-One year later-
"Hey you can't go through there. She's in there. That's Her corridor." A first year informs her friend.
Emma floats in her corridor waiting to scare and haunt them. It's the only amusement she has. She is never seen. And she hasn't spoken to Fred in months. She knows he hasn't crossed over yet because him and Peeves are driving everyone crazy... Again!
Emma has become the forgotten ghost or the grumplepuff. Personally she likes the first one better. She also goes by Her now.
"Too bad let's go! I wanna see Her!" The friend said motioning on.
As soon as the two first years entered the corridor it became cold an erie. "See I told you she's not here."
"Who dares come into my corridor?" Emma yells in an intimidating voice.
"Get out of my corridor!" She booms charging them her eyes black as night and nails sharp as knives. The first years scream and run away out of Emma's corridor.
Emma sighed in comfort of silence "finally I'm alone." The bitter ghost smiled to herself.
"Boo!!"
Emma screams in terror. "What the fuck?! Fred Weasley get out of my corridor or so help me!" She yells
Fred just laughs "oh wow who knew that he grumplepuff can be scared so easily." He laughs like it was the best thing since sliced bread.
Emma frowns "get out." She crosses her arms. Fred mimickes her like a four year old.
"Now what's the magic word?" He teases
"Avedra Kevedra." She says bitterly even though she just reopened an internal wound.
Fred frowns "don't say that."
Emma raises her eyebrows "Avedra Kevedra."
"Don't say that!"
"Avedra Kevedra!"
"Emma!!"
"Avedra Kevedra!"
"Ugh damn you women!" Fred floats away angrily.
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The Forgotten Girl
FanfictionEveryone knows about the second wizarding war. Eveyone know that's Fred Weasley lost his life. But no body knew that she did too. Emma Summers the same year as the beloved Harry Potter was the forgotten Hufflepuff. Never loved or known which left he...
