The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Don't Wake Emi

**Harry's POV**
"Midnight it is then. Scared, Potter?"

"You wish," I snarled. Malfoy and I were standing there, face to face, talking about Merlin knows what. Ron knew what he was doing supposedly, because he'd called for me to fight Malfoy in the trophy room at midnight. Apparently, I have the chance of dying, and if I do, Ron steps in for me as a substitute of sorts.

Fun.

Malfoy strutted away with his little gang and I just glared at the backs of their heads, not being able to make myself look away.

When they were out of sight, lost in the sea of students, I sat back down next to Emi who was fast asleep on George's arm.

"Rough day I see," Fred whispered as he played with Emi's messy hair. You could see her back slowly rise and fall as she steadily breathed. It was peaceful just to watch. Her arms were loosely wrapped around George's like a sloth.

"Students are to return to their dormitories. Prefects will lead their houses, then proceed with their nightly duties. Good night," Dumbledore called across the crowd. Everyone began to get up, but Emi was still fast asleep. Ron looked at me confused about the situation.

"Should we-?"

"No. Let her sleep. It's one of the only places she feels safe."

"What'd you mean?" Fred asked, carefully trying to detach Emi from George. I looked at Emi with her tired eyes gently closed.

"It's complicated." Emi had lots of problems, trauma or something it must've been, we didn't really know. Everyone used to call her crazy because of all the things she could do, like make things move, change the appearance of random objects, see things that weren't there, etc., so she never felt safe awake. There was always someone trying to hurt her. In her dreams, no one could hurt her. No one could make her feel worthless.

"Alright, love, we're gonna take you back to the common room, alright?" Fred whispered as he picked her up, seeing he was the only one that could actually carry her. She sleepily nodded and buried her face into his shoulder. He smiled and he, George, Ron, and I all started to head back to Gryffindor tower.

"Fortuna Major," Ron said to the painting of the fat lady. She smiled and moved out of the way, revealing the empty common room, burning embers being the sole thing that was lighting up the room.

"So what do we do?" I looked at Fred who was still holding Emi like a baby. It might've just been the lighting, but Emi's hair started to turn a beautiful deep velvet red as her lips slightly curled up. "We can't bring her upstairs."

"We'll just stay down here, Harry. We have to meet Malfoy at midnight anyhow."

"You're what?" We all looked to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the girl's dorm where Hermione was standing, still in her uniform. "None of you are going anywhere at midnight. It's against the rules." She looked at Fred who was now gently laying Emi on the red fluffy couch. "And what exactly do you think you're doing with Emilia?"

"She feel asleep at dinner. We didn't want to wake her," Fred said, placing a light blanket over Emi.

"I better stay and keep and eye on you boys. Make sure you don't cause any trouble," Hermione said, raising her nose.

"Bloody hell, it's not like anything is going to happen, Hermione," Ron whined.

"Yes, something will. And I won't let Gryffindor get in trouble because of you." I laughed slightly at Ron's face as it turned bright red and pouty.

"So we'll all just stay down here then?" George asked, already making himself comfortable on a chair next to the dying fire.

"Guess so," I said as I sat next to the embers and started poking at them with a stick that never got put into the fire. A little flame came out of the coals and I smiled at the feeling of warmth.

Everyone took a seat of sorts, whether it be on the couches or on the floor, and we all started dozing off, waiting for midnight.