Chapter 3 Because I can Potter
Emily woke up early the next morning and looked around her Uncle Regulus's old room. It was decorated in green and silver with the black family crest painted above the bed. There were numerous press clippings related to Voldemort around the room and it made Emily feel slightly sick being surrounded by news about the monster who had been at least in part responsible for the mess her life was in. She walked into the ensuite and stopped in front of the mirror. She looked a mess from crying all last night.
"c'mon", she muttered to herself, "Your weak, you can't let the cracks show, it's their fault. All their fault"
Mark knocked on Emily's bedroom door, "Em it's time for breakfast!"
"Joy" she called back sarcastically, "Yeah I'm coming now" She focused at her apperence in the mirror and guided her beautiful features into a scowl.
The two of them moved down into the kitchen neither speaking, they had just reached the kitchen door when they paused listening to the voices inside.
"But why does she seem to hate me so much?" Potter said sounding immensly confused to Emily's pleasure.
"I don't know" Sirius said "It can't be anything to do with my Mother she's been dead for ten years thank merlin"
"She never had this problem with you when you were little, she got a bit stroppy with you occasionly having to share her padfoot with anyone other than mark...oh" said Remus realisation crossing his face.
"Only half right I'm afraid Remus", Emily said striding into the room, "There is however another factor in it. How long ago Potter do you think I became a werewolf?"
"Er not sure..." Harry said looking rather like rabbit stuck in the headlights.
" Emily stop it your being a bitch" Mark said pleading with his sister
Emily turned furiously towards her brother. "Don't you dare tell me what I can and can not say Mark Black, may I remind you who's lose tongue got us in this situation in the first place"
Mark's face contorted in pain "Em..."
"Do not!" She yelled her eyes fully amber, "Call me Em!" Her voice suddenly turned deceptivally calm, "Right Potter for your information I was bitten on June 15th 1994, now what miraculus event also happened that night?"
"That was the night I first met Sirius wasn't it?" Harry said uncertainlly turning to the afore mentioned man for confirmation, he nodded evidentally dreading where the conversation was going.
"Yes the night Sirius Black finally cornered the pathetic bit of scum and re-met his beloved godson, his children were running madly towards the front doors of Beauxbatons being followed by a vengful werewolf" Emily said her bitterness, anger and jealously seeping out, "Yeah so you can see Potter how I might just blame your over-worshipped arse for being the reason my chances at ever succeeding in life are zero."
Harry seemed to contemplate this for a momennt and then said "Remus taught us defence two years ago..."
"Yeah and what lost him that job, Emily interuppted, "The fact that he's a werewolf, and know thanks to you're holy butt and the ministry I can't even do my owls never mind a job"
"Emily, we've said that we'll homeschool you through your owls and newts..."
"Except Remus", Emily said her eyes blazing amber and her voice constricted with anger, "What bloody use will it do, you know first hand no-one will employ a werewolf"
"Hang on a minute", Harry shouted, "What right do you have to say any of this stuff you psycopathic bitch, you've got your family, something I don't have and can never have, the best defence teacher we've ever had is offering to home school you and you'll be given wolfsbane won't you. Why are you taking your selfishness out on Sirius, Remus, Mark and I?"
"Because I can Potter because I bloody can!", She yelled back at him.
With that she grapped a piece of toast and ran out of the kitchen, not quite fast enough for them not to notice her tears.
"Well", Sirius said, when she had left, "I suppose the tears are a sign that theirs a human underneath somewhere..."
He trailed off at the doubtful look Harry was giving him.