Chapter Seventeen

'HER WAY OF LIFE IS UNVEILED'

The talk about Professor Snape poking his way through Emily Escott's mind tittle-tattled round the school like there was no tomorrow, and fairly soon the entire school knew about it. But what Emily was really thinking remained a mystery.

Many students said that she was thinking about inappropriate things – such as sex, and others said that she was thinking of Snape naked doing a foreign Muggle dance known as the Hula. All of these were just rumours, of course, but they were enlightening and entertaining to listen to.

Every murmur or whisper about it made her snort at the wild inventions that the students came up with. Though, the snide remarks from the Slytherins were enough for anyone to holler and growl about.

"Oi Escott, I heard you were daydreaming about Snape stark naked in his lesson the other day and got detention for it. Was that detention beneficial for you, or would it have been better if it was with someone your own age?" Pansy Parkinson sneered on the first afternoon of March – which was ironically a Monday.

"Give it a rest will you?" Fred barked, "We got kicked out after the first hour, so get over it already,"

Parkinson laughed, "So you was there too Weasley? Was it fun? Did you learn some new stuff? Did you take notes?" She asked, shrieking with hideous laughter.

Emily, who was red with both embarrassment and fury, forgot everything; forgot that she was Head Girl and withdrew her wand within a heartbeat, "You're in no position to mock this, Parkinson," She snarled, slamming the pathetic fifth year girl up the wall, brandishing her wand at her throat; her eyes glinting with murder.

Fred and George, who had seen Emily looking murderous only once, leapt into action and attempted to drag her away from the squeaking, apprehensive fifteen year old. "C'mon Em," George hissed in her ear, "Now's not the time or place to kill someone," Fred agreed, pulling her back by her arms.

Emily growled a deadly growl, rigorously trying to break free of Fred and George's grasp, "If you care about your life, I suggest you flee from here now," Fred bellowed at the Slytherin fifth years – with a little bit of difficulty. The Slytherins scurried away quickly like little insects running away from a hungry bird.

"Fred let me go if you know what's good for you," Emily spat venomously, "That's not going to happen," Fred stated simply, keeping a firm grip on her arms.

"Got her Fred?" George asked his brother. Fred merely nodded, and George released Emily from his clutches. "C'mon Em, Fred's going to man-handle you to the Common Room," George joked, grinning. Emily roared loudly, as if she were an animal, "I don't think now is a good time to be making pointlessly futile jokes George," Fred muttered, sighing dejectedly.

"I suppose so, but it was a cracking joke, wasn't it Fred?"

"If you say so,"

*

The Weasley twins dragged Emily – literately – kicking and screaming to the Common Room. By the time they managed to calm her down in her dorm, Sirius was sitting on her bed reading that months issue of The Quibbler. "What's happened now? Is it Snivellus? If it is, I'll hex him myself," Sirius demanded of them, a scowl across his pale, handsome face.

"No it's not him, it's the Slytherins," George answered. Emily was trembling, and couldn't believe her behaviour. "Is she alright? She looks like she's going to go into shock," Sirius pointed out, worry replacing the small scowl. "A lot's happened," Fred replied miserably, "Like what?"

"And you claim to be her soul mate when you don't know anything!" George almost yelled, pacing the room, "There's a reason I haven't told him George," Emily whispered, her eyes looking at the floor, brimming with tears.

"Em, he needs to know," Fred told her, squatting down on his knees to look at her, "Don't cry, everything will be okay, I promise,"

"Don't make promises you know you won't be able to keep," Emily answered in a hushed tone, her tears overflowing and trickling down her face. "Emmy, don't cry. Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong," Sirius asked her, his voice gentle and soothing. "I…I can't," She spluttered, sobbing into his shoulder.

Sirius turned his gaze to Fred and George, his eyes pleading, "She doesn't want to turn out like her parents," Fred answered forlornly.

"Her family don't like her because she's different. Her best friends belong to the biggest line of Blood-Traitors there is, and she doesn't like their pure-blood ways – agreeing with You-Know-Who's plan to rid the world of Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods," George continued desolately, shifting uncomfortably where he stood, "Her parents were Slytherins then?" Sirius asked.

"Yes," Emily answered finally, "But my older brother Luke and I wanted to be different, to stand out from my parents' strange ways. But they…they loved my brother more than they did me. I was the burden upon my parents, the misfit, the mistake." She cried, sobbing harder into Sirius' shoulder.

"From…what we've heard, Luke is the only one who ever paid attention to her," Fred continued, heaving a sigh, "Whenever her parents said anything they called her 'child' or 'insolent brat' and fired curses and hexes at her at whatever time pleased them – whether it was at meal times or whether it was because they were merely bored."

"We get millions of owls from her during the summer holidays, begging for her to come live with us so she can get away from the torment she gets – and now it's getting worse since he's returned and Luke left home. She feels lost without him," George pronounced, melancholy deep in his voice, "Mum would love her to live with us, we know she wants an older daughter – not that Ginny's a pain, but she isn't into the 'girly fashion' so to speak," Fred groaned, "But we're unable to, because there's no room in the house,"

"So we try and meet up with her as much as we can during the holidays,"

"But you know Mum,"

"Always wanting to spend quality time with the family and Harry,"

"Harry?" Sirius questioned, "He's always round our place. Stopping in Ron's room and stuff," George answered, "so why is Emmy unable to stop?"

"Our family consists of male children and one female. There's no way Em would be able to stop in our room, even if she wanted too. Mum wouldn't allow it,"

"Molly sounds like a tough cookie to crack," Sirius mumbled, "I still don't get why this is upsetting her now,"

"We're getting to that part, jeez," Fred rolled his eyes.

"Em tries really hard not to get as angry as she would, but she slips. When she gets murderously angry, she becomes…well…an animal, a ruthless human being. She uses curses and jinxes she wouldn't usually use. It's within them few moments that everything crashes down and she rips her anger about everything upon the poor person who's generally pissed her off,"

"Oh Emmy," Sirius sighed, rubbing her back, "I promise, when my names been cleared, you can live with me,"

"You have a house?" The twins sounded stunned, amazed, "Yes I have a bloody house," Sirius growled, rolling his eyes, "The point is, you won't have to go through with them anymore Emmy, you can live with me,"

"Really?" Emily asked, looking up to face him, her face dry with tears.

"Really,"

"You mean it?"

"Yes I do,"

"I love you," she whispered, and she hugged Sirius tight. "I love you too,"

Oh noes! Why've i made Emily the damsel-in-distress kinda character?
I'uno, i thought we needed a bit of her background as her family is kinda only ever mentioned once.

And they both said 'I Love You.' awwww!!
Chapter Eighteen will be a riot XD i hope you liked this chapter, dear readers.

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