Emily Potter: The Girl Who Lived-Book 1

Chapter 13

"We won, Harry! YOU won!" I yelled over the cheering.

He just grinned and held up the snitch, ecstatic that we won. Every remaining member of the Quidditch team flew down and clapped for Harry. Of course he was feeling happy as well, and together we were feeling like nothing could ever get us down. That is, until another vision occurred. 

The chanting and cheering seemed to fall far away, and as I felt the familiar dizziness come to me, the last thing I saw was Harry turning to me, worry in his eyes. I slumped into his arms as I heard him call for help, but it sounded miles away.

I opened my eyes, taking in the scene around me. 

'Where am I?' I thought. Then I heard voices. Two of them, one was gravelly and high pitched, and the other was familiar, extremely familiar, though I couldn't quite place my finger on who it was. This frustrated me a bit; usually my memory is on point. I quickly located where they were coming from, and made my way there. Hiding behind the door, I pressed my ear up against it, listening to the conversation going on beyond the door, and wondered if they knew I was here. 

"The girl, she is the key! The key to my return! She is powerful beyond belief! Severus has told me she has mind reading capabilities, something only 12 people in history have had! She is a Metamorphagus, and incredibly gifted in every subject! You MUST get me that girl!" The coarse, high-pitched one demanded to the other voice. 

"My Lord, I will get you the girl, I will get her to you, I swear." The familiar voice assured 'his Lord'. I processed what I had just heard, and without question I knew the girl was me. I was the only Metamorphagus in the school, the only mind-reader (as far as I know), and Hermione and I are at the top of our classes. I sharply inhaled, more like a gasp, and before I knew it, I had revealed my presence. 

"Ah, yes, come to join us, have we, Emily?" The familiar voice inquired. 

The door creaked open as I opened it, coming into the light of the room. I could not see the sources of the voices, everything was glowing and blurry. I narrowed my eyes, trying to focus on the room. There was a shadow in the far right corner, where I assumed the voices were coming from. 

"Who are you?" I asked, more bravely than I expected.

"That, Emily, I cannot tell you."  The familiar voice replied, calmer than earlier. 

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"Because I know you." The familiar voice responded once again. 

"How?" I demanded, beginning to be frightened at these answers.

"I cannot tell you that, either."  The familiar voice answered. 

"She asks too many questions! Take her powers and leave!" The high pitched voice demanded.  

The figure lunged at me, and I leaped out of the way, out of the door. As soon as I was out, a boy appeared out of nowhere and tackled the figure which I could not see. They stopped fighting and I assumed that the figure was unconscious, due to the fact that the boy had walked out of the room again. 

"Thank you. For saving me, I mean." I said, grateful for what he had done. I finally got to examine and identify him. I noticed his platinum blonde hair, his piercing grey eyes and his Slytherin robes. Immediately I recognized him as Draco Malfoy. I then also noticed that he was hurt, with a cut on his jawline and blood seeping down his face. 

"Merlin's beard! You're hurt!" I exclaimed. I opened up the inside pocket to my robes in which I always kept medical supplies. I pulled out a cloth and beckoned for him to come closer so I could clean his wound. He neared closer to me, and I began cleaning it. As I dabbed his cut, I asked him a question that had been gnawing at me ever since he appeared.