Emily Potter: The Girl Who Lived-Book 1

Chapter 8

A/N: I'm just going to stop saying 'I'm writing with the movies' because it's getting too annoying for me to say that almost every time. 

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"You wished to see me, Professor?" I ask, marveling at the collection of magical objects in front of me. A Phoenix to my right, books filled shelves on every wall, portraits of past professors hanging on the walls as well. I was in, you guessed it, Albus Dumbledore's office. 

"Ah, yes, Emily. I know that a a few days ago, if I'm not mistaken, you had a vision. More like a memory, I presume?" He replied, poking his head out of a shelf filled with trinkets. 

"Yes sir. The night my parents were murdered." I reply, shuddering at the memory. 

"Well, Miss Potter, you see, hmmm, where do I start with this? Yes well James and Lily were not your parents. However Severus Snape is your father, and I know that your grandmother on your mother's side is Professor McGonagall, though I do not know who your mother is. You see Emily, your mother went into hiding the day you were born, Lord Voldemort was after her as well. She gave you up to your godparents, James and Lily. They had Harry the same day, so they could pass you off as twins. A year later, James and Lily died, and you being Harry's 'twin' meant that you both had to go somewhere. That's when Sirius showed up at James and Lily's house, before Hagrid got there to pick you and Harry up. He did not know that Harry and Emily were not actually twins; he believed that you were both his godchildren. As a godfather would, he came and had both of you, in his arms, when Hagrid arrived. Sirius was going to take you and raise you, the way James had wanted. But Hagrid came, with my instruction, and he found that the house was empty. Sirius had already taken you back to his home, where Hagrid followed. Hagrid came and took you to the Dursley's the minute you were out of Sirius' arms. Sirius found that you two were gone and already knew where you were headed. He apparated to Privet Drive, and immediately demanded you both back. He said that he was the only family you had left, claiming that you and Harry were rightfully supposed to be raised by him. Although, being the persuasive person I am, I convinced him that staying with the Dursley's was the best thing for you and Harry." He explained.

I was wide-eyed and open-mouthed, with tons of questions. "But...what...how...why...huh?" I spluttered, questions racing through my mind. It was all so overwhelming, I thought I was about to burst into sobs. 

'Merlin's beard, she actually bought it! Now I'll win the pranking contest for sure.' His thoughts radiated happiness. I sighed, relieved that it was only a prank. I couldn't bear to have my father be Snape, and Harry not be my brother. 

Emily. Emily, wake up. Wake up! A voice started screaming, though it seemed that it was only in my head, for Dumbledore didn't seem bothered. My world started spinning, and my eyes fluttered open, dropping me back into reality. I looked up to see Hermione leaning over me, a concerned look in her eyes. 

"Are you alright? You were shaking, as if you were scared for your life." Hermione said, the look never leaving her face. 

"Yes, yes I'm fine." I reply, sitting up. I got out of bed, popped into my clothes and went into my daily morning routine. Brush hair, teeth, style hair. Today I decided on Red with Gold streaks in it, in spirit of Gryffindor. After all, today was the day that I learned how to play Quidditch. 

I met Harry and Oliver in the common room at exactly 8:00, and we carried the Quidditch supplies down to the field on the side of the castle, where our flying lessons took place. He and Harry were carrying a rather large box that looked heavy, and apparently it was, taking both of them to carry it. I was holding what looked like a miniature bat, which was loads lighter. On the way there, he started explaining to us what Quidditch is.

"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has 7 players. 3 chasers, one of whom is you, Emily, 2 beaters, one keeper, and the seeker, that's Harry." He explained. 

We stopped in the grass, i set down the bat and they set down the chest that had been concealing the secrets to Quidditch. Inside there were 2 brownish black metal balls, held down by chains. In the middle was a big red ball, with indentations on the sides. Wood picked up the red ball and stood up. 

"There are 3 kinds of balls." He tossed the red one to me, furthering his explanation. "This one's called the Quaffle. The Chasers, that's Emily, handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those 3 hoops." Wood turned, pointing at 3 hoops on the far side of the Quidditch pitch. "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?" Wood asks. 

"I think so." We both reply, and grinned at each other before I tossed back the Quaffle. It was relatively light, considering it's mass. 

"What're those?" Harry asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked to him and found that he was staring into the chest, looking at the balls fighting against their restraining metal chains. 

Wood put the Quaffle back in the box and picked up the bat, handing it to Harry. 

"You better take this." He warned, then bent down to unleash whatever it is. The ball shot up in the air, making a sort of growling noise. 

"Careful Harry, it's coming back." I cautioned, before Wood could. Harry steadied himself, and with one hand hit the ball, sending it shooting through a statue with 2 swords over his head, making a loop. 

Wood looked surprised, and made a remark. "Not bad Potter. You'd make a fair beater." Harry grinned with delight at his comment. "Uh oh." Wood said, the ball almost hitting him in the chest, but he caught it instead, and wrestled it  back into it's chains. Harry and I watched in amazement as the ball put up a fight. 

"What was that?" I asked, eager for an answer. 

"Bludger. Nasty little buggars. But don't worry, the beaters'll keep them away from you. But you," He said, looking up and pointing to Harry,"are the seeker." He opened a pocket with the Hogwaatrs crest on it and took out a small, golden ball. "All I want you to worry about is this." He held it up so we could see better. He handed it to Harry, naming it. "the Golden Snitch." Wood described. 

"I like this ball." Harry said, admiring the carving on it. 

"Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and near impossible to see." Wood replied.

"What do I do with it?" Harry asked.

"You catch it. Before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game's over. You catch this, Potter, and we win." He answered. 

The Snitch unwrapped wings from around the outside and it fluttered into the air, speeding around Harry's head. Harry kept a close watch on it, making sure it didn't fly off. We both gasped at it's speed, admiring the magic that went into that tiny golden ball. 

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