Ember. It means fire. Ember was never safe. Even before she was born she was coverted. Hunted. She's the last of her kind. Once there were many. Once there were four. Four families. One for each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. Every other family e...
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Ember got up exceptionally early that morning, despite going to bed late. Ember sat at a table in the common room with a parchment and quill. She began writing a letter.
Dear Professor Lupin, I hope you're well. You are surely missed as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. You were the best we had, and I know that I will say that after my full seven years here and despite that we now have the Auror Mad Eye Moody as the Dark Srts Professor. Apparently he's amazing but even if he is, you will always be the best in my opinion. Not just because you taught us so much, Harry and I especially, but because if how much you cared about us. My biggest regret of last year was not being able to see you before you left. I wish I could sat this in person but a letter is better then nothing, I suppose. I just wanted to thank you. You never stopped trying to help me and I know I make it easier on you, bug you never stopped. It's thanks to you that McGonagall saved me and I'm now living with Hermione's parents. I'm happier now. I still have the trauma to work through but I have some pretty dedicated friends to help me. But it's all thanks to you. I can't thank you enough. But honestly, thank you, for everything. If it wasn't for you paying so much attention I would probably still be in that place. I also wanted to apologisefor my outburst in your office after the exam. I was extremely out of line, especially after everything you've done. I wanted to send this ketter earlier but I didn't have access to an owl. Thank you, Professor Lupin. Truly. Thank you for everything. From, Ember
Ember went up to Owlery and used one of the school owls to send the letter. She then returned to her dorm an hour before everyone else was up.
The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter gray swirled overhead as Harry, Ron, Ember and Hermione examined their new course schedules at breakfast. A few seats along, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing magical methods of aging themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament. Ember couldn't help but keep glancing at George. One time when she glanced his way he caught her, smirked and winked. Ember, blushing, turned away and kept her eyes firmly on her timetable. George had a smile on his face for the rest of the day.
"Today's not bad. . .outside all morning," said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures. . .damn it, we're still with the Slytherins. . ."
"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite subject, apart from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying.
"You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?" said Hermione briskly, buttering herself some toast. "Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy."
