Time for the new post!

“Alright, well I told Remus I’d meet him after breakfast, so I’d better go. I’ll catch up with you later I guess,” said Emily. She waved slightly as she got up from the table.

Emily made her way down to Remus’ classroom, where they would be practicing. She knocked gently on the door and entered.

“Hey, Rems, you ready?” she asked him.

“Yep, have you been thinking of what happy thought you were going to use?” he asked her.

“Yes, I think I’ve thought of one,” she replied. She had been thinking of what happy thought she would use ever since he had agreed to teach her the night before. She thought of how happy she was when she was an animagus, how happy she was when she was with her friends, how happy she had been with Draco, and how happy she was when she flew on a broom. Then, she thought of the first night she read her father’s journal. She thought about when she first read his entry from March 4, 1979. She thought about how much he truly loved her. It was one of the happiest memories she’s ever had.

“Are you ready?” Emily nodded. “Do you remember the spell?”

She nodded again and whispered, “Expecto Patronum.”

“That’s right. Now, think of your happy memory,” he whispered. “Let it fill you up and take over your every emotion.”

Emily nodded and closed her eyes. She felt purely blissful, like nothing could touch her. She thought about how she smiled when she read his enthusiasm. She thought about how she laughed at his pranks. She thought about how she cried when she read how in love he was with her mother. And she thought about how she did all three of those actions when she read about the day she was born.

“Wait. Maybe you’re not ready for this yet, Ems. I think we should try something else first. I think we should overcome your boggart phobia,” Remus said. Breaking out of her reverie, Emily looked at him like a deer in headlights.

“I thought you were teaching me the patronus charm?” she asked cautiously.

“I am, but you still won’t go near a boggart ever since the last time. Not even in class. Honestly, Ems, if you can’t get rid of a boggart, I don’t think you’ll be able to do the patronus charm.”

“Ugh! Fine, I’ll do it, but then can we get back to Dementors?” Remus nodded. “What was the point of getting me all prepped to fight a Dementor, when you were just going to through boggarts at me?” she asked.

“I thought you liked surprises,” he chuckled. Emily glared daggers at him and he stopped laughing. “Alright, are you ready?” She nodded so he proceeded.

Remus opened the trunk that held the boggart from their first lesson with his wand out just incase he needed to take over. Emily’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the latch being undone. Her wand was pointed outward toward the unknown. The last time she had tried facing a boggart was last year over one of her holidays. Remus and her always had their mini lessons. Last time, the boggart turned into complete darkness. It engulfed her and she was defeated. Their lessons stopped immediately. Remus had assumed that she was just afraid of the dark, but it was really the unknown. She was scared of not knowing what might come next or what really was. She wasn’t sure if that’s what it would be this time.

Ever so slowly a body ascended from the trunk. Emily wasn’t sure of what to expect. It was definitely male that was for sure. The man looked familiar to Emily. He had filthy, tangled hair that hung down to his shoulders. He had deep circles under his eyes and his skin was stretched ever so tightly around the bones of his face. His yellow teeth were visible through his mad, barking laugh. It was the man from the posters; it was Sirius Black. But it wasn’t the Sirius Black she knew was innocent; it was the Sirius Black everyone knew as a murderer, the one everyone made into a murderer. It was her nightmare. Emily’s wand dropped from her fingertips as she stared at her father. They were in the same room for the first time Emily could ever remember. He started advancing on her, but Remus ran in front of her. There was a loud pop before the boggart Sirius turned into the full moon.

“Riddikulus!” Remus shouted. The boggart turned into a balloon and Remus sent it back into the trunk. He stared at the trunk a moment longer before turning around. Her eyes were large and she was still staring at the spot where her father had disappeared. Her wand was still lying where she had dropped it, and she was shaking slightly. Remus, open-mouthed, stared at her, not sure of what to say.

“Emily, what...why was...?” Remus couldn’t get any words out that made sense. Emily, remembering he was there, looked up at him while a tear escaped from her eye. She wasn’t able to respond. She slowly bent down and picked up her wand.

“Sorry,” Emily whispered. She turned on her heel and ran to her dormitory.

She was thankful that nobody was in the common room so she wouldn’t have to answer any unwelcome questions. She sat on the edge of her bed, her forehead in her hands, staring at the ground. It was way too quiet for her. And still. Letting out a huge gust of air, Emily got off her bed and went to her closet. She pushed aside her clothes and found her broom. It was a Nimbus 2001, a Christmas present from last year. Taking hold of it, she set off downstairs.

*Alrighty, tell me watchya think

I think it's great! Remus did the right thing in having Emily learn to overcome her fear of boggarts, before she started in on Dementers, but I can see her being upset with disappointment. Now the only thing that I wonder about is she still going to be able to bring up the happy thought of her and her dad when he wrote those endearing memories of his? Poor Emily.

Yeah, this was a great post Emily. I'll be watching for more.

Great post PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!

Thank you! You shall have to wait and see what memories she will use...

Thank you!

More soon

I decided that the last post was the end of chapter two. Alrighty, here is a wee little bit...

Chapter three: Confessions
The wind felt nice against her skin. It left chill bumps on her arms. She sighed as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. She felt the sunlight caress her skin, warming her up. Lying back on the broom, Emily rested her head on its bristles. Emily floated in midair above the Quidditch pitch. She was hoping nobody would look up and see her. She wasn’t really sure if she wanted visitors. She listened to the faint laughing from the ground; it was so carefree and light. She wished she could be that carefree. She wished she could laugh everything off, but that just wasn’t in the cards right now.

Emily felt her heart beat against her chest and thought about how badly her lesson had went. It still confused her that her greatest fear was her father when she knew that all she wants to do is meet him. She heard quickened wind coming her way and knew that she was no longer alone.

“I thought you had plans with Remus,” said George.

“Unless, of course, you made them up so you wouldn’t have to hang out with us,” stated Fred.

Emily slowly sat up on her broom and opened her eyes. “He was going to give me a private lesson, but it didn’t go so well,” she said quietly.

“What kind of lesson?” asked Fred.

“Why didn’t it go so well?” asked George.

“He was going to teach me how to fight Dementors,” she answered Fred.

“Why didn’t it go so well?” repeated George.

“It didn’t go so well because he ended up making me fight a boggart first,” replied Emily.

“Why would that make it go bad? Wasn’t the boggart a piece of cake?” asked Fred confusedly.

“Was it the darkness again?” George asked quietly.

Emily was surprised that George hadn’t told Fred what she had confided in him. He usually told his twin everything; she knew he already told him about the journal.

Shaking her head, Emily replied, “No, it wasn’t the darkness.”

“What darkness?” asked Fred looking from one to the other.

Emily glanced at Fred. “I had tried fighting a boggart last year, but my greatest fear was the unknown and it kinda engulfed me. I haven’t been able to face one since.” Fred just nodded, showing he understood.

“If it wasn’t the darkness—” George started.

“It was Sirius,” Emily whispered. “But it wasn’t my Sirius,” Emily tried explaining.

“What do you mean?” asked George.

“It was the Sirius from the posters. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just that those posters have haunted me for a long time and it just doesn’t seem like him. I guess I’m scared that he will end up being like the guy from the posters. Every time I see the posters, I doubt his innocence.”

“Emily, that’s understandable. You’ve never met him before; you aren’t sure if he really will be the man from the posters or not. Don’t worry about it and go with your gut, your heart,” said George.

“I’m not sure if I can. I need to do something. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I was wondering if y’all would do it with me?” Emily asked.

“Whatever it is, we’re in,” said Fred.

“I need to find him,” stated Emily. “I don’t think he’s left the grounds from the night he attacked the Fat Lady. I think I know where he might be,” she explained.

“Where do you think he is? The Forbidden Forest?” asked George. Emily shook her head.

“I think he’s in the Shrieking Shack,” Emily said.

“That’s hardly on school grounds, Ems; it’s in Hogsmeade,” said Fred.

“Well, actually, there’s a way to get there from the grounds. Remus told me about it when I was a kid. They used to always go in there,” Emily said.

“Oh, yeah? Exactly how do we get to it from—” Fred started, but stopped immediately remembering the map.

“The Whomping Willow?” asked the twins together.

“The Whomping Willow,” stated Emily.

“How come you never told us about it?” George asked.

“It just never came up,” said Emily shrugging her shoulders. “So, what do you say?” asked Emily.

“I’m in,” said Fred.

“Me too,” said George. “When do you think we should go?” he asked.

“I was thinking during lunch, when everyone’s in the Great Hall,” said Emily. Fred and George just nodded.

“So, until lunch, what would you like to do?” asked Fred. “I think Lee is a little bored down there without us,” laughed Fred. Emily and George looked down at Lee’s figure. He was staring up at them. They all started laughing while tilting their brooms downward. They all landed with a silent thud upon the ground.

“It’s about time,” said Lee. Emily, George, and Fred started laughing again while Lee gave them a quizzical look.

Turning around, they all made their way to the lake. Emily and George flapped down by their tree while Fred and Lee started playing exploding snaps.

*The next post is...well... kinda one of my favorites so far... You shall see why soon Tell me watchya think

Gee Emily, I wonder why your posts don't show up as new? Anyway, I loved this post! Everything about it was great! Let me look through and see if I can pick a favorite thing. I can't, and I got all caught up in the story again instead of skimming through it. I did love the part where the twins fly up and have the question and answer session with Emily. I can't wait to read your next post. I hope you can post soon. And I'm going to start opening your story up to check it.

I'm not really sure why they do that sometimes... Thank you! I love the twins; so, anything to do with them, I'll probably love it! I'll post more tomorrow.

Here's the post I promised I hope you like it as much as I do.

Emily glanced across the lake and froze. George noticed that her attention was astray and stopped talking. Draco and Pansy were on the other side of the lake making out. George glanced at Emily’s face and could tell she was upset.

“He’s just trying to make you jealous,” George said quietly.

“I know,” replied Emily as she quickly looked away.

George watched her features, making up his mind. He stood quickly and held out his hand to her. She was taken aback.

“Dance with me,” George smirked, winking at her.

Emily stared at his hand and then nervously at her surroundings. Fred and Lee were grinning at them. She glanced back at George’s mischievous expression, understanding completely, or so she’d thought.

“I’d love to,” Emily grinned. “You do realize there’s no music, right?”

“We’ll make our own,” George declared, taking her hand in his right while putting his left around her waist.

Emily smiled as George started humming to the song L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. She was surprised he knew a muggle song, but pleased all the same; it was one of her favorites. They danced for a while until George stopped humming.

“Why do you let him phase you, Ems?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t,” Emily responded quickly. She pulled back to look at him. His smile had disappeared, and his features were hard. “Okay, maybe I do a little,” Emily back tracked.

George nodded, refusing to meet her eyes.

“I cared about him a lot, George. I guess it’s upsetting because I know he doesn’t even like her. It’s all just a show,” she explained.

“Who cares?” George exclaimed. “Y’all are over. It shouldn’t matter what he does with his life!”

“I know,” Emily replied sheepishly. “What would you like me to do?” Emily asked.

“I would like you to stop looking at your past and realize what’s in your present!” George replied harshly.

“Wh...what?” she replied.

“Me,” he whispered, looking off into the distance. “I am so much better for you, Emily. I can hold your hand out in public, I can kiss you under our tree, and I can hug you in front of the entire world. I could scream off of rooftops with you and run wild through the fields. I could be with you exclusively and love you forever and always.”

“I...I...George,” Emily whispered back.

George finally looked down at her, meeting her eyes. He started inclining his head toward her, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered before his lips brushed against hers. Emily felt lightheaded, her knees weakening. Her body felt limp, her lips numb, and her mouth tingling. Her head was spinning when he finally took his lips off of hers. Her eyes slowly opened to find him staring at her, his eyes glossy. “I love you, Ems,” he repeated dreamily.

“George, stop. We can’t do this,” Emily replied.

“Why not?” he asked back.

“You’re my best friend, George. I need you more than ever right now. What if we didn’t work out? What if someone or something came between us and we broke up? What if I lost you?” Emily was close to tears. Hesitating, she continued, “I can’t lose you, Georgie.”

“Emily, you will never lose me,” he promised.

“But, how can you guarantee that?”

“Because it’s you and I,” he replied simply.

“I’m sorry, George.” Emily pulled away from him. “I can’t take that chance,” Emily whispered. Backing away from him, she let go of his hands. Letting a tear escape, Emily scrambled up the hill back toward the castle.

She didn’t care that everyone had seen. She didn’t care that Draco was furious. She didn’t care about any of that. The only thing she cared about was the hurt look on George’s face and the heart she knew she had shattered. She only cared about the feelings that she was feeling right now, the ones she forbid herself to feel. She kept running, grabbing at her side where a stitch was throbbing painfully. She turned left, heading for the nearby bushes. No one else was around, and that was exactly what she needed. She needed to be alone with herself. She needed to think about the now empty gap in her heart.

Emily plopped down on the dry grass, bringing her knees up to her chest. She let her hand hold her abdomen, trying to keep the pieces together. She faintly heard the lunch bell ring, but didn’t flinch. She stayed under the shade as the others made their way to the Great Hall. She was sure that at any moment she would see two red heads, but they never came. She needed something to keep her mind away from one of those two red heads, but that was nearly impossible. She could think of only one escape. She looked off into the distance at the ancient looking tree. She saw a bird try to perch itself on one of the branches. The tree came to life and the bird was, well, no more. Emily looked around to make sure no one was still out here. The landscape was completely empty. Making up her mind, Emily stood up, wiped away her tears and headed off to the death trap.

*Let me know whatchya think
P.S. Question... Would you guys prefer it if I messaged you when there's a new post??

Oh My God Emily that chapter was soo cute and sad :O OH i hope her and george get together ! :O I hope she doesnt get hurt by the tree :O
PAMS PAMS PAMS ASAP!!!!!

THank you! It was sad, but just wait No, really, I was playing the scene in my head and the entire time I was screaming at her to turn around and go back to him... But I couldn't let her. It's not time yet
I will post more soon

Emily, this was a very sweet and emotional post. I could feel every word you wrote. You've done a great job. Ah, but young love. When it jumps out like that it's such a surprise, as in Emily's case. But, had she seen all the signs George was giving to her, she wouldn't have been so surprised, and been able to face her situation better, and she could have handled her own feelings appropriately, instead of running from them as she has done now. I'm wondering how she thinks that her rejection of George will make him treat her just as a best friend, when he loves her so much. I hope the twins remember they said they would go with her to the Whomping Willow and on to the Shrinking Shack. Watching for your next post. And you can let me know if you've posted, if you want to. But, don't feel like you have too.

Thank you!
You will soon find out
dot dot dot... Soon
Okie dokie! I will let you know when I post more

*More soon

So, I went back and decided that the last two posts are the beginning of Chapter 3, which is called Confessions

Alrighty, here is the next post

As she walked, she thought of the journal. She hoped her gut was right, that her heart was right. There’s only one way to find out, Emily thought to herself. She found herself at the tree sooner than she’d imagined. She slowly took out her wand and stared at the truth.

“Immobulus!” she said hesitantly. The tree seemed the same as it was a second ago, but knew that it couldn’t move. She slowly walked toward the trunk where she saw the knot. She nudged it with her foot and nothing happened. She figured as much since she already charmed the tree. She got down on the ground in front of the opening in the trunk. Grasping her wand more closely, she scooted down into the tree. It was cold and damp and had the woodsy smell. She tiptoed up the slanting walk. The dirt turned into wood, and as she stepped onto it, it creaked beneath her feet.

Taking a deep breath, she continued up the stairs. She looked around at the Shrieking Shack; it was dusty and moldy. She saw a few doors beyond the landing. She heard some paws scratching behind the second one and decided to try it first. She made her way down the narrow hall as silently as she could manage. She was almost positive he knew he had a visitor, but didn’t care. Her palms were sweating when she reached out for the doorknob. It felt cold and abandoned. She closed her eyes and prayed he was innocent. Twisting the knob, she flinched on the ready.

“Hello?” she asked hesitantly as she opened the door slightly. “Is anyone in here? Padfoot?” she asked. She took a half step into the room and glanced around. On top of the bed, she saw a ginger cat. “Crookshanks!” she exclaimed. “We’ve been wondering where you’ve been running off to,” she said to the cat. She crossed the room and scratched behind his ears. She heard footsteps beyond the door she just entered and braced herself. She saw wands before she saw the two bodies to whom they belonged.

“F...Fred? George?” she asked surprised.

“Is he here?” Fred asked back as George blushed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I told you, you wouldn’t ever lose me. I’m always going to be here for you, and nothing will change that. So, here I am,” George said.

Emily just nodded, not able to put the gratitude she felt into words. Then, she shook her head. “I haven’t found him yet, but I did find Crookshanks.” She pointed toward the bed and they followed her gaze. Fred plopped down on the bed and started petting the animal while Emily and George silently stared at each other, both at a loss for words.

They all jumped at the sudden sound of the door creaking closed. Their eyes were locked on a black, shaggy dog. Its paw started scraping the hardwood floor, as if it were getting ready to attack. Emily had her hands in front of her as if she were surrendering.

“Whoa, doggy,” said Fred. The dog didn’t like that name; it started barking.

“Maybe you should let me handle it, Freddie,” Emily stated. Fred nodded. “Don’t attack us. I know who you are.” The dog bared his teeth. “You’re Sirius Black, one of the four marauders. You started writing a journal your first year at Hogwarts. This, of course, is your animagus form. You were the best man at James and Lily’s wedding. You were once in love with Amelia and married her. You had a daughter who you named Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black. Her godmother is Lily Potter and her godfathers are James and Remus, which you thought was perfect because if she needed serious advice she could go to Remus, but if she needed mischief advice, she could go to James. I know that you are not the one that betrayed your best friend or killed my mother in that street. It was Peter Pettigrew and you tried to go after him. He is the reason that my mother is dead and that my father was sent to Azkaban. He is the reason I had to grow up with my godfather, which I’m not complaining about.” Emily took a deep breath. The dog was staring at her blankly. “I’m your daughter, Sirius. I’m Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black. It’s me. Long time no see.” Emily watched as the dog backed up slightly. She saw tears coming out of his eyes and hit the dusty floor. Emily wiped away her own tears and then took a half step forward. George caught her arm.

“What if—” George started.

Emily shook her head. “I know he’s innocent. Trust me.” He nodded and dropped his arm. Emily continued forward toward her father. “Dad?”

The dog barked once and then started shaking slightly. He started transforming into his human self, and before Emily could even register what was happening, she was staring at her father.


*dun, dun, dun... Tell me watchya think.

awh (L) George I love him (L) awh nice little family reunion (L) PAMS PAMS PAMS !!!!!

Haha, me too

Will do It's my Spring Break, so many more will come this week

I do have one question.... What exactly does the "(L)" mean? I'm just curious because it's in your username too... I'll probably feel dumb after you tell me, because it's most likely obvious.... But anywho, if you don't mind, like I said, it's just curiosity...

Hello Emily, hope you had a great Easter. Your post was really great. I just am so tired at the moment, (huge day with the grandkids, but wonderful) I just at this moment can't remember how Emily knows that Sirius is innocent and Peter Petigrew is guilty. I'll go back and re-read your story. I'm so excited that she is getting to meat Sirius. You cannot leave us like this for long. I'll be watchimg for your next post. Great job Emily.

Thank you! I had a great Easter! I hope yours was great too!
Don't go back to reread... It wasn't really explained how she knew Peter was guilty, but she's read the journal. And she knows that the secret keeper was changed from sirius to peter. She kinda just knew, that after reading the journal, that Sirius was innocent and just assumes that Peter is guilty bc he's the one that it was switched to and right after, the Potters were attacked. So it's just an assumption that she is just now voicing... Sorry if it was confusing.
I definitely won't leave you for long, infact, I'll go and edit right now. More in a few

Here's the post I promised

“Emily?” he croaked.

She nodded. “It’s really me.”

Sirius took two bounds toward her and engulfed her in a hug. He kissed her hair and held her tightly. She started crying in the crook of his neck.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, baby. I’ve missed you so much. I think about you daily. I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry,” Sirius begged.

Emily pulled back to look at him. “I need you to say it.”

“Say what?” he asked back, slightly confused.

“Tell me the truth. I need to hear it from you.”

“It was all Pete. If only I had got him, then maybe I wouldn’t have minded going to Azkaban, but I didn’t. He betrayed Prongs and Flower; he killed the muggles and Amelia. He cut off his finger to fake his death. I swear I didn’t do it, Ems.” His hands were on her shoulders and he was looking her directly in her eyes.

Emily nodded. “Okay, I believe you.” She smiled at him and he returned it. His smile caused his skin to lay tightly across his cheekbones and the wrinkles around his eyes to become more distinct as they stretched across his bones. They hugged once more and then broke apart. Emily plopped down on the bed next to Fred and Crookshanks.

“Oh, by the way, these are my two best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Guys, I’d like you to meet my Dad.” Emily grinned at his title. The boys all shook hands and said their hellos. Emily scooted to the end of the bed, putting the cat in her lap and petting it.

“Oh, by the way, Mr. Black, you are one of our heroes. The map has helped us so much,” said Fred with a grin.

“First off, the name is Sirius. Secondly, haha, how did you two get your hands on it?” Sirius asked, returning his grin.

“Well, Sirius, it’s funny you should ask that,” replied Fred.

“See, it was the first week of school for us,” started George.

“And we ran into Peeves,” continued Fred with a grin.

“When he was singing about Old Mr. Filch and his cat being on the sixth floor,” George said.

“He kept saying that he was old and grumpy, you know, those type of descriptions.”

“And we just couldn’t help ourselves,” continued George.

“So, we decided, why not make a name for ourselves?”

“And that, of course, was just the beginning of our mischief,” said George.

“We had a few harmless Dungbombs leftover from torturing little Ron and decided we’d throw a couple into a corridor,” smirked Fred.

“Well, we have now learned that Peeves isn’t completely truthful,” said George sadly.

“Filch was on the second floor and heard the commotion and we got caught.” Fred nodded his head gravely.

“We were sent to his office and while he was filling out the paper work, we noticed a drawer—”

“—that said Confiscated and Highly Dangerous,” said Fred.

“So, I caused another diversion by dropping another Dungbomb. And when Filch wasn’t looking, Fred rummaged through the drawer and found the map.”

“And so starts our mischief and sneaky ways,” finished Fred with a grin.

“Once again, thank you,” said George.

Sirius snickered at the twins and Emily joined in. “Well, you are very welcome. I’m glad our legacy lives on.”

Sirius watched his daughter play with the cat with a new lightness in his heart. He was hoping he would have seen her at the Quidditch game that he had gone to. He watched Harry and occasionally would glance at all of the women, trying to find one that may look like him or Amelia. He didn’t remember seeing the girl that was sitting in front of him.

“What are you staring at?” Emily asked, glancing behind her.

“The beautiful person my daughter had grown to be not thanks to me, unfortunately. I’ll have to thank Moony later for that,” Sirius sighed.

Emily blushed as she twirled a strand of her hair behind her ears. George glanced at her and blushed slightly too.

“So, which one of you has stolen my daughter’s heart?” Sirius asked lightly. Emily and George tensed slightly, looking down.

“Er...that would be George,” Fred laughed. He stopped immediately when he noticed the death glare George was giving him.

“Fred!” Emily exclaimed. “We are ALL just friends, Dad.”

“What? I was just trying to tell the truth, Ems. Don’t blow a gasket,” Fred said seriously, but then cracked a smile.

“Just shut up, okay?” Emily said angrily.

“Why should he?” George started saying. “He’s telling the truth. I know you love me too, yet you won’t go out with me? How does that even make sense?”

“George, please. This isn’t the time or place.”

“When is the time or place, Ems? When you’re snogging Malfoy or crying over some stupid boggart? This is getting ridiculous. Why don’t we just not talk about it ever again. Forget what I ever told you, Emily. I take it back.”

“Wait! George, don’t go. Don’t do this!” Emily yelled. George jumped up from the bed and started walking out the door. Emily noticed how everyone seemed to always leave her. She jumped off the bed too, going after him.

“George, please,” Emily cried.

George hesitated in the hallway. He glanced back at her; he looked depressed, upset, and angry all in one. “What is it you want me to say? We can go back to the way things were? We can pretend we’re not in love with each other because you’re scared? It’s not that simple, Ems,” George said.

“What do you want me to do?” Emily asked. Evidently, that was the wrong question.

“What do I want you to do? I want you to admit what you’re feeling. I want you to stop being ridiculous and come to your senses.”

“But, but, George. I just, I just can’t,” Emily whispered.

George walked over to her and cupped his hand around her cheek. He threaded his other hand through her hair and pushed her head back slightly so their heads were closer. “Just say what you’re feeling, Ems. It’s not that hard,” he whispered.

Emily looked deep into his brown eyes. She melted in them, drowned in them. She let her head lean into his hand and blinked once to let her tears fall.

“I’m in love with you, George Weasley. I know I can’t deny it or hide it, but I can’t pursue it. I’m so in love with you, and you might be my soul mate, but I can’t take the chance of losing you. You mean too much to me.”

Emily took a half step and laid her head upon his chest. She hugged him tightly and he reciprocated. She finally let go and looked at him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Whatever choices you make, you should never be sorry about them, unless you think you made a mistake,” said George.

“I’m sorry,” Emily repeated. George couldn’t take it anymore and turned around again to leave.

Emily watched as another person walked out of her life. She thought of her mom and her dad. Sirius had walked right back into her life; maybe George could do the same.

Emily wiped her eyes before she turned back around. She walked in and looked at Fred disgustedly.

“What is your problem? Why did you have to bring that up? Are you mental?” she spat.

“I don’t think I’m mental. Come on, it can’t be that bad,” replied Fred half-heartedly.

“It is that bad. He’ll never speak to me again after this. Gah! I feel horrible.”

“What is it exactly you feel horrible about, Ems?” Fred asked. “That you had to let him down? That you had to break his heart? That you had to break your heart? Why are you so afraid of what’s meant to be?”

“All of the above, Fred. How do you know it’s meant to be?” she asked him.

“Because I know you two. I just know, and so do you,” stated Fred wisely.

“But—”

“But nothing. Listen to your heart. What does it tell you?” he asked.

Emily placed her hand over her heart and closed her eyes. It was an idiotic process; she already knew what she had to do. Emily’s thoughts drifted to the first day she met the twins. The first time they really hung out. She remembered the first time they all shared a laugh. She thought of their tree and their trips to Hogsmeade. She thought of their broom rides and long talks. She thought of their dance and the feelings she felt. She thought of their first kiss and how it made her feel. She smiled as she remembered the way he looked at her. She frowned at how she had shattered his heart twice. Her eyes slowly opened as she looked at his twin.

“I have to go find him. I need to go find him,” Emily stated.

“It’s about time you came to your senses,” Fred smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, can we have the little lesson thing later?” Emily asked sarcastically. She glanced at her father.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go after him. I’ll come see you again and I’ll smuggle some food too,” Emily promised.

Sirius nodded. “I understand completely. I love you,” he said.

Emily hugged him and said goodbye. She didn't want to leave the father she just met, but something in her heart was telling her she had to go see George. Her and Fred took off through the Shrieking Shack.

Emily’s heart pounded violently against her chest. She grinned as she thought of how she would run into his arms and kiss him. She thought of how she would tell him that she was wrong and he was right, that he was always right. She imagined how she would hold onto him and never let go.

Before she knew it, she was in front of the Fat Lady. “Are you ready?” asked Fred.

“I’m ready,” Emily nodded.


*dun, dun, dun... Muahahahahaha. I'm evil! You shall have to wait to see what happens

Hey Emily, what a very nice post! I 'm so glad Sirius and Emily got to meet. It's a shame it had to be so short, but love changed the status quo. Awe! This is so sad! Hope this turns out well for her. George's broken heart might have other ideas though. I hope not, I don't do well with betrayals. I'll be watching for your next post.

Yeah, I know, but they'll have more time together... I was thinking about their short little reunion when I was getting ready to post, but decided not to change it... I like how the true love prevails kinda thing, even though it was against her father, but oh well...
We will see soon

Oh I have this wierd feeling that this isnt going to end well :O but I hope it does ! PAMS PAMS PAMS

Haha, I don't know if I'd go as far as to say it doesn't end well... It may not start well, or go well... Ready to find out? Here's the next post

The portrait swung open and Emily confidently walked in. She glanced around for her redhead. She spotted him around the corner. He seemed to be in a discussion with someone, but Emily didn’t care. She glanced back at Fred who smiled reassuringly and went to stand by Lee. Emily nodded and started forward.

What she saw made Emily stop dead in her tracks. All in one moment, Emily felt shocked, confused, angry, upset, and shattered. She stared at the boy she loved while he walked forward and kissed Angelina on the cheek. She smiled cutely. Emily was disgusted.

“So, we’re on then. Tomorrow night, the lake. Just you and me and a picnic,” said George sweetly.

They had made a date. They had made a date, and you’re too late. You will never forgive yourself for this loss, Emily Black, Emily thought. Fred noticed it too and came over to her.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s nothing, Ems. Absolutely nothing,” Fred said.

“I’m too late. He’s moved on. It’s all my fault,” Emily whispered. She watched as George twirled a strand of Angelina’s hair behind her ear. She giggled and he took her hand. They walked across the common room and sat down by the fireplace. George didn’t glance at Emily once.

“I can’t watch this,” Emily whispered to Fred. She turned around and walked back out of the common room.

“Back so soon?” the Fat Lady asked.

“Oh, shut it, will you?” said Fred. The Fat Lady started using profanities at the “disrespectful children” as Emily walked to the window at the end of the hall on their right. Fred followed after her.

Emily stared out into the grounds. It had seemed so friendly; the sun, the wind, the laughter. Now, it seemed dead and taunting. She glanced at the lake and their tree. She let a tear escape as she remembered how he had confessed to her and how she had shot him down. If only you hadn’t been afraid, Emily thought. Fred put his hand around her shoulders.

“I shouldn’t have left him by the tree,” Emily whispered. “I shouldn’t have been afraid. I should have let myself feel those feelings instead of suppressing them. I shouldn’t have denied my love for him.”

“At least you are realizing this now instead of later,” Fred said.

“That doesn’t really help, Fred. Realizing it didn’t help anything; I should have known it.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ve known George since we were born, literally. He hasn’t moved on. He’s been in love with you ever since you guys met; it’s not something he’s going to get over so quickly. It’s just a show. He just wants to make you jealous,” Fred consoled.

“It’s working,” Emily whispered. “He used to twirl my hair around my ear. How could he just do that?” she asked.

“Emily, stop. You can’t work yourself up or down. You can’t get depressed over this or let it bother you. Let it play itself out, he’ll get bored and realize you’re who he wants. He’ll stop the charade eventually.”

“What if eventually lasts forever?” she asked.

“It won’t. Trust me,” he promised.

Emily nodded her head and leaned into Fred. He squeezed her tightly. Emily couldn’t help but think that Fred’s hands weren’t as soft as George’s were or that his arms weren’t as comforting as his twin’s either. But she hugged him all the same.

“Fred, do you mind leaving so I can be by myself for a moment?” she asked him.

“Not at all, Ems, I’ll catch up with you later. I’ll…er…see you in the morning.” Fred squeezed her gently one more time and then let her go. She glanced back at his retrieving figure and then looked once more outside. She let her tears escape at the one thing she’s ever regretted in her life. She wanted George to be the one holding her right now. She wanted George’s comforting words. She wanted his everything. But she couldn’t have him. He was Angelina’s now. She sniffled once and wiped away her tears.

“It’s his loss, you know,” said a voice from the shadows.

*Alrighty, I know it's shorter than usual, but I thought it was good stopping place. Lemme know watchya think

Oh I was afraid of this happening. Now, I don't know who I feel the worst for, Emily, who thought she was making a wise decision and not let her friendship with George get ruined, or Fred who went out on a limb to tell the girl he loved what he thought of her. I think they are actually on the same limb, and the limb broke. Maybe while the're picking up their pieces of their broken hearts to mend they'll find they have each others. Very nice post. Loved it even though I was afraid of what was gonna happen, did, I still loved the post. This betrayal isn't the kind where there is deceipt and sneeking around. I'll be watching for the next post.

Ooooh, I really like how you put that with their hearts and how they have each other's. It was cute... And, yeah, I know, I feel bad for both of them and I'm the one who's making it happen to them.
Thanks And I here ya, I hate, absolutely hate, that kind of betrayal. So, I was definitely not gonna put my precious [and JK's] characters through that
*More soon