark shadows appeared from behind Neville, all appearing to be the same height.

"Neville! There you are we've been looking for you everywhere!"

I'd know that Irish accent anywhere.

SSSEEEEAAAAMMMUUUSSS!!!!!!!

"Seamus?!" I exclaimed as my heart practically leapt up into my throat.

I didn't know I had missed him so much.

"E….Emily?!"

The big black blob that was supposedly him grew bigger and bigger until I could actually see the whites of his eyes. This sent shivers down my spine as his hot breathe enveloped my face until I could barely breathe.

Good God…

He didn't seem to notice because he leaned in closer, squinting till I couldn't see the blue iris of his eyes.

"I…I think we should get going…" I coughed awkwardly, scooting around on the snow covered ground, which was now numbing my butt.

"Right…" Seamus mumbled, drawing back.

I groaned as I struggled to get up. My legs were cramped and I tripped forward, grabbing onto Seamus instinctively.

"Sorry!" I yelped as I hopped away from him, trying insanely hard not to fall flat on my face.

"Hey, Seamus!"

Harry.

"Eh?"

"Where are your manners? Emily's tripping! Why don't you carry her? Ahahaha!!"

I froze in place, heart beating faster and my face was beginning to burn.

Is he really going to….?

"Harry!" Seamus yelled, his voice wavering in what I expected to be embarrassment.

Harry and Seamus were acting like goofy teenage boys, laughing, joking and punching each other in the arm, while I was over here tripping in the snow that was now soaked through my dark blue flared jeans.

"Ack!" I yelled as I fell on my face, in front of one of my crushes.

Great. Just perfect.

I groaned as the snow froze up my face in a matter of seconds. My lips burned they were so cold, and my clothes were damp, including my white jacket.

"Get on, then."

My head jerked up violently to see Seamus bending over me, from the back. I blushed as his back end was inches from my face.

"Er…wha?" I mumbled, confused.

"He's giving you a piggy back ride!" Harry laughed, standing over Seamus.

I just stayed where I was for a split second, until Seamus wiggled his butt and Harry burst out laughing. I cracked up, rolled over onto my back and slipped into a fit of giggles.

"What?" Seamus joked, grinning wildly, "You two don't like it?"

This made me laugh even harder, and finally I managed to stand up, clutching my side, which was hurting like heck.

"C'mon it's getting late!" Seamus exclaimed, crouching down again.

I rolled my eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

"You sure?" I asked, standing behind him, "You're absolutely sure you won't…hurt yourself or something?"

He laughed and shook his head.

I shrugged and got ready.

I tried not to yelp as I sat on his back. He grunted and stood up, grabbing my legs. My pulse had to be at least two hundred miles and hour. I was dying!

Oh God….oh God….oh God….Oh my GOD!! This is NOT HAPPENING!!!

"I don't want you to fall." He said, grabbing hold of my wrists and placing them firmly on his shoulders.

I felt faint as he grabbed hold of my legs again and began to walk.

Shit. Oh my GOD! SEAMUS!!!

I glanced sideways at Harry, Neville and a shape I supposed to be Dean, and Harry was holding his stomach, shaking violently. Neville's eyes were round and were darting back and forth in the moonlight.

"Where is everyone?" Dean asked to my right.

"At Hogwarts. We're…late." Harry answered.

I could tell he was laughing at me.

That prick.

"They're already there?! But what about dementors?!?!" I exclaimed, my wand now heavier in my pocket.

"I can face them." Harry said suddenly, drawing his wand.

I instinctively wrapped my arms and legs tighter around Seamus's waist and neck.

I wonder if he can here my heart beat?

Seamus coughed and bounced me up on his back so he could get a better grip.

I almost fainted.

"I see Hogwarts!" Neville exclaimed.

We had been walking through the woods, in the dead of night, in the snow. I shivered, and my eyelids drooped. I had hardly slept last night, but I didn't want to fall asleep on Seamus.

I'd probably die.

But I just don't know if….if I….if I can stay….stay…..a……awa……….

"Holy crap he did not!"

"He did I saw him!"

"But that's…that's…."

"Shut up!!!" I moaned drowsily, slowly opening my eyes.

I found out that I was on the common room couch, fully clothed. This seems to happen a lot.

"What the HELL?!" I screeched, sitting up so fast it made my head spin.

"Hey! Look who's up!" Marie giggled from my right.

"Wha? I….what?" I asked warily, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"We saw Seamus carry you through Hogwarts!! What's up with that?"

"WHAT?! I…I fell ASLEEP?!" I screamed, feeling faint and embarrassed.

Shit shit shit…shit!

"Um…yeah. There a problem?" she asked innocently, red in the face from holding in a laugh.

"PROBLEM?!?! OF COURSE THERE'S NO PROBLEM I'M COMPLETELY FINE!!!!" I screamed, pulling my chestnut colored hair in chunks.

Sam stared at me in amazement, almost like I had just admitted that I had a plant growing out of my head.

I quietly got up and crept up to my bed, falling into a restless sleep.

Thank God tomorrow's Sunday…

Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Excited that school started? ;) *inward groan* I like school but I get so stressed and nervous, especially on presentations. Anyhow please forgive my lateness of this story. I was caught up in school. Thanks!!