I guess I'll let you know what's happening New post!

Five minutes into the forest, Emily smelled people. She slowed down in time to see Hermione and Harry run fast through the trees to get to the safety of the grounds. Buckbeak was behind them. Emily tilted her head to the side as she watched the three run, not even noticing her. And then she heard other movement. It had to be Remus and her nose backed her up on that conclusion.

Emily stretched her furry legs as far as they could go, but she still felt like it wasn’t fast enough. He was running around, possibly going after something. She howled, making him turn round. He bared his teeth at her and she growled in return. Sniffing the air, she smelt blood. Whose blood—she wasn’t sure. Emily was growing angry. What exactly could have made him leave his office tonight? What exactly could have brought him out here where he’s already hurt something or someone? Remus started coming toward her, so she started running. She ran around the forest, allowing him to chase her. She thought about turning and attacking him, but thought better of it because he could easily take her out. She ran in deep circles, making sure to never get close to the outskirts of the forest. Remus hesitated behind her, so she looked back at him. He was standing tall—he got a whiff of something. Panicking, Emily barked to get back his attention. Remus paid no attention to her. He started jogging the opposite way, sniffing a few of the trees. And then, the wind rushed by and Emily smelled it too—George. He had come after her.

Emily flat out ran in the direction that she thought he would be. She was well ahead of Remus. Within minutes, she found him, shivering madly, whispering her name over and over. He looked frightened, but not for himself, for her. George looked straight at her and froze. Emily glanced over her shoulder. They had a few minutes before her Godfather would show up. Emily transformed back into her human form.

“Whoa! What the—how did you—what’s going on?” George finally got out.

“George, you have to get out of here! It’s not safe!” she said, flustered.

“Emily, I came in here to find you and I’m not leaving without you! Let’s just get out of here,” George pleaded.

“It’s more complicated than that, George. Look I can’t explain right now, but I will tomorrow. You need to get out of the forest and go straight inside. Find Dumbledore and tell him that I’m out here. He’ll understand. Please, George,” Emily said, moving over to him. George took hold of her hands.

“Let’s go together,” he begged.

“George, we don’t have—CRAP!” Emily yelled loudly.

“What?” George asked in alarm. He moved his body closer to hers as she glanced behind her.

“We have to move! NOW!” she screeched as she held tightly to his hand and started running.

“What is going on, Emily? What’s after us?” George shouted as he tried to not trip over roots and rocks.

“It’s Remus!” she shouted back.

George tried to slow down but Emily wouldn’t allow it. “If this is about your grounding, I think he’ll understand,” George said.

“George, there’s something I’ve never told you, but in this circumstance, I think it’s best to tell you. He’s a werewolf,” Emily said.

George picked up the pace and started running faster. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell,” she explained.

“And the animagus part?”

“It kind of went with the werewolf part. I’m sorry, but is now really the time for this?” she asked.

“I guess not,” he said shortly.

“George, we’re not going to be able to outrun him for long. You’re going to have to go on without me!” she yelled.

“I’m not leaving you in here. If you stay, I stay. You go, I go,” George said stubbornly.

“George, please! I can stop Remus in my animagus form but not if you’re around. Besides, we can’t lead him back to the school grounds. He has to stay in the forest. Please, for me, do this,” she begged.

Emily listened as the leaves behind them started rustling and crunching. They heard an ear splintering howl from her Godfather, causing the two of them to speed up. It was her dream all over again, except this time it wasn’t a dream. George glanced at her once, squeezed her hand, and then let go. George sped up, pulling out his wand. He shouted something that Emily didn’t hear as she turned back into her white wolf. She turned on her paw and bared her teeth at the werewolf, at her Godfather. He ran at her, trying to get beyond her to the boy that was getting on his summoned broom, flying off.

The white wolf and the werewolf wrestled for a little while before Emily could convince him to follow her again. They ran through the trees, crunching leaves, breaking branches, and creating paths upon the forest floor.


*Okie dokie, tell me watchya think