It had been about a week since she had passed out in Diagon Alley and she wasn't completely unsure if Hermie would ever let her out of sight. "You need to recover." Hermione had said after she had woken up back at the Weasley's house. A smirk had appeared on her face then but not so now that she had been confined for awhile.

"I wonder what she has planned for me tomorrow. I mean I do kind of have to go to Hogwarts tomorrow. Hmm…yeah I probably won't be let out."

Emily muttered to herself as she slid from her bed, desperately needing to move around. The only time she had truthfully been let out of the room was to use the bathroom, eat food, and take a shower. That was really all.

Right on cue, Hermione came busting through the door with an accusing stare.

"Now where were you going, Emily? You weren't thinking about leaving were you?" Hermione asked accusingly, almost sounding like her own mother.

A simple shrug and smirk was all that she could muster up to respond to her question. A lie sprung up in her mind but she knew that she would feel physically ill afterwards if she told it. Lying often did that to her.

"I was just going to see if I could read with out you baring down on me. Seriously Hermione, I am older than you and you treat me like a child. You just need to take a chill pill."

Emily said in a joking matter, though the embarrassment that she felt over her cousin's treatment of her was unbearable. The good thing about her was that she could hide her true feelings from anyone she so choosed to. It was like wearing a mask. Unless she was alone she would never take that mask off.

Directing the brunt of her gaze towards Hermione, she continued to walk over to her chest to take out her journal and quill. The need to write was coming upon her.

"Hermione, please leave. I want to be alone."

"What? But I just can't leave you here..."

"Hermione, go away NOW!" She yelled; her emerald green eyes glowing with frustration. If her cousin didn't leave then she would not be able to control herself.

The result that she so desperately wanted had occurred. Hermione had hightailed it out of there as fast as a jackrabbit. Thank Merlin! She was finally alone.

Picking up her stuff, she walked over to the window seat and sat down in the soft cushioned seat. Opening the journal, she flipped through the pages and marveled at the strange things that she had written in it. Poems, stories, and dreams had been scribbled out in her oddly neat penmanship.

Searching through the journal, she sighed with relief when she found an empty page. Dipping her quill in her inkwell, she slowly began to write the words that she so wanted to release.

Dear Journal,

It sucks being all cooped up like this, but I have to do what Hermie says or get hexed. At least that is what she says. I don't think she would be able to.

Anyway I keep having these dreams about the guy that I saw in Diagon Alley. For some reason they are filled with blood, torture, and even death. I bet that if I ever found him again, Hermione would make sure that I get nowhere near him. She seems to hate him for some reason.

I have to get ready for Hogwarts tomorrow but I am SO bringing you with me. I mean I can't leave you behind to suffer the torment of not being filled with ink. I may need to buy you a friend soon because you are running out of pages.

Oh well. I hope I will be able to meet that guy again. It will probably not happen. I mean a guy like that and a halfblood like me actually meeting? That's never going to happen.

I will write in you soon.

Emily

When she was done with her short entry, she closed her journal and placed the quill on top of it. The desire to look out the window was too strong to ignore so she looked. She dared to look outside to try to find any sign of him. It was just curiosity after all. It wasn't like she was falling in love with him.

Suddenly it began to rain outside, blurring the view of what was outside. Somewhere out there she knew that he was out there, but she had a feeling that whatever he was doing it reeked of evil. She could sense it somehow.

Off in a different part of England, Lucius Malfoy lay in waiting for his next meal. When an unsuspecting victim came walking down the empty street, he immediately apparated behind them and sank his teeth into the flesh of their neck. The blood flowing from the person's body was not as sweet as a certain someone's blood whom he had smelled briefly.

"I want her blood."

He whispered huskily as he dropped the body to the ground, leaving it for the animals that so needed their dinner. Picking up his cane from the ground, he looked up at the dark sky and tried to sense the young woman known as Emily.

"So close yet so far. If only I knew where you were."

Suddenly he caught the scent of others.

"Granger? Weasley and his children? Mr. Potter!? Of course she is with them. Why didn't I think of that?"

Knowing where she was residing, he apparated away with the notion of what the girl would say when he saw him.

OOC: Well this is the second chapter. I have a pretty good idea what the next chapter will be like. Sorry for the slowness of me getting this out here, but I have lots of homework for school so it is hard to type this all so quickly after I finish. Anyway please REVIEW. Nothing would make me happier in the world to receive at least one review. Trust me.

I hope to get the next chapter out soon.