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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Seamus dressed at top speed next morning and left the dormitory before Harry had even put on his socks.
"Does he think he'll turn into a nutter if he stays in a room with me too long?" asked Harry loudly as the hem of Seamus's robes wnipped out of sight.
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Dean muttered, hoisting his schoolbag on to his shoulder, ''he's just . . ."
But apparently he was unable to say exactly what Seamus was, and after a slightly awkward pause followed him out of the room.
Neville and Ron both gave Harry an it's - his - problem - not - yours look, but Harry was not much consoled. How much more of this would he have to take?
"What's the matter?" asked Ember with Nymeria on her shoulder five minutes later, catching up with Harry and Ron halfway across the common room as they all headed towards breakfast.
Hermione was with her.
"You look absolutely - Oh for heavens sake." Hermione said.
She was staring at the common-room noticeboard, where a large new sign had been put up.
GALLONS OF GALLEONS!
Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?
Like to earn a little extra gold?
Contact Fred and George Weasley, Gryffindor common room,
for simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs.
(We regret that all work is undertaken at applicant's own risk.)
"They are the limit," said Hermione grimly, taking down the sign, which Fred and George had pinned up ewer a poster giving the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend, which was to be in October.
"Did you know about this?" Hermione asked Ember.
"I'm not my boyfriends warden, Hermione. Aren't you over reacting?" Ember said.
"No." Hermione said before turning to Ron. "We'll have to talk to them, Ron.
Ron looked positively alarmed.
"Why?"
"Because we're prefects!" said Hermione, as they climbed out through the portrait hole. ''It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!"
Ron said nothing. Harry and Ember could tell from his glum expression that the prospect of stopping Fred and George doing exactly what they liked was not one he found inviting.
"Anyway, what's up, Harry?'' Ember said, as they walked down a flight of stairs lined with portraits of old witches and wizards, all of whom ignored them, being engrossed in their own conversation. "You look really angry about something."
"Seamus reckons Harry's lying about You - Know - Who," said Ron succinctly, when Harry did not respond.
Hermione, who Harry had expected to react angrily on his behalf, sighed snd exchanged a look with Ember, who looked annoyed.
