1995. 9. 6
Emma did not sleep well at all in the Slytherin dorms. In fact, she did not sleep much at all. The girls that shared the dorm room with her were very suspicious, but Draco reassured them that she was a transfer. Was he really trying to help her? Or was he only helping her because this is what the Dark Lord wanted?
The next morning, Emma awoke to find a note from Draco on her nightstand. The note was a hand drawn map of all of the classes he shared with Harry Potter. The x's, according to Draco's notes, indicated where Harry would be and at what times. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she noticed that it was already 9:00 am. According to Draco's note, Harry was currently in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he would be finished at 10:00, which meant she had an hour to explore the castle.
Smiling, Emma hopped out of bed, changed into some Gryffindor robes Snape had filched for her. Harry would need to think that she was in Gryffindor. Otherwise, he would not pay her any heed. Emma wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes, imaging her father and his friends wearing these exact same robes, running around the castle. Oh, if only she and her father could explore Hogwarts together now. He could show her all of the secret passage ways he and the Marauders used. Maybe, he would even show her the Marauder's Map he had made with his friends!
Returning to reality, Emma exited the Slytherin dormitory. She ran up the first staircase she found, onto the first floor with the Entrance Hall and Great Hall. All of the food was gone, leaving bare, wooden tables. What did they look like filled with food? She could only wonder. The hallways were empty for the most part. A student would walk past her every now and then, but no one spoke to her. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Nonetheless, she could not help but smile.
According to Draco's hand-drawn map, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was just down the hall. I wonder if I can listen in on the lecture? Slowly and quietly, Emma walked around the corner, peering into the open door. She heard a man's voice that was quite familiar to her. When she was standing next to the door, she got a perfect view of the classroom and the teacher- it was Mad-Eye Moody. With a short gasp, Emma quickly hid behind the door. If Moody spotted her here, he would surely take her home and get her into trouble. What if his eye saw her already? Would he do anything? Would he say something? He seemed to be very involved with the lecture. Perhaps, he didn't notice? Emma could only hope.
The class ended ten minutes after Emma arrived. She stood next to the door, waiting for Harry to exit the classroom, hoping Moody would not see her. As much as she loved and admired Mad-Eye, she was just as equally afraid of him. He was a very powerful Auror, and she never wanted to get on his bad side. A lot of students mass-exited the classroom at once, making it hard for Emma to distinguish which one was Harry. By the time all of the students had left, Emma had not spotted him. Draco looked over his shoulder, catching Emma's eye, and discretely pointed at a group of three students walking ahead of him. Emma nodded, walking towards them.