The lazy Saturday found Sirius and Emily surrounded by vibrant blooms and a gentle murmur of a nearby fountain, their voices low and well hidden from any peering eyes. Everyone else had ventured to Hogsmeade, while they found a small, secluded opening near a castle wall behind a large bush where they could sit laughing. Crouched in due to his long legs and larger frame, they sat whispering all sorts of things from the pure innocent to dangerous passionate promises, which both wanted to do. Quietly they held hands, their faces wide in smirks or smiles, soaking in the beauty of the sights and smells around them and enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.
"Can you believe we're actually here, hidden away like this?" Sirius whispered, his breath warm against Emily's cheek. His hands were dangerously laying on her knee. "I hope James doesn't find us like this…"
Emily laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's like something out of a forbidden romance novel. Only, we're not forbidden, are we?"
"Not quite. But the thrill of sneaking away like this certainly adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?" Sirius grinned, his hand squeezing hers gently, his nails lightly scratching higher up her thigh. Emily nodded, a playful gleam in her eye.
"Definitely. I never thought I'd find myself crouched in a bush with the infamous Sirius Black."
Sirius feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Infamous? I'll have you know, I have many redeeming qualities."
"Oh, I know, Mr. Black. Your charm and wit are hard to resist," Emily chuckled, leaning in closer to him.
They both took in the scent of roses in the air and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, everything seemed to blend together in a perfect symphony of serenity.
Sirius broke the quiet with a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, any more dangerous, passionate promises you want to make, Emily? I'm all ears."
"Oh, you have no idea, Sirius," Emily leaned forward, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Licking her lips a moment, he caught onto her meaning filled with a gentle warmth and affection. The world around them seemed to fade away as their hearts beat in sync, a spark of passion igniting between them. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and unexplored desires. Reveling in the beauty of the moment, Emily's hand intertwined with Sirius's belt. Peering over the bushes a moment, he paused her hands a moment as someone passed nearby. Shifting a bit and allowing his jeans some freedom, he hurriedly unzipped them. Not realizing her fingers were faster, he let out a low growl as she grasped hold while he kept his eyes trained to their surroundings. Only he couldn't keep his eyes open from the sheer bliss that came from the soft meows from the girl in his lap. She was leant over him perfectly, her bottom perked up, not in view of anything, but enough for him to extend a lengthy grasp and lift her skirt a bit. His thin fingers traced her thigh a moment as Emily looked up from his jeans reflecting the intensity of their shared desire.
Emily's fingers gently traced the outline of Sirius's arousal as he slipped a finger into hers. Unable to contain himself, he watched as her eyes nearly rolled back. Smirking, he could hear those silent gasps as he worked, pulling everything out of her. There was a sticky mess on his right hand, but the softness of her lips against him sent a wave of warmth coursing through his veins. Further fueling their desire Emily's gasps became muffled as she returned to his lap, her tongue dancing. Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths becoming heavier with each passing moment.
Their passion reached new heights as Emily sped up her actions, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him nearly to the point of explosion. His body trembled slightly, but he managed to keep their surroundings in check, his eyes never leaving the enchanting world around them.
Emily was so far down him that like the last times before, neither gasped for air nor stopped breathing. She concentrated on her task while Sirius took his free hand and gathered her long hair together at the back of her head, holding it against the emotions. As their actions deepened, he let out a low groan, his hands tightening around black hair, pushing her even further. The intensity of their lovemaking was tangible, the magic of Hogwarts seeming to infuse their every touch. Their lovemaking reached a fever pitch, their passion reaching a crescendo, as if the very air around them was alive with the energy of their connection.
When they finally pulled away from each other, panting heavily, they looked into each other's eyes, their souls intertwined in a way that only true love can create. Sirius wiped his hand, he looked over as Emily readjusted her skirt into place. With a final, lingering kiss, they straightened themselves out of the bush, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Blushing and whispering quietly as they walked to the Great Hall, they met James and Lily returning from Hogsmeade at the courtyard.
"You didn't have to do that James!" whispered Lily pushing her hair back. "You didn't have to buy all those chocolate frogs!"
"Padfoot would want some, and Emily too – PADFOOT?!"
Sirius looked over, his arm casually wrapped around Emily's shoulders, which suddenly stiffened up. Emily froze her hands which had pulled on Sirius's belt loop to prevent him from walking to a third year. James looked over the two carefully when Lily smiled at Emily.
"Hey Emily! James got these for you both, but never said who until now," she smiled. Her bright eyes showed kindness which was usually reserved for her friends.
"I don't like chocolate frogs," said Emily softly. "Sirius does. I like the licorice."
Lily looked over at James seeing his face turn red. Sirius laughed and took the bag from his friend, pulling Emily with him toward the Great Hall. They continued to laugh and banter as they made their way to the Great Hall, Sirius playfully stealing bites of Emily's food and Emily swatting his hand away with a smile. The loving tension that had colored their encounter in the bushes seemed to have dissipated, replaced instead by an easy comfort and familiarity between the two of them.
As they settled down at the Gryffindor table, Sirius turned to Emily with a grin. Near them James and Lily sat, both clearly keeping their distance from them. Remus sat beside Sirius quietly nibbing on some chicken.
"Well, that was quite the adventure, wasn't it?" he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively as he cut into some steak. Emily rolled her eyes, but there was a fondness in her gaze as she looked at him.
"You're so insufferable, Sirius Black," she teased, but there was a hint of affection in her tone.
Sirius flashed a mischievous grin at Emily, his gray eyes twinkling with amusement.
"But you love every second of it, admit it," he retorted playfully, nudging her with his elbow.
The rest of the meal passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, with Sirius and Emily exchanging stories and jokes as they ate. By the time they finished their meal, the moment in the bushes felt like a distant memory, replaced instead by the easy camaraderie that had always defined their friendship.
As they walked out of the Great Hall together, Sirius looped his arm through Emily's, a contented smile on his face. Emily leaned into him, letting out a contented sigh. In that moment, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they had each other. And that was more than enough.
Through the crowded Hogwarts corridors, their laughter subsided slightly as they caught sight of Daphne and her boyfriend Arlo up ahead near the stairs leading to Ravenclaw tower. The usually bubbly and carefree Daphne looked somber, her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she spoke with Arlo, whose expression mirrored her seriousness. Emily's heart clenched at the sight of her best friend in distress, and she instinctively quickened her pace, a worried frown creasing her forehead. Sirius noticed her sudden change in demeanor and followed her lead, concern etched on his handsome features.
As they walked past Daphne and Arlo, Emily shot a sympathetic glance at her friend, who briefly made eye contact with her before returning her focus to the conversation at hand. Arlo seemed to be speaking earnestly, gesturing with his hands as he tried to convey his thoughts.
Sirius and Emily exchanged a silent look, a shared understanding passing between them. Though they couldn't hear the words being spoken, the gravity of whatever the situation was, was evident in Daphne and Arlo's expressions.
As they continued on their way, Sirius reached out and squeezed Emily's hand in a gesture of support, wordlessly conveying that they were there for Daphne no matter what. Emily squeezed his hand back, gratitude shining in her eyes for his unwavering presence by her side.
"I wonder what that was about?" she asked as they approached Gryffindor tower. "She questioned me about Christmas, but I've not really seen Arlo since returning for term."
Sirius frowned, his brow furrowed in thought as they approached the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.
"That does sound strange," he mused, running a hand through his dark hair. "Maybe something's going on with Arlo that she's trying to figure out?"
Emily nodded, her mind swirling with questions and concerns for her friend. "I hope everything's okay," she said softly, a hint of worry lacing her voice. "Daphne's been acting a bit off lately, and now this with Arlo... it's all just a bit strange."
Sirius reached out and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "We'll have to keep an eye on things and make sure she knows we're here for her," he said, his voice filled with determination.
With a shared nod of agreement, they entered Gryffindor Tower, the warm glow of the common room welcoming them back into the familiar embrace of their house. As they settled in for the evening, their thoughts lingered on Daphne and Arlo, a silent promise hanging in the air that they would be there for their friends no matter what challenges lay ahead.
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They walked in comfortable silence, the soft shuffle of feet on the dusty floor. Emily glanced over at David, the flickering wandlight casting a warm glow on his features, making him look even more handsome and enigmatic. Taking notice of any noises from other students, he wore a softening smile and Emily remained unsure. They reached a grand staircase that led up to a hidden alcove overlooking the Hogwarts grounds. David gestured to Emily to follow him, a playful glint in his eyes. At the top, they gazed out at the starlit sky, the twinkling lights of the castle below adding to the enchantment of the moment. Emily leaned against the stone railing, feeling a sense of peace and freedom wash over her.
"I'm glad we took this little detour," he said softly behind her. "It's moments like these that make me appreciate the magic of Hogwarts."
Emily smiled, her eyes shining with warmth as she turned in place. David walked confidently, his usual charming smile and swagger pouring off him as those blue eyes stared in a zealous manner. His eyes held a sense of longing, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. As he stepped forward, his hand gently brushed her hair back. There was a strange warmth that came off him, it was only so brief that she barely caught it before it disappeared.
"You know I hear the whispers about you," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and admiration. "The hushed tones of others making comments about your beauty and grace."
Emily's heart skipped a beat, emotions swirling in a mix of confusion and intrigue.
"What do they say?" Emily whispered, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. David's eyes burned with intensity as he looked down, his fingertips trailing lightly along her jawline.
"They say you're the most captivating girl in Hogwarts," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "That your beauty is like a spell, enchanting all who lay eyes on you."
Feeling a rush of desire coursing through him, David leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from hers once more.
"And they're right," he breathed, his words filled with aching desire. With that, he captured another searing kiss that ignited a fire, a passion that burned hot and bright in the darkness.
Their private friendship was hard for others to understand, but there was a dangerous, yet exciting aura about him. Their lips danced together in a passionate tango, Emily felt every nerve in her body come alive with desire. The heat of David's touch sent shivers down her spine, and she melted into his embrace, losing herself in the intoxicating moment. The whispers of the night breeze seemed to echo their shared longing, as if the universe itself was rooting for their forbidden love. Their private friendship had blossomed into something much deeper, a connection that defied the boundaries of their respective houses at Hogwarts. Breaking the kiss, their foreheads pressed together, and breathless gazing into each other's eyes. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, their hearts beating as one in perfect synchrony.
"There's something special about us, Emily," David whispered, his voice tender and full of emotion. "You're my little lion."
Emily's heart swelled with affection at his words, her gaze locked with his in a silent exchange of understanding and adoration. The world seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them intertwined in a moment of pure, unbridled passion. With a soft smile playing on her lips, Emily reached up to caress David's cheek, her touch gentle yet filled with an unspoken promise of love and loyalty. Their connection felt timeless, as if they were two souls destined to find each other in the vast tapestry of fate and within the tangled web of their forbidden love.
"You're my snake," she whispered, taking his lips once more.
Pushing off their black robes and clothing, they stood against the wall of the tower exploring each other's bodies with a sense of uninhibited desire. The intensity of their actions was unmistakable, a testament to the depth of their connection. Their breathing grew heavier, a rhythm that mirrored the beating of their hearts, as they succumbed to the unadulterated lust that had been building between them. David's fingers gently traced the curves of Emily's body, while she responded in kind, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Dangerously, his fingers lay over the curve of her pelvic bone.
In that moment, they were not Gryffindor or Slytherin, but two teenagers lost in the throes of young love, allowing their passion to guide them. The forbidden nature of their love only served to fuel the flames of their desire. As the intensity of their hands reached peaks, they surrendered to the moment, lost in the blissful embrace of their unadulterated lust. The world outside faded away, leaving only the echoes of their hearts beating in perfect synchrony, a testament to the power of their love and the strength of their connection.
As they finally pulled away from each other, their breathing heavy and their hearts racing, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of both exhilaration and fear. She had never experienced a connection like this before, and she knew that this forbidden love affair with David could only lead to trouble. But in that moment, all she could think about was how right it felt to be in his arms, to feel his lips on hers. David gazed into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
"I know we shouldn't be doing this, Emily," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I can't help how I feel about you. You're the one person who truly understands me, who sees the real me beneath the mask I wear for the world."
Emily nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I feel the same way," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know this is dangerous, but I can't deny the way you make me feel. I've never felt more alive than I do when I'm with you."
There was a moment of silence as they both processed the weight of their words. Then, David reached out and took her hand in his, his touch comforting and warm.
"We can't let anyone know about this," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Not until we figure out what this means for us, for our futures."
Emily nodded in agreement, a sense of determination filling her. Suddenly one person filled her mind, making her tear up. David looked over seeing this and gently rubbed them away.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly.
"What about my brother, James?" asked Emily looking down. "He hates you. You're a Slytherin..."
David's expression darkened at the mention of James, his jaw tightening visibly. The air grew tight around them a moment as he stepped over to look at the overview. His shoulders tensed up a moment before he turned around to face Emily again.
"I know he does," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of regret. "And I understand why. The rivalry between Potter and I runs deep, and he sees me as the enemy because of it."
Emily nodded, a crease forming between her brows. "But he's my brother, David," she insisted, her eyes pleading with him to understand. "I don't want to cause more tension because of our feelings for each other."
David walked over and cupped her cheek gently, his touch tender and reassuring.
"I don't want that either, Emily," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll do whatever it takes to prove to James that my feelings for you are genuine, that I would never do anything to hurt you. I believe in us, in what we have together. And I know that we can overcome any obstacle, as long as we face it together."
Emily's heart swelled at his words, feeling a rush of gratitude for his willingness to try and mend things with her brother.
"Thank you, David," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "
David's eyes softened at her words, a sense of determination shining in them.
"I'll make things right with Pot– with James. I'll show him that my love for you is real, and that I'm worthy of your trust. I won't let anything come between us," he promised, her eyes locking with his in a silent vow. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep us together, no matter the consequences."
David's lips curved into a small smile pleading his case, as his gaze softened at her.
"I believe you," she said, a sense of relief washing over. "I'll do the same. Together, we can overcome anything."
They stood hand in hand, facing an uncertain future but united in their love and commitment to each other. In that moment, they knew that their forbidden love was worth fighting for, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
"You know…. You're always welcome in Slytherin."
Emily stood there thinking his words over. Clearly David had swayed over his fellow housemates. Emily hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. The idea of leaving Gryffindor, her house where she had forged strong bonds and friendships, for the mysterious allure of Slytherin and David was both tempting and terrifying. She had always felt a sense of belonging in Gryffindor, among friends who had stood by her side through thick and thin. But David's offer of acceptance in Slytherin, where she could be by his side and explore a new side of herself, was enticing in its own way.
She turned to face David, uncertainty etched in her features.
"I appreciate your invitation, David," she began, her voice soft but resolute. "But leaving Gryffindor, my house, where my friends are, it's not a decision I can make lightly."
David nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I know it's a big decision, Emily," he said, with a sense of sincerity in his voice. "I would never ask you to abandon everything you hold dear for me. I want you to be happy, above all else."
Emily felt a surge of warmth at his words, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, David," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I need time to think about this, to weigh my options and consider what's best for me."
David reached out and took her hand in his, his touch grounding and comforting. "Take all the time you need, Emily," he said, a reassuring smile on his lips. "I'll be here for you, no matter what you decide. Our connection transcends houses, and I'll support you in whatever choice you make."
And as Emily stood there, torn between her loyalty to Gryffindor and her growing feelings for David, she knew that the decision ahead of her would be one of the most important of her young life. But as she looked into David's eyes, filled with understanding and unwavering support, she felt a glimmer of hope that no matter what path she chose, their love would endure, stronger than any divide between houses. And with a determined nod, she knew that she would face the future, hand in hand with David, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.
Emily's breath caught in her throat as she felt David's touch on her cheek, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. The warmth of his hand against her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from his mesmerizing blue eyes, darkened with desire.
"I'll never stop loving you," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with unwavering devotion. The words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace, reassuring her of the depth of his feelings for her.
A wave of emotions washed over Emily, her own love for David bubbling up within her chest, overwhelming and consuming. She felt a rush of desire mingling with the love she held for him, creating a powerful connection between them that seemed to transcend time and space.
Their gazes locked, communicating more than words ever could. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them, connected in a bond that felt unbreakable.
With a sense of calm determination in her heart, Emily whispered back, "I'll never stop loving you either, David. No matter what happens, you have my heart, now and forever."
They stood there, locked in each other's embrace, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, a flame that would burn bright and eternal, lighting their way through whatever trials they may face.
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The dimly lit room crackled with electricity as the Gryffindors celebrated the won match against Ravenclaw. Stolen away from the chaos of their friends, the prying eyes of James and the loud pulse beat of the song playing, Sirius was burning with desire as his fingertips brushed along the side of Emily's hip. She melted under his touch, her lips parting in anticipation as she felt his hot breath ghost over her neck. Their hearts beat in sync, the rhythm of the music melding with the beat of their pulses. All the while no one paid much attention to anything other than the Quidditch players singing loudly to whatever loud song was playing.
Without a word, his hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her curves. Emily arched into his touch, a low moan escaping. Moving together in a seductive dance of passion and desire consuming them, their movements were fluid and instinctual, a silent communication that spoke volumes without a single word being uttered. Each touch, each caress, spoke of the longing they had kept hidden for so long. A reminder of their forbidden crucifixion waiting to be unleashed once more. As the song crescendo with a beat drop, they found themselves stealing glances and fleeting touches whenever they could. Their desire for each other burned hotter with each passing moment, the tension between them intense and intoxicating. Ragged gasps of breath as they gazed into each other's eyes, a silent promise passing between them. In that moment, they knew that their stolen moments together would be their secret sanctuary, a place where their desires could run wild and free, away from prying eyes and judgment.
It was intoxicating to be there, Sirius's strong arms circling her in a protective net, but she would have no other way. She saw James standing in another corner, a heated conversation with Lily apparent.
When the opportunity presented itself, Sirius led Emily away from the crowd, his hand intertwined with hers as they slipped outside the common room. The soft flickering of candlelight cast shadows across their faces, creating an intimate cocoon that seemed to exist in a world of its own. With a hunger that matched her own, Sirius pressed Emily against the wall, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss that left her breathless and wanting more. The taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against hers, ignited a fire deep within her, a fire that threatened to consume her whole. Her hands roamed and tangled themself in dark hair, needing him more than air to breathe.
Sirius responded kindly, his hands skimming over her curves with a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. Lost in each other, they moved as one, time seemed to stand still giving in to the primal urges that had been building between them for so long. In that moment, they were two souls intertwined in a dance of desire, their connection unbreakable and undeniable. And as they finally came up for air, their gazes locked in a promise of more to come. Hand in hand, heart beating in sync with the anticipation that filled the corridor around them. The closer Sirius got to lifting her shirt, the more Emily felt her nerves settle, replaced by an excitement that was almost powerful. She knew that stepping into a real relationship with him would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their lives – one filled with love, passion, and perhaps even danger. As the intensity of their kiss deepened, the soft whispers of Emily's name on Sirius's lips echoed through the quiet corridor, barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. The dimly lit corridor seemed to be their own private sanctuary, shielding them from the world outside.
Little did they know their secret moment was about to be interrupted. A shadow fell over them, breaking their intense embrace. Snapping apart, Emily stayed rooted to the wall, her eyes staring at her feet. Sirius stood perplexed, his gaze flickering toward Professor McGonagall standing before them. She stood with a hard glint in her eyes. Her usual stark expression was amplified, and her voice held a steely edge as she addressed her bewildered students. Her eyes bore into each of them with a stern intensity, her disappointment evident in every line of her face.
"Mr. Black, Miss Potter," she said sharply, her tone cutting through the heated atmosphere like a whip. Hearing her name, Emily looked up, feeling the tears well up. Sirius, however, stood firm, his expression rigid.
"I trust I do not need to remind you both that such behavior is prohibited within the walls of Hogwarts," she admonished, her voice filled with a mix of authority and concern. "As students of this esteemed institution, you are expected to uphold the values and principles that we hold dear. As Head of Gryffindor House, I will not tolerate such misconduct among my students."
Sirius and Emily, cheeks ablaze with embarrassment, hung their heads in shame, the weight of the professor's words sinking in as they realized the gravity of their actions. The moment of recklessness that had consumed them now felt irresponsible and foolish under Professor McGonagall's unyielding and piercing gaze.
"I expect better judgment from both of you," Professor McGonagall continued. "Gryffindors are known for their bravery and loyalty, not for reckless and inappropriate behavior. You must conduct yourselves with the utmost respect and decorum. Miss Potter, I selected you as a Prefect for the qualities befitting a model student. This display is not of those qualities."
Looking down she knew she had failed at living up to the expectations of a Prefect.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor," she stated, little remorse in her voice though hidden under it was a point of disappointment. Nodding, Emily accepted it as the tears leaked out staining her shirt. Sirius stepped forward to hold her, but Professor McGonagall held her hand out stopping him.
"As a sixth year Mr. Black, you should know when to exercise restraint and discretion in your personal dealings. Twenty points also from Gryffindor."
There was a moment of heavy silence as her words hung in the air, the weight of her reprimand settling over them like a thick fog. Sirius and Emily exchanged guilty glances, regret coloring their features as they realized the impact of their impulsive actions. Together, they just lost Gryffindor seventy points….
"Consider this a warning," Professor McGonagall concluded, her voice firm but not unkind. "I expect better. Now, return to your dormitories and reflect on the consequences of your actions. Do not let this happen again."
With a final nod, they both turned through the portrait and reentered the Gryffindor common room, shame crossing their faces. James tried to get Sirius's arm but the sharp look explained to leave him alone. Anger bubbled up in them both, as they parted at the stairs.
Emily's heart was pounding as she made her way to the girls' dormitory. She flopped down on her bed, feeling a mixture of regret and embarrassment. She couldn't stop replaying the scene in her mind, the disappointment in Professor McGonagall's eyes burning into her conscience. She knew she had let herself down and had let down her house as well. Tears pricked as the gravity of their mistake. Curling up under her covers, she tried to shut off her mind, but the words played over and over again. Finally after several hours, she kicked off the blankets, and left toward the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Daphne still hadn't returned yet.
Emily was still upset about the whole event earlier with Sirius. Approaching the 6th year's door, she saw it was slightly opened, booming voices coming from it.
"Prongs! I'm telling you the truth!" said Sirius, holding his head. "They have prefect duties! Moony can confirm that too!"
"He left with my sister! WHY!" demanded James throwing something against the wall.
"Clear your mind Prongs!" That sounded like Remus. "Wormtail's been spying on Luke like YOU asked but Stone–"
"Luke is a strong person. He cares deeply for Emily. He loves her!" cried out Peter, his arms pressed against his sides. His eyes darted around the group.
"You lot don't expect me to believe that a Slytherin could ever harbor love for anyone other than themselves? Moony? Padfoot? Wormtail, please tell you Luke wants nothing to do with my sister!"
"Luke wants Emily. And he knows he will get her. It's all the talk among the Slytherins."
Emily stood, her eyes wide as she listened not realizing that she had pushed open the door. The Marauders all stopped, even James stared at her, a ghost white crossing his face. Hurriedly, Emily took five short steps inward, raising her hand and slapping James so hard across the face making his glasses fly. Here, her sadness was suddenly abandoned as she stood against him, her finger pointing at him.
"How dare you say a bloody thing about my friends! Or ANY part of my life Potter! YOU ruin so much of my life! I hate you! I hate you and EVERYTHING YOU ARE POTTER! DAVID WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU! I ABSOLUTELY HATE YOU!"
Sirius quickly moved toward Emily and gently pulled her back, his strong arms wrapping around her to keep her from lunging at James again. Her chest heaved with anger and grief, her tears now replaced by a fiery resolve burning in her eyes. James stood there too shocked to move at the shouts coming from her.
"Emmy, I… I didn't… You don't hate me. Luke is poisoning your mind… Please Emmy, don't say that," begged James, nearly in a sob, as Sirius stepped forward to hold Emily back as she swung out at James again.
"Emily, calm down," Sirius urged, his voice soothing yet firm, though he struggled as the small girl fought him dearly. Her fingers clawed at his wrists to let her go. "Let's talk about this outside, away from here. Moony, Wormtail, take care of him."
Remus and Peter nodded in agreement, understanding the need for a moment of privacy and diffusing the tension in the room. James remained silent, staring at his sister with a mix of shock and remorse in his eyes as he watched her being dragged away by his best friend. Sirius led Emily out of the boys' dormitory and into a deserted common room, the echoes of their argument fading behind closed doors. The cool air brushed against her tear-streaked cheeks, offering a brief respite from the intense emotions that had consumed her. Sirius stood in front of her, his gaze unwavering and full of concern.
"Whatever Prongs said–," Sirius said softly, his voice filled with sincerity and support. But Emily pushed his arms away at the nickname James followed.
"No, Sirius. No he's a liar! He never cared and never will! All he cares about is treating my friends terribly!"
"I'm your friend and he doesn't treat me terribly," confessed Sirius, holding up a hand to stop her from moving. "Please think about this, Pron– James is an idiot. We both know this! WAIT! Where are you going!"
Emily's anger had returned as she sharply turned in place, grabbing a hold of something heavy and throwing it at him. A moment after Sirius ducked, she bolted from the common room and out the door, tears staining her face as she ran far from Gryffindor tower. Her feet carried her all the way until reaching an unknown and empty corridor, where she finally collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Heart wrecking sobs carried throughout as she let out every emotion, pent up anger at Potter from the years.
It was final.
The coffin was closed. Nailed shut.
She knew that Potter would never accept David, or her love for him. Potter would always be a harm in her life, she knew that he would always hate her for it. Harsher screams carried as she howled in mental pain at the reality she now was in.
She grappled with conflicting emotions towards Potter and Sirius, struggling to balance feelings of gratitude and disappointment. She realized the unfairness of harboring resentment towards Sirius despite seeking solace in his friendship. As she reflected on the tumultuous events of the night, including being caught with Sirius and facing James's anger, she felt overwhelmed and abandoned, left to navigate her inner turmoil alone without the comforting reassurance she once found in those relationships.
It was all too much this time, but no one was there to dry her tears and whisper calming words against the storm raging inside her….
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Professor Hawthrone was casually on a quick patrol through the fourth floor when her eyes fell upon a small crumble of clothing in the middle of the corridor. Thinking nothing at first, her quickened pace was stopped abruptly as she eyes Emily laying there, appearing quite asleep.
"Miss Potter?" she whispered lightly, nudging her shoulder. Silence met the Ancient Runes professor and this caused her to frown deeply and worry took over. With a sense of urgency, she carefully sent a patronus to Minerva and Albus. Noting the tear stains on her cheeks and the look of distress on her face. Several minutes later hurried footsteps arrived behind her. The three professors checked her over for any signs of injury or trauma, but they found no physical harm.
"Elenora, what has happened here?" asked Minerva holding up Emily's head feeling her too cool forehead.
"I don't know honestly! I thought Miss Potter was asleep but clearly she's not," she said, rubbing her temple.
"Let's get her to Poppy," offered Albus waving his wand and Emily began to float.
As they walk through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the professor's footsteps echoing in the silence, Emily remains still and unresponsive. Upon reaching the Hospital Wing, Albus gently laid Emily on one of the beds, their concern growing as she showed no signs of waking up. Madam Pomfrey quickly began, her skilled hands assessing Emily's condition and working to bring her back to consciousness. In the quiet and sterile atmosphere, Emily's still form mirrored that of the castle at night. Quiet, unsure of tomorrow.
Madam Pomfrey worked tirelessly to care for her, concern visible in her furrowed brows and quick movements. As time passed and the hours stretched on, Emily remained the same though her breathing was steady but shallow.
"How did you find her?" Madam Pomfrey's voice was hushed, her eyes fixed on Emily's still form as she adjusted the blankets around her.
Professor Hawthorne sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair in a gesture of weariness. "On the fourth floor. She wasn't moving. I know Miss Potter and Mr. Black were caught earlier outside the common room by Minerva, but they were seen returning afterward."
Madam Pomfrey's brow furrowed in concern. "Do you think Mr. Black had something to do with this?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"It's hard to say. But given the state she's in, it's clear that something has deeply affected her. The emotional turmoil she must have been going through...Miss Potter is quite an exceptional student, very bright. I know my coursework is demanding at best but OWLs are their own beast," said Professor Hawthorne as she trailed off, the weight of the situation heavy in the air.
"This is uncommonly normal around this time, though a bit early for OWLs woes," commented Madam Pomfrey. "Miss Potter has never had a visit in all her years at Hogwarts."
Professor Hawthorne nodded as Madam Pomfrey stood vigil by her bedside, hoping and praying for her to wake up.
The room was bathed in a soft, muted light, casting shadows on the walls and creating an atmosphere of hushed anticipation. They exchanged worried glances, their concern evident. Continuing to monitor Emily's condition, the seconds ticked by in agonizing slowness. Each passing moment only serves to magnify the gravity of the situation. The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of movement and the occasional murmured conversation.
As the morning sun rose against cloudy skies, Madam Pomfrey's voice held a firm resolve. "Please let Albus and Minerva know Miss Potter's current condition. It's been seven hours now, and near morning. She will miss classes today."
Professor Hawthorne nodded in acknowledgement of the directive, an air of urgency surrounding her as she turned to inform the others.
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Outside the Hospital Wing, the world of Hogwarts carried on as the sun rose, unaware of the turmoil unfolding within its walls. It started with the Gryffindors at daybreak. The whispers and rumors began to swirl like a tempestuous storm, weaving through everyone through a tangled web of speculation and intrigue that cast a shadow over the usual bustling energy of the school at breakfast. In every corner, in every hallway, students whispered nervously behind their hands, eager to dissect and analyze the details of Emily Potter's emotional outburst and sudden disappearance.
The Gryffindor common room, typically abuzz with lively chatter and laughter, was now filled with tension and unease as students gathered in small groups, speaking in hushed tones and sharing speculative theories about the recent events. Behind their hands, others were pointing a cautious finger aimed at James. Feeling the weight of the situation, he turned to Sirius.
"What's going on, Padfoot?"
Sirius shook his head, a knowing look in his eyes. Many had overheard parts of Emily's outburst last night and the bewildered expression on his face as he left for breakfast, sparking curiosity and unease.
"Prongs, you really messed up. They might not know the whole truth, but you must fix this before it circles the whole school!" The urgency in Sirius' voice only added to James' growing sense of unease.
"I heard he caught Emily with that Slytherin boy," one student whispered, their eyes darting around the room as if afraid of being overheard. "I mean she was screaming at James so loud. It was clearly about Luke…."
"Or maybe she found out about some dark secret James was hiding," another muttered, their brows furrowed in thought.
James and Sirius couldn't escape the stares and words as they entered the Great Hall, their eyes downcast. Sometime later James was handed a letter by Professor McGonagall informing him of Emily's condition in the Hospital Wing. Telling Sirius about it, he silently vowed to visit his sister to apologize for everything. Only it had to wait until evening.
*dot*
As the morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors of Hogwarts, the news of Emily's emotional breakdown had spread far and wide, igniting a frenzy of speculation that gripped the entire student body. David strode into the Great Hall, his black robes billowing behind him as he made his way to the Slytherin table. The room was abuzz with whispers and glances that he initially failed to notice, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. It wasn't until Cosette leaned in closer, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern, that David's attention was finally drawn to the unusual tension in the air.
"Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked, as he scanned the room, trying to make sense of the collective gaze fixed upon him. Cosette's eyes flitted toward the Gryffindor table. She hesitated before responding as he looked onward confused.
"Your little lion stood up for herself and slapped James Potter right across the face. Well… at least… that's what everyone else is saying. I overheard some third years on my way here," she said happily munching on a bit of muffin.
David's expression shifted realization as the pieces fell into place. A mix of concern and admiration washed over him at the thought of Emily's bold actions against Potter.
"Really? Emily did that?" he asked, a tinge of surprise in his voice.
Cosette nodded. "Yeah, it was quite a scene apparently. She didn't back down, that's for sure."
They exchanged puzzled glances as they were interrupted by Daphne rushing up to them in a flustered state. Her usually composed demeanor betrayed a sense of urgency as she breathlessly asked, "Have you seen Emily anywhere?"
David's brows furrowed in concern at Daphne's distress, responding, "No, we haven't seen her. Why? What's going on?"
"She wasn't in bed all last night," Daphne revealed, her voice faltering slightly as worry crept in. "I thought she might have just stayed up late studying or something, but now I can't find her anywhere. It's not like her to just disappear like this. And I mean after all that last night with James, it's just so strange!"
Cosette's eyes widened in realization, mirroring the growing unease shared by her companions. "Did anyone see her after curfew?"
Daphne shook her head, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation.
"None of our friends have seen her since last evening. I've checked the common room, the library, everywhere." Her eyes flickered towards the massive oak doors of the Great Hall, silently pleading for any sign or clue that might lead them to her missing friend. Turning back, she eyed David closely.
"I thought she might have reached out to you, but I guess not."
As the gravity of the situation sank in, David's brows furrowed in thought. The Great Hall around him seemed to blur as he contemplated the implications of Emily's confrontation. In that moment, as the chatter of the students filled the air, he absentmindedly picked at his food, his ears attuned to the snippets of conversation swirling around him. It was all centered on the shocking altercation that had unfolded earlier. Despite his outward composure, a sense of introspection enveloped him, prompting a subtle shift of his own place in the intricate web of Emily's relationships. In that moment, as the Great Hall buzzed with speculation and intrigue, he found himself caught in a whirlwind of contemplation and uncertainty, his world momentarily upended by the unexpected turn of events.
Where was she?
His thoughts were interrupted by others throughout the day as he studied, as he practiced spells, as he ate lunch, and it was spreading like wildfire. A whirlwind of speculation and gossip that seemed to grip the entire school in its tight embrace. In the corridors, students leaned against the stone walls, heads bent together in intense conversation, their voices carrying snippets of information and conjecture as they tried to make sense of the unfolding drama. All seemed to avoid the Marauders.
"I heard she was crying and screaming at Sirius Black last night as well," one Ravenclaw student whispered to their tablemates, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and concern.
"Maybe she found out something that she wasn't supposed to know," another replied, their eyes wide with speculation.
Outside on the grounds, groups of students had gathered in small clusters, their whispers carried away by the wind as they discussed the events of the previous night. The sense of mystery that surrounded Emily's breakdown only seemed to deepen with each passing moment, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty and intrigue that kept the students captivated and on edge. As the day wore on, the buzz of gossip and speculation only seemed to grow louder within the walls of Hogwarts, with every student seemingly caught up in the drama surrounding Emily's emotional outburst. David couldn't escape the curious glances and whispered conversations that followed him wherever he went, the weight of the gossip pressing down on his shoulders as he tried to focus on his classes.
"Do you think it has to do with Evans and Snape?"
"Why them? This is James and Emily Potter!"
"But David Luke and Severus Snape are friends!"
"They are housemates, nothing more!"
He couldn't shake the worry that gnawed at him, fueled by the rumors that swirled around. He couldn't help but wonder about the nature of her argument with James and what had led to her outburst. The knot of concern tightening in his chest as he mulled over the possibilities. When evening finally descended upon Hogwarts, David made his way to the hospital wing, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridors as he approached. Maybe she was there, his mind reasoned.
Pushing open the door, he looked around expectantly, his heart racing with a mix of apprehension and hope. The sterile scent of potions and herbs filled the air as he scanned the room, searching for any sign of Emily. His eyes landed on a figure lying still on one of the beds, a tangle of black hair peeking out from beneath the covers. His heart clenched at the sight, his steps quickening toward the bed.
"Emily?" he called softly, his voice laced with concern as he reached out a hand to gently brush her hair away from her face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze, a mix of relief and exhaustion evident in her expression.
"David," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a scene."
David's heart ached at the sight of her, the vulnerability in her eyes piercing through his facade of indifference. He pushed aside his own fears and uncertainties, focusing instead on the person before him who needed his support.
"It's okay, Emily," he reassured her, his voice soft and comforting. "You don't have to apologize."
She offered him a weak smile, her hand reaching out to grasp his in a silent gesture of gratitude. In that moment, the weight of the gossip and speculation that had swirled around them seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of solidarity and understanding. Sitting down on her bed, he looked her over with concern, noting the exhaustion etched into her features and the lingering traces of tears on her cheeks. A wave of tenderness washed over him as he gently brushed a stray tear away, his touch feather-light against her skin.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. Emily nodded, her gaze filled with vulnerability and gratitude.
"I'm just tired," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a lot to handle."
David nodded in understanding, his heart aching for the turmoil she had been through. Without hesitation, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, offering her a comforting embrace that conveyed more than words ever could. She began to shake a bit at his touch but it faded as he fully wrapped himself around her, silently telling her everything would be okay.
"You don't have to go through this alone," he said earnestly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here for you. Even in the dungeons, come get me. My housemates already know to get me if it concerns you."
"Why do that for me?" she asked quietly, pulling back a bit to observe him.
David gazed into her eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips as he spoke, his tone gentle and reassuring.
"Because you're mine. I care about you, and I want to help you through whatever challenges come your way," he explained, his words carrying a depth of sincerity that resonated in the quiet room.
Emily's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, touched by his unwavering support and kindness. She leaned into his embrace, allowing herself to find solace in the warmth of his presence.
"You've helped me more than you know, David. I don't know what I would do without you," she confessed, her voice filled with gratitude and emotion.
David tightened his embrace, offering her the comfort and reassurance she sought. Check and….
In that moment, as they sat together in the hush of the hospital wing, a newfound connection blossomed between them, built on a foundation of trust and understanding. Aware of Emily's vulnerability and exhaustion, he made the decision to stay by her side. He shifted slightly to adjust his position, ensuring that he was close enough to offer comfort but not so close as to intrude. She didn't seem to want to let him go either. With a soft touch, he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, his gaze soft and tender as he watched her gradually relax under his comforting presence. Emily's breathing began to deepen and slow, her eyelids fluttering as the tendrils of sleep beckoned her. His steadfast presence was a silent reassurance as he kept a watchful eye on her. The silence of the room enveloped them in a cocoon of tranquility, broken only by the soft rustle of bed sheets and the whisper of their breathing.
As Emily's body finally succumbed to the embrace of slumber, David felt a sense of peace settle over him. He continued to sit by her side, his hand resting lightly on her arm as he kept a silent vigil over her, a gesture of persistent devotion and care. In the quiet of the night, his heart was heavy with guilt and concern. He couldn't shake the image of her screaming at her brother, the imagined pain and anger in her voice cutting through him like a knife. He knew he had to talk to her, to apologize for whatever role he may have unwittingly played in her distress, but now she needed to rest. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his arm out from under her head and stood over the bed, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Emmy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause you any pain. I hope you can forgive me."
Silence greeted his words. His heart aching with regret for the turmoil that had engulfed them both. Emily's eyelids fluttered, her lashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks but she remained well asleep in her still state.
As he stood there, lost in his thoughts and regrets, a faint noise pierced the quietness of the room catching his attention. A shadow at the entrance caught his attention and there Potter stood, a mix of guilt and worry etched on his features. His hand hovering over the door as though unsure of whether to enter. The tension in the air was unmistakable as their eyes met, unspoken words passing between them.
"I promised to protect her," Potter said, the weight of his words heavy with remorse. David began to walk toward him, his stride purposeful and strong, a seething fury boiling within. His eyes flashed contempt as he faced the Gryffindor with a cold, cutting glare. The tension crackled in the air as he unleashed his pent-up emotions, his voice dripping with venom and malice.
"You've inflicted the worst kind of pain on her. You're a disgrace, Potter, and I won't let you get away with what you've done to her," David spat out the words with venomous malice, his Slytherin pride evident in every syllable as he stared down James with undisguised loathing. "I knew I hated you but now I have even more reason to do so."
David's words were like daggers, each syllable piercing the very core with ruthless precision. Potter lowered his head, avoiding the Slytherin's eye contact. The nearby candle flickers a glow against the rounded glasses Potter wore. As the words echoed through the room, the tension between them crackled with clear animosity. David's eyes bore into Potter with unbridled malice, his features twisted with contempt and disdain for the Gryffindor before him.
Potter swallowed hard, his throat dry with shame, and finally muttered, "I...I'm sorry." His voice barely above a whisper, a moment of vulnerability betraying the mask he usually wore so confidently. His eyes shifted to observe the one person they both loved and knew well, but for David it meant seeing the broken man and this made him smirk.
"You think you can just waltz in after all the pain and suffering you've caused? You have the audacity to call her family, but you have proven time and time again that you are nothing but a cowardly, despicable excuse for a person," David's voice dripped with venom, each syllable laced with seething hatred as he unleashed the full force of his disdain. The candlelight flickered ominously, casting dancing shadows across the room as the words cut through like a blade. Unable to meet David's unrelenting gaze, Potter flinched as the weight of his actions bore down like a crushing weight.
"You are a disgrace, Potter," he spat out. "A pitiful excuse for a man who hides behind false promises and empty words. You have hurt her in ways you can never comprehend, and I will not stand idly by and watch you continue to cause her pain!"
David's voice seethed with ferocity, his words slashing through the air with brutal precision. The air around them crackled with tension, the room suffused with the palpable angst and depth of his loathing that hung heavy between them. His hatred burned like a wildfire, fueled by a fierce desire to protect Emily from any further harm at the hands of her callous brother. The confrontation has reached its boiling point. The Slytherin stood tall and unyielding, a force to be reckoned with in his determination to ensure that Potter would never again inflict his vile influence upon the one he loved.
"You've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed," David's voice seethed with anger as he turned to leave, his words hanging heavy in the air between them.
James's expression twisted with regret, realizing the depth of his mistake. "Luke, please, my sister doesn't need you! She didn't mean what she said! She didn't mean… for things to go this far… Emmy needs me," he pleaded, but David's resolve remained irrefutable.
"I hope your conscience haunts you for the rest of your days."
Without a backward glance, he walked away, each step deliberate and purposeful, leaving Potter to stew in his own cowardice and regret. The sound of his departing footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, a stark reminder of the rift that now existed between them, the tone resolute and left no room for argument. He wished Potter was dead. In his mind, Potter already was.