Footnotes
Entry #5: August 25th
Things at Hogwarts returned to normal and time wore on like it always did. Emma seemed to be herself, to our relief. Then again, we had bigger things to worry about. For the past two years whispers of a new threat, a dark wizard who called himself Voldemort, was on the tips of everyone's tongue. Just within the last two weeks attacks began to break out on small wizarding comminutes, but we were all use to it. Our generation was constantly 'threatened' with so called Dark Wizards, but all failed. As far as we were concerned Voldemort was just another passing failure.
"Do you think he'll be a real threat? Moody says that one of these guys is bound to come out on the top and terrorize us all. What if he's the one?"
"Oh pluh-lease! With a name like Voldemort? Besides, you'd believe anything our godfather told you. He says jump and you answer back 'how high'?" James said scoffing as he read the Daily Prophet over Emma's shoulder. She let out a loud agitated sigh and handed him the paper. He smiled and climbed into between Emma and Remus and snatched a piece of bacon from my plate across from him. As he sat down Emma hit him with the letter their dad had written.
"What was that for?!?!"
"The Moody comment! I do not do that!"
"Oh yes you do!" James and I said in unison. I was on the other side of the table so I didn't have to worry too much about Emma's wrath; James on the other hand, got the brunt of it.
"Don't make me turn all dark side on you!" Emma said joking. Peter seemed to think this was exceptionally funny, because he was the only one who kept laughing after the joke lost its glory.
"Laughing at the powers of Dark Magic are we?"
"Maybe we are Lucius, what do you care?" Emma said mocking his sinister tone. I bit my lip and held in a laugh as Lucius got all offended. Emma's impression was almost dead on to what Lucius really sounded like: a little boy who hasn't gone through puberty yet. Lucius gave Peter an odd look and then glared at Emma with a look neither James nor I liked.
"What's so funny Black?" Peter cried 'your mum' and we all groaned. He thought it would be something that would catch on… we all highly doubted it. Lucius gave Peter a disgusted look and walked away. As soon as he was gone Emma shivered.
"Ugh, that creep has taken to following me around the school!" Emma said in her Lucius voice. She even got the funny glare he did down to an art. Lily reached across the table and gave her best friend a pat on the hand.
"Don't worry, it he keeps it up, we'll hurt him, and then notify Dumbledore," James told his sister with a big grin on his face. I nodded, Remus reassured Emma he's watch James and I to make sure we didn't get into too much trouble. Emma smiled in a thank you sort of reply. She then got up to go to class, but not before she gave her brother a farewell flick in the middle of the forehead.
"What was THAT for?!"
"For being stupid," Emma replied. I laughed and quickly got out of my seat to avoid getting hit by James. We then hurriedly made our way to class, giggling like little kids. Emma suddenly froze besides me as we began to walk up the staircase to Divination Class.
"He's here…." She groaned. I smiled and told her I'd take care of it. I grabbed her hand, and set off at a run without any warning. We hastily made our way up the staircase without any problems. Lucius definitely wasn't following us now.
"I think we lost him," I panted as we reached the rest of the class. Emma let out a loud sigh and placed her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths. She kept her head bent down as she finally caught her breath.
"Please warn me next time you do that," She said straitening up. I laughed, still fairly out of breath. The thin silver ladder suddenly came down from the ceiling and we followed the class not really wanting to make things up today. Once we entered the class room again Emma and I became rivals in imagination once more.
"Good morning class, today we are going to read the auras, or the energy of a person. I want you to pair up and really feel your partner," Professor Trelawney said in her usual dreamy voice. Emma turned to me with the mischievous look in her eyes. Following the basic instruction we reached across the table and grasped hands 'firmly' and closed our eyes. I noticed Emma blushing just a bit.
"Close your eyes Black! I'm trying to read our aura," Emma said interrupting my thoughts. Professor Trelawney came around and told us to really feel the colors.
"I keep getting a very dark color…."
"You're so funny Emma, Black has a black aura," I replied my voice dripping with sarcasm. She let out a laugh and the grin stayed on her face as she closed her eyes again and began to 'read' the color of my aura.
"Good Emma, keep reading, that's right. Feel the color of Mr. Black's…"
"Dark"
"aura…" Professor Trelawney said, not even noticing Emma's addition. Emma's eyes suddenly snapped open scaring me as the old bat left us alone. She smiled even wider and let go of my hands to dip her quill into her ink. She quickly scribbled something down and then looked directly at me and nodded to herself.
"Most fitting," She said. I looked over to se what she had written.
"My aura is puke green?!" I said with distain. She nodded again.
"Because you make me sick," She said giggling so hard tears started to leak from her eyes. I rolled my eyes. Now I had to come up with something really good…Emma recomposed herself and then took my hands again. Maybe ice blue, because her heart is full of ice…Emma suddenly went limp and her hands fell from mine. She fell back in her chairs, slumped over, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head. Her body began to shake lightly.
"Wow, somebody's is just so funny today…..really I mean it…okay Emma, knock it off. Seriously Em, it's not funny anymore. Emmy?" when she didn't reply I quickly picked her up and placed her on the floor and held her head, as the fit began to reach it's climax. I put my head by her mouth and listened her breathing, it was short and shallow. I looked up, unable to keep the panic from my face.
"Someone help," I said, weakly at first, and then it burst out of me in a roar. Only one of Emma's other friends, Molly Pewit got up to help me.
"Hold her feet still."
"Black, what did you do?"
"Why is Potter on the ground?"
"Is she going to die?"
"What's going on?"
"Does this mean no more class for today?" People whispered, but they all just stood there. Professor Trelawney didn't even notice what was going on, because one student had decided to play sick and drink all of the other classmate's ink. Suddenly as it started, the fit stopped and Emma went flaccid again. I scooped Emma up and made my way out of the classroom.
"Thanks for helping!" I yelled back at the class. Angrily I made my way down the stairs and to the hospital wing. Once Emma was safe in Madame Pomfrey's hands I went to invade Professor McGonagall's class.
"May I ask why, Mister Black, you are interrupting my class?"
"I need James."
"And why is that?" I turned to James and looked him, my head down. I felt it was my fault now as I stood in front of my best friend.
"It's Emma," I replied. James jumped to his feet and we both left the class. Remus and Lily tried to follow but McGonagall was smarter than that. She wasn't about to let three of her students go. We got to the hospital wing out of breath. Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let us see her, so we waited outside as I filled James in on what happened. He shook his head sadly. Then we waited. It seemed like forever we waited and I thought James was going to wear a hole into the floor. Finally we got some news.
"She's okay, but Mr. Potter, I had to owl your father and he'll be here in the morning. When he arrives we'll talk in detail. Right now she's sleeping, so go a head and get some lunch." That was all. I let out a sigh. As we walked away James clapped me on the shoulder.
"Sirius, thanks for being there, and helping her. If you hadn't been there, I don't know what would have happened. So thanks, it means a lot."
"No problem, mate, what are best friends for?"