Ema sighed, she didn't know anyone in the prefect car. Well, she knew the Head Boy Percy Weasley, but she didn't get along with him that much. She found him to be arrogant, while he couldn't understand why she hung out with his twin brothers.
She wished that she was with Eliza, Elva, and Marcy, or even Fred and George. Ema sighed again and listened to Percy drone on.
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Ema gasped as she woke up, she'd been having another nightmare about her dad. After the meeting she decided to take a nap. It was confusing to say the least, the rest of the wizarding world hated him and her other dad was hesitant to talk about him. Ema herself didn't know how to feel about him. She was a baby when he was sent to Azkaban.
Suddenly, she felt a rapid temperature drop. The lights went out and the windows were frosted.
Ema heard someone sceam the name 'Harry' and her stomach dropped. She had seen Harry go into the same car that her dad was in.
"No", she breathed and ran towards the sound. By the time she got there the lights were back on and it was starting to feel warmer.
She looked in the car to see her dad leaning over an unconscious Harry.
"Is everyone alright?", she asked uncertainty.
"Yes, Mr.Potter here seems to have just fainted from the dementor. I'm sure he'll be fine", answered her father Remus. Ema sighed in relief, she loved Harry like a brother and got worried about him easily, god knows his family didn't care enough about him.
The second part registered in her brain. "A dementor?", she whispered in shock.
"Yes, but its gone now.", her father replied.
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Ema couldn't recall ever feeling more relieved then now. Harry or 'Squirt' as she so eloquently named him two years ago was completely fine, and Hermione and Ron were only slightly shaken.
She got off the train and approached the carriages looking for Elva, Marcy, and Eliza. In the background she could her someone (she believed his name was Draco) taunting Harry. She sighed, she wanted to step in but, she couldn't risk getting on Snapes bad side before the year even started. Unlike the twins, she actually cared about her grade in Potions.
"Ema!", she heard a voice call her name. She turned around to see Marcy, Eliza and Elva waving frantically at her. Ema giggled at their attempts to get her her attention before running towards them.
"There you are! We've been looking for you!", cried Eliza dramatically. Like Ema she loved to exaggerate a little bit.
"What a coincidence, I've been looking for you guys too.", replied Ema as she climbed into the coach. "Well, won't you all join me? I'd hate to be alone."
The rest of the group climbed in as well. "Yeah, yeah", Marcy replied sarcastically, "So, how boring was it with the prefects?", Marcy's punk attitude meant that she absolutely loathed prefects.
Ema giggled as Elva smacked Marcy's arm, "Oi! My brother is a prefect!", Elva cried indignantly.
" Exhibit A", replied Marcy as Ema and Eliza laughed even harder.
"They're honestly not that bad, well other than Percy, I just don't know them.", She explained, "but I guess I'll get to know them, we'll have to do patrol together."
"So how are things with you and Fred?", questioned Eliza, changing the subject.
Ema smiled at the thought of her boyfriend of two years, "Things with Fred are absolutely wonderful.", she answered dreamily.
Marcy gagged at the mention of Ema's boyfriend but Eliza shushed her, "Oh come on tell us more.", Eliza pressed on.
"She doesn't have to tell us", interjected Elva who wasn't that interested.
"No, it's fine.", insisted Ema, "Fred... He's so kind and loving... Like he'll give me his cloak if I'm cold... But we still have fun you know.."
"Does he know your a prefect yet?", piped up Elva.
"No, not yet, him and George are probably gonna whine about losing me to 'them'", Ema air quoted here, "but you know there's a lot of privileges to being a prefect."
"Yeah I wish I'd been picked to be a Hufflepuff prefect", replied Eliza.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't get picked", Marcy said in a disgusted tone.
"Me too, I need to focus on quidditch so I can play for the Holyhead Harpies", agreed Elva.
"Well quidditch doesn't matter that much to me", added Eliza.
"You guys I'm doing both, I just have to wear my badge on my uniform", Ema interjected while laughing, "Im all honesty, I'm not worried about that...", she trailed off.
"How are feeling about your dads escape?", asked Elva. She knew the most about his escape besides Ema, since she read the Daily Prophet every morning.
"I'm not worried about that. It's just.... It's just that the rumors just started dying down you know. I'm not 'Emmaline Black, Sirius Black's daughter' I'm 'Ema Grace, chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team' I really don't want to have to deal with this again especially with O.W.Ls this year...", Ema stated quietly.
"Well don't worry we've got your back, and so do Fred George, Harry, and so many others. We're with through thick and thin forever and always", Interjected Eliza in a comforting way as she gave her a hug.
"Yeah!", agreed Elva as she joined in on the hug. Marcy said nothing as she hugged Ema.
"You guys are so sweet. I'm gonna cry", said Ema with misty eyes.
"We're here", announced Elva. Ema smiled, she could do this. She had her dad, her friends, and she had Fred on her side. Nothing could ruin her year.
A/N
Well then, here's chapter two. What do you think? This is not soley a romance. This is about friendships and family and love and loss. Reminder I don't own Harry Potter.
