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Emily sat with Ginny at the match. She and George had not quite made up, but she did hear that her animosity toward him brought Angelina closer to George. The sun beat down on Emily’s hair, causing it to shine. She glanced around at everybody decked out in red and gold. They started to chant “LIONS FOR THE CUP!” as their team walked onto the lawn. Emily clapped feebly as she watched George and Angelina walk out together. The sight made her want to puke.

Emily watched the excitement of the game unfold. From Angelina nearly being thrown off her broom from Flint, to Alicia scoring a penalty shot while Wood saved the other team’s penalty shot. Then there was a Slytherin chaser grabbing Katie’s head instead of the Quaffle and both Beaters trying to close in on Harry. Emily clapped and cheered, but her heart really wasn’t in it. She watched with a smile on her face as Harry beat Malfoy to the Snitch. They had won the Cup, and everyone was ecstatic.


June came, and with it were the exams. Fred and George would be taking their O.W.L.s. Emily was studying for Transfiguration and Charms like crazy. As soon as exam week began, Emily was in the zone. If you bothered her when she was studying, she most likely snapped at you to study as well. Hermione and she normally studied together because their study techniques were quite alike. She felt like she did quite well in Charms. Her teapot for Transfiguration turned into quite the cute little tortoise. McGonagall even let her keep it because of how fond she had become of it. Care of Magical Creatures was a breeze. All they had to do was make sure their flobberworm was still alive by the end of the hour.

Emily was pretty sure that her Confusing Concoction for Potions was fairly right, but you never knew with Snape’s expectations. And then there was Astronomy. Emily loved Astronomy—especially since she spent so much time outside at night, under the stars. She scribbled down everything she could on her chart, only getting confused on two different constellations. History of Magic was on Wednesday morning, and she stayed up most of the night studying every note she’d taken. After lunch was Herbology. She wasn’t all that thrilled about that one.

On Thursday morning, she had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Having been doing the private lessons with Remus, she was able to excel in his exam, which had a Boggart in it. It was her last exam, having dropped Divination. Afterwards, she enjoyed her lunch and went and took a well-needed nap.

Emily awoke in time for dinner. She freshened up in the bathroom before making her way to the Great Hall. She noticed Fred, George, and Lee walking a little ahead of herself. Emily jogged to catch up to them.

“Hey, guys,” Emily said.

“Oh, so you’re talking to people again,” George asked sulkily.

“Since my exams are over, I thought it would be safe,” Emily joked. Only Fred and Lee chuckled. George didn’t find it too comical at all. Emily sighed.

Emily and George ate in silence as Fred and Lee tried everything to get them into the conversation, but they were both too stubborn.

It was the night of the full moon, and Emily had every intention of going down to spend it with Remus—just like every time. Except this time, when she made her way down there and transformed into her animagus, Remus was nowhere to be found. Emily panicked. The full moon was already up and Remus should have been in the classroom, in his werewolf form, waiting on her.

She was on her way to Dumbledore’s office when George bumped into her. He looked grumpy and moody, and Emily didn’t have time to find out what was going on.

“George, have you seen...Remus?” she asked hesitantly.

“Nope,” he said. And then she heard it. It was a howl from the forest. The hair on the back of Emily’s neck rose and she had Goosebumps crawling up her arms. The howl sounded again, and then it was his howl. Emily wasn’t sure whose howls the first two were, but she knew they weren’t Remus’. Emily stared in horror through the window for a moment longer before she bolted down the hall. Emily ran as fast as her legs could take her to the forest, to Remus. She faintly noticed George running right beside her, yelling at her.

“Where are you going?” he yelled.

“Go back inside, George!” she yelled back.

“What’s going on?” he shouted.

“It’s too dangerous for you out here! Go back inside!” she yelled in panic.

“If it’s too dangerous, I’m not leaving you!” he shouted.

Emily didn’t have time to argue. She didn’t have time to think about how she was leading him to his death. All she could think about was getting to Remus.

“George, you have to trust me!”

“I do trust you!” he yelled.

“Then stay here! Don’t go in the forest! Please, for me!” she yelled.

George glanced at her. He couldn’t just let her go into the Forbidden Forest alone. But she seemed sure—she seemed serious. He slowed down to a stop. She yelled back something that he couldn’t hear and he waited. He decided that if she wasn’t back in fifteen minutes, he was going in after her.

Emily ran as fast as her legs could take her. As soon as she was beyond the protection of the trees and shrubs, she changed into her animagi form. Her fur bristled in the wind and she took a deep breath. She took a whiff of the air and ran deep into the forest. Using her senses, she fought her way through the branches and the thorns.



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