Hey guys, not much to say today...Oh, I said I was going to tell you about the conversation me and my friend had :P Well, basically me and my friend love Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock) and I love Tom Hiddleston (Bill, in Suburban Shootout), and we randomly decided to pretend that we knew them and were all having a conversation on fb...granted I doubt it sounds funny if you're reading this, but I couldn't stop laughing :)
A quick hello to Ali, thank you for the review, and I will explain my reasons for it all now. I decided that Draco probably overheard a conversation between his mother and father about Remus' condition when he was younger but didn't fully understand it, 'going loopy in the moonlight' was probably a phrase that Lucius made up and he decided to use it. So Draco hasn't got a clue what he's talking about :)
Also, the reason that Emily doesn't call Remus dad will become apparent in the third instalment of the series, which I am still working on, but it does have something to do with Remus' condition. A lot of Remus and Emily's pasts will come out in that book, but I wanted to have a little bit of it spread out for mystery, I think that's why I did it anyway. I hope this helped even a tiny bit :)
I'm really sorry this has taken so long to get on here, my laptop is dying :( In the space of a week three of the buttons have stopped working, and the power lead broke so at the minute I've got wires wrapped around the screen and I'm using a different keyboard...it's just been one of those weeks :P
Once again, I don't own anything...well, maybe Emily, but I swear that's it.
The next morning Emily woke to the sound of laughter. Sitting up in her bed she saw Lavender and Parvati laughing at something outside the window. Trying to wake up some more, Emily saw that it was an owl. It was a tawny owl, and it was very familiar to Emily. She jumped out of bed and opened the window to let him in.
"Hello, Baltimore." She said as the owl gently held her shoulder. Baltimore was a very speckled tawny owl that had been a birthday present to Remus, from his daughter, two years ago.
"He's yours?" Lavender asked. Emily nodded and stroked his head.
"Yeah, he must have missed me. Get off Baltimore, you're hurting." The obedient owl hopped from her shoulder and onto her bedside table, picking at the letter Emily had written the night before. "You want to leave already? But you only just got here, you silly owl." She joked. "I'll let you take the letter if you go and get some food." He just looked at her with his big dark eyes. "I'll take that as a yes then." Emily found an envelope for the letter and tied it to the owl's leg before he flew out of the open window.
"He's so cute." Parvati said as she got changed into her school robes. Emily smiled and followed suit with changing into her robes.
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Over the next few days Emily found herself becoming better friends with Harry and Hermione. They had every class together and Hermione would usually sit next to Emily or Neville. On the rare occasion that Harry wasn't with the Weasley boy it gave Emily a chance to talk to him. On Friday Ron had gone with Neville to the first of two lessons with Slytherin's, potions, leaving Harry and Emily to talk. As they ate breakfast Harry's owl, Hedwig, came and dropped a note from Hagrid in front of them. Hagrid invited Harry over for tea and cakes after potions which the boy had promptly replied 'yes, please, I'll see you at three'. As Hedwig flew off with the letter Emily noticed the time.
"C'mon Harry, we're going to be late for potions! Snape's evil and he'll take points away from Gryffindor if we're late." Harry ran after his new friend and they were soon out of breath. They slowed to a walk and Harry kept checking his timetable to see what room in the dungeon's their class was in.
"It's just up ahead, on the left." Harry whispered. Emily nodded and gulped. The two eleven year-olds slowly pushed open the dungeon door and stepped into the classroom. Before the door even had time to shut Snape had called on them.
"Ah, Lupin and Potter. What a surprise." He said sarcastically.
"What's that supposed to mean, sir?" Emily said, already struggling to contain her anger already, she didn't like it when people were rude to her, she got it enough at her old school when they would laugh about how Remus couldn't pick her up from school some days. Everybody in the room stopped writing to look at what Snape would do.
"I suggest you both sit down before I dock points from Gryffindor." Harry did as he was told and sat down beside Ron who was staring at Emily, standing in defiance.
"I want you to explain what you meant, Professor. Your tone of voice wasn't very nice." The Gryffindor student said with a hint of venom in her voice. Snape and Emily were now staring each other out, and the latter's eyes were glowing dangerously red.
"Your father was an insolent student as well, Miss Lupin. As were they all. Now sit down, silly girl." Snape turned his back on the class and started writing on the blackboard. Emily frowned but sat down all the same.
Hermione tried to help her with the subject as much as she could and by the end of the lesson Emily was really enjoying her potions class, it would have been her best subject if it hadn't been for Snape.
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At five to three Harry, Ron and Emily left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door. When Harry knocked they heard a frantic scrabbling from inside and several booming barks. Then Hagrid's voice rang out, saying, "Back, Fang-back."
Hagrid's big and hairy face appeared in the crack as he pulled the door open.
"Hang on," he said. "Back, Fang." He let them in, struggling to keep a hold on the collar of an enormous black boarhound.
There was only one room inside. Hams and pheasants were hanging from the ceiling, a copper kettle was boiling on the open fire and in one corner stood a massive bed with a patchwork quilt over it.
"Make yerselves at home," said Hagrid, letting go of Fang, who bounded straight at Ron and started licking his ears. Like Hagrid, Fang was clearly not as fierce as he looked.
"This is Ron," Harry told Hagrid, who was pouring boiling water into a large teapot and putting rock cakes on to a plate.
"Another Weasley, eh?" Said Hagrid, glancing at Ron's freckles. "I Spent half me life chasin' yer twin brothers away from the Forest." Emily laughed, Fred and George had told her about trying to sneak into the Forest in their first year. Hagrid turned to the girl and smiled.
"This is Emily." Harry supplied, and the huge man nodded.
"I know who you are. I spent a good deal o' time with yer father, couple o' years ago now. But I was workin' here when he were at school." He frowned for a few moments. "Didn' think he'd be having no kids though." Emily blushed but was confused as to why people kept saying that, first the hat and now Hagrid. The conversation took a turn and they were soon talking about their lessons and Emily tried to eat a rock cake. She vowed to never have one again as one bite nearly shattered her teeth.
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The next week Harry, Ron and Emily were all having a great time, enjoying their lessons, and generally just having fun. That was until they heard that they'd be learning to fly with the Slytherin's. Every first year in Gryffindor was miserable in the knowledge that they'd have to try and fly in front of Draco Malfoy and his cronies.
"Typical," Harry muttered darkly, "just what I always wanted. To make a fool out of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy." He'd told Emily that he'd been really looking forward to learning to fly.
"You don't know you'll make a fool out of yourself," Ron reasoned with his friend, "anyway, I know Malfoy's always going on about how good he is at Quidditch, but I bet that's all talk." Emily nodded in agreement.
"I've seen Malfoy, and…not that good." They all laughed at her face which was contorted in disgust. Emily herself had spent as much time as possible flying around at the Weasley's, on Charlie's old broom, or on the twins. She and Ron often swapped whose turn it was and if Fred and George were home they'd play two on two. Remus couldn't afford a broomstick so Emily had never had the chance to own one herself.
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On Thursday morning Neville had received a package from his grandmother, and people were snickering when they realized what it was. Emily had never seen something like it before and was just as blank as Harry.
"It's a Remembrall!" Neville explained. "Gran knows I forget things-this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red-oh…" His face fell as the Remembrall turned a deep scarlet colour. "…you've forgotten something…" Neville was trying to remember what he'd forgotten, and Emily was trying to help him remember by suggesting random things, when Malfoy, who had been passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of the plump boy's hand. Emily jumped up, as did Harry and Ron, and got up in Malfoy's face.
"Give it back Malfoy." She said.
"Make me." He replied but realized as soon as he said it that it was a dangerous move. Emily smirked and brought her fist around to hit the blonde boy in the side of the face. He let go of glass ball and the girl caught it before it hit the floor. Everyone in the Great Hall had turned to watch the scene play out, and unfortunately for Emily Professor McGonagall also saw.
"Lupin!" Emily winced and turned to her head of house. "Whatever do you think you're doing?"
"He stole Neville's package from his Gran. I was just getting it back." The Scottish Professor's nostrils flared.
"That is no excuse. Ten points will be taken from Gryffindor and you'll come to my office this evening for a detention." Emily scowled but held her tongue, just managing to nod. "Good, now, hadn't you all better be getting to class?" She walked out of the Great Hall and was soon out of site.
"Well, that was interesting." Fred and George said from their seat next to Lee Jordan. Just as the Gryffindors were about to leave Emily heard a familiar screech. It was Baltimore, her father's owl, and he was carrying a letter. He dropped it onto the table and nibbled at some toast before flying off again. Knowing that there was no time to read it now Emily stuffed the letter into her robes and followed her friends to their first lesson.
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At three-thirty that afternoon Harry, Ron, Emily and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps into the grounds for their first flying lesson. Emily noted that it was a clear, breezy day and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns towards a smooth lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the Forbidden Forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Fred and George had told Emily that some of the old school brooms vibrated if you flew to high, or always flew slightly to the left.
The flying teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, grey hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" She barked at them. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up." Emily looked at her broomstick and sighed, it looked shabby but well used. Harry's wasn't much better.
"Stick your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch from the front, "and say, 'Up!'"
"UP!" Everybody shouted. Emily saw that Harry's broom jumped straight into his hand, and after a second shout of 'up', Emily's did as well. Looking to her right the girl saw Hermione's broom simple roll on the grass, and Neville's didn't even move. After everybody had finally picked up their broom Madam Hooch showed them how to mount a broom without sliding off the end. She then walked down the rows checking everybody's grip and Emily, Ron and Harry were all delighted to find that Malfoy had been doing it wrong for years.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle-three-two-" Emily saw Neville push off hard before the whistle touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" Before anybody could stop her, Emily had also pushed off from the ground and was flying after Neville. She was getting closer and she could tell he was about to slip, and he was at least 20 feet from the ground. Just as he slipped sideways from the broom Emily grabbed his hand and stopped him falling. Neville was now hanging in mid-air and Emily was struggling to hold his weight. She steered the broom towards the ground and they were only 10 feet from the ground when Emily lost her grip on the old school broom and both she and Neville fell to the ground. When Emily impacted with the ground she felt as if she'd been kicked in the chest. She couldn't breathe and her vision swam. Once she could breathe normally again she stood up and looked around for everybody. Neville was a few feet away from her; Madam Hooch was bending over him and mumbling about a broken wrist. She glanced at the daughter of a werewolf and upon seeing that she was standing dismissed the idea of taking her to the hospital wing. Neville was still going though and as he passed, he quietly said thanks before being hurried away.
"Did you see his face the great lump?" Malfoy laughed as soon as Neville and Madam Hooch were out of sight. The other Slytherins laughed as well.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Said Pansy Parkinson. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, Parvati."
"Look!" Malfoy shouted, darting forward and snatching something from the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as it was held up.
"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry said quietly. Everybody stopped talking to watch. Malfoy smiled nastily.
"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect-how about-up a tree?"
"Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt on to his broomstick and taken off. Emily snarled as he flew, he was such a big show-off, and a huge bully.
"Come and get it Potter!" Malfoy shouted back to the ground. Harry grabbed his broom, ready to take Malfoy down when Hermione stopped him.
"No!" She shouted, making Emily wince. "Madam Hooch told us not to move-you'll get us all into trouble." Harry ignored her and flew off into the air. He was very good for a beginner, Emily noted, as he tried to catch Malfoy. Malfoy suddenly threw the little glass ball towards the school and Harry raced after it. He was so close to the wall it was scary to watch. But Harry managed to grasp the ball and was coming back to earth when Emily heard an almighty shout.
"HARRY POTTER!" They joy that had just accumulated disappeared at once and Harry was led away by the Scottish Professor. They walked briskly away from the main group and Malfoy sniggered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an envelope. Emily's eyes went wide and she patted her pocket. It was empty. Her letter was in the hands of Malfoy, who was trying to open it.
"Give it here Malfoy!" She shouted at him. He sniggered and ripped the letter open.
"Let's see what dear old dad has to say," He said and he started reading aloud.
"'My dearest Emily,' how sweet. 'My dearest Emily, thank you for your letter, it was a welcoming sight when I woke.
'I am ill with the flu at present and this is not helping my injuries recover. I am sorry it has taken a long time to write to you, but it was a particularly terrible tran-'" Malfoy didn't finish reading the letter as Emily shouted a spell at him.
"Flipendo!" She flicked her wand and an orange light rushed to Malfoy and he was knocked off his feet. Emily snatched her letter away and walked over to Ron and Hermione, both looked scared that Emily was capable of knowing such spells, and also of the little information that the letter supplied, though neither understood what was going to be said.
Any mistakes, or questions, let me know and I will try to amend them or something :) Oh, and review people, tell me what you think of it...but no flames, flames burn and I've got sensitive skin folks :) only kidding, but seriously, I don't like unhelpful criticism, TTFN