Pain. The pain was unreal, the moment was stuck in my head forever. I remember Harry and Ron rushing in and suddenly the troll's fist got tighter and my chest collapes along with my lungs. I gasped for air, then to make matters worse I remember the last thing I saw was Harry's horror-struck face, mixed with pain and a unreadable emotion. Then it went black and I felt nothing. Was I dead?
Death was never something I feared, but a part of me was scared- I never got to complete Hogwarts, have a job, be with Harry.....What about my Dad and Mum?
"Where is she?!" I heard voices, it sounded like Mum.
"Over there." it sounded like Madam P. The reason I called her that was because lack of energy. Then I felt like I just re-entered earth, like I was in space, floating carelessly with only numbness to feel- that or nothing. My eyes fluttered open, the light took time to adjust too. In front or near my bed was about every professor, my parents, the Weasley bunch, Hermione, Ron, and Harry- who was clutching my hand, fast asleep in the chair. He looked terrible, he has heavy bags under his red and puffy eyes, his lips were cracked, he seemed skinnier as well- he looked deathly.
"EMBER!" cried my Mum who had tears welding up, her eyes were already puffy and red. Harry awoke with a start and had to take a doubletake when seeing my eyes open and not closed. "Emb! I was so worried, it was terrible..." he mumbled the rest himself so to shut up, I hugged him and said "It was just a little fall." where Hermione suddenly snapped and yelled "A SMALL FALL! HOW RICH, YOU WERE ALMOST DEAD EMMA! ALMOST D-E-A-D! THEY HAD TO BRING YOU BLOOD, REPAIR YOUR COLLAPED RIB CAGE AND LUNGS...You have a rare side-effect that comes with your power, your mum said it was rare! The worse part....you were going into a coma!" she sobbed, breaking down and guilt hit me like a hurricane, to the chest and head.
"I'm sorry! I was only trying to help Hermione after Ron made her cry....I should have let the professor's handle it but honestly I'm glad I risked my life, my friend is fine and even if I was near death- I would be content." I said strongly and then a wispy voice of the Headmaster spoke and grinned.
"Your a true Gryffindor Ember, remember that." and his eyes gave off a twinkle. I blushed lightly and muttered thanks. Then when my family came, my mother sat down. "What power." I stated, it was not a question; I demanded answers. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"Now Ember, Metamorpheas are rare, so is this side effect. This is when you sense certain danger for a loved one or someone you care deeply for. You can't help it, your implied to fix there issue, even if it means you death. It is why you cared for Hermione like you do, she's your bestfriend. When Hermione metioned something about getting your blood- well you had to get it from someone you had the strongest feelings for-due to your power...so honey, Harry donated some of his blood to save you, you guys had the strongest bond, this may come to a danger but everything will be alright." she ended and I was beyond shocked. Harry saved my life.
"Holy Merlin....." was all I could manage.
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The next few days were a drag, I ordered Harry to clean up and get himself back together, he listened and vists me for whole days at a time, the downside was I missed the Halloween feast, getting to go to a Death Day Party and since Sir Nick knows the reason, he vists me now- explaining it. Ron explained it as horrid, Hermione said it was unique, and Harry said interesting.
Winter is rolling around, meaning Chirstmas, meaning no Harry, meaning no fun. Everything in my world connects around my friends and family, now I know why I have such a temper when it comes to those things. Was I the only one who got the side-effect? Did anyone in my family tree get one? Questions swarmed and the first Quidditch game is coming around, I'm excited- I actually got to go to practices and myself and Harry were like secret weapons, even if I'm the quickest Chaser on the team.
I was sitting in my bed, reading Quidditch Though the Ages, when Harry burst in holding a package, both where large and bulky. "What the heck?" I said puzzled as my body was pushed forward, my hands grasping one of the packages. My fingers traced the card on both that read
You'll need these, make Gryffindor proud.
"Who've sent us these packages?" Harry asked getting to opening it. I gasped and ripped his hand back responded with "Wait." I grabbed my wand and casted a charm to make sure it was safe, it was not an advanced and strong charm but it would work for this purpose. Harry looked at me like I was a goddess when I said that. "Safe." I chuckled. We ripped open the packages and we both gasped in shock.
It was two brand-new Nimbus 2000's, I almost fainted at the sight of these fast, graceful broomsticks. "I-I can't even! Harry we have the newest and most wonderful brooms out there!" I cheered and Harry's smile was large that he was going to hurt his face soon. Harry suddenly picked my up, and spun us in circles. I started humming a Muggle song called 'We are the Campions' and Harry joined in. Soon we were belting out the song, ignoring Madam P. who put a sound-proof charm on her door.
"We are going to be awesome!" I smiled and our eyes met. I melted under his gaze, the amazing emerald orbs flickered with joy and passion, suddenly everything was silent, all the fun in the wing was gone and it just was me and Harry. I was still in his arms, bridal-style due to my shorter height and light weight, he was unaware of it. I made one swift movement and was standing, his arms dropped my his sides and I heard Madam P coming. I quickly said "Harry Potter, we are a good team." before kissing his cheek lightly, letting my lips stay for a moment, enjoying the spark I left. This was our moment, our memory.
"OUT! POTTER GO! LUPIN, BED! YOUR RIBS WILL ACHE!" Madam P yelled, breaking my kiss and Harry was now flushed scarlet and I was bright red. "Goodnight Harry." I whispered before he was shooed off by the nurse-that-ruins-everything.
Harry and I are bestfriends. Is it bad that it sounded like the wrong thing to say...Did I fancy Harry? I did enjoy his emerald orbs, the way we are so easy to click together, his passion for Quidditch, being modest about his fame, being noble, let's face it. I like everything about Harry James Potter.
I'm just scared, if I fall and he catches me, will we be able to be a normal couple?
"You need to stop thinking about Harry Potter and more about healing." Madam said and I quickly blushed and flipped over on my stomach, which was pain-worthy but I just drifted to sleep, trying to keep myself to forget about Harry. (Even if the boy was always the strongest bond I have)
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**HARRY'S POV**
I left the hospital wing, dazed and confused. Ember is going to be the death of me, she does not even know the effect she has on me. I love how she can be herself, I love her brains, her caring ness, her passion , her deep brown golden eyes, her shorter height, her love for everyone close to her. But I put her in danger, a part of me thinks that, if I give her my blood- she has my protection that my mother gave me, she is safe from them but one day things will go wrong and it will all crumble to the ground, at least I hope not- but this is my luck we're explaining.
I tried to ignore my mind, I focused on Ember's kiss, it was long but very sweet and gentle, she was so simple about it. Her lips warmed my cheeks, it sparked and burned where her perfect pink lips were, it was rather breathtaking and I think I was dazed because of that reason, but her dad- he thanked me, he was a best friend of my godfather and father, along with my mother...Her mum was awesome, Ember got most of her adventurous personality, she got most of her smarts from her father, since he was a huge bookworm. Then some traits are all her own.
Oh Merlin, I fancy Ember Hope Lupin...
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The reason behind her middle name is Rumus's mother was named Hope I think. I got that from the Harry Potter Wiki (which is one of many sources I use, along with a spell list I use...)
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