1995. 8. 27
Emma's felt a strange sensation in her brain, almost as if something was tugging at her mind. The blackness quickly turned into an image that she had often dreamed about as a child. She was reading a picture book under lamplight in her bed with a beautiful woman with flowing black hair entered the room. Immediately, Emma tried to conceal what she was reading, but the woman knew her too well. "What are you doing up?" The woman asked her with a smile on her face. A man in a silver mask suddenly appeared behind the woman. Emma had no idea what was happening.
The black-haired woman cast a spell at the man, who disapparated. A moment of silence passed before the man returned, casting a spell of green light at the woman, who fell to the floor. "Leave my mum alone!" Emma shouted, standing on her bed and holding her hand out to the man. From her hand, a blue light emanated, sending the masked man on his way. Severus Snape was standing in the corner of the room, unnoticed, watching closely.
The scene then changed to Grimmauld Place. Emma was standing in the living room, arms crossed, staring down her uncle Remus. "Emma, you don't understand..." "Oh, I understand! You're a liar! You're a foul lying git! I can't believe you! My dad is NOT a murderer! He's innocent! How can you not believe that?" Remus opened his mouth in another vain attempt to reason with her, but Emma was too quick. With a frustrated scream and a wave of her arms, she was able to send her uncle Remus flying across the room. "Interesting." Snape muttered from behind her.
The scene changed again. The next scene took place in the woods. Remus Lupin was standing next to her, telling her to close her eyes. When Emma opened her eyes, she saw her father, Sirius Black, standing before her. Instantly filled with joy, Emma ran forward, pulling her father into a tight hug. Sirius spun his daughter around in a circle, laughing with her. "I've missed you, darling." Through her tears of joy, Emma choked, "I.. I've missed you too... dad!" A light started to glow from Emma's hands, lighting up the forest around them so that she could see her father clearly.
"I see." Severus Snape was standing next to a tree, watching the scene. All of the images in Emma's head began to swirl as she was brought back to the real world, short of breath. "My lord, it seems that she can only perform spells in times of heightened emotions such as anger or happiness." Still dazed, Emma turned towards the sound of her professors voice. What was he talking about? Where was she? Looking past him, she saw Voldemort sitting at wooden table with Percy, Bellatrix, and Lucius around him. Only then did Emma remember where she was and what was happening.
Feeling a wave of panic, she returned her gaze to her teacher, Snape. "Interesting. Bellatrix, this sounds like your area of expertise. Why don't you see if you can get a reaction from the girl?" Emma heard a chair squeak as Bellatrix literally jumped at the opportunity. Snape moved hesitantly, giving Emma once last glance before returning to his seat.
"Now, why don't we talk about daddy? Hm? No, better yet. Let's talk about your filthy, mudblood mother." Bellatrix smirked, psychotically, as Emma felt her blood begin to boil.