❝ mischief managed ❞
❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞
Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to...
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When Emerson arrived back into the Gryffindor common room, she did not say hello to George or Fred or Angelina or Alicia. She went straight up to her dormitory where she changed into her pajamas and climbed under her blankets.
In the dark and silent room, Emerson sobbed into her pillow. She was sad, she was angry, she was hurt.
All her life her mother had lied to her about who she truly was. Everett Diors was not Emerson's father, instead it was Remus Lupin.
Even though it was completely clear, Emerson still didn't understand it all. Coralie had married Everett just a few months before Emerson was born. The two had been dating for a few months before Emerson was even conceived. It meant that sometime in that period, Coralie had been with Remus.
Though she had no memory of Everett, Emerson had seen the pictures and heard the stories about him. He was a man who was devoted to his family, even leaving his job at a hospital in order to help care for Emerson during the height of the first war.
Emerson just couldn't understand how Coralie could have lied to her, especially about something so important. Was she ashamed? Was she confused? Or in denial about Remus being Emerson's father?
There were so many emotions inside of Emerson's head. She was already upset with her mother about not telling her about coming to Hogwarts. This news was just the cherry on top of a perfect day.
Emerson laid in bed for what felt like hours, even though in reality it was only about thirty minutes. Her head and throat hurt from how hard she cried. She knew that if she looked in the mirror, her face would be puffy and red.
When the dormitory door creaked open, Emerson buried her face further into her pillow. She didn't was her friends to see that she had been crying.
"Em?" Came Alicia's voice. "Are you alright?"
"I'm okay," Emerson forced out a fake yawn. "I'm just tired."
She could here that Alicia was still there, waiting for some assurance that Emerson was really alright.
Emerson sat up in her bed reluctantly and faced Alicia in the dark. She reached over and turned on her bedside lamp. Alicia gasped and took a few steps toward her friend.
"Em, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did George do something?" Alicia sat on the bed near Emerson's legs.
Emerson shook her head and let out a laugh, it sounded strangled in her throat. "No, George didn't do anything, I promise."
"What it is then?" Alicia's brown eyes were filled with worry. She had never seen Emerson cry before, it was an unnerving sight. "Fred said you went to go find your mum...did something happen?"
Emerson rubbed her eyes and wiped away the tried tears on her face. "Did I ever tell you what happened to my dad?"
Alicia tilted her head. "No, I don't think you have."
