Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction

dobby's warning part 17

After a while though Emma began to worry, she wasn't sure where Harry and Dobby had gone or whether they were still in the house. Then she heard a scream and a man, she assumed was the male the Dursley's invited round for dinner, loudly mentioned something about birds and jokes. A few minutes later she heard a figure walking up the stairs, a heavy figure judging by the sounds of creaking. The next second he appeared with Harry being dragged by his arm. Vernon threw Harry into the bedroom, causing the 12-year-old to tumble onto the floor.

"Harry!" Emma rushed to help her brother up.

"Shut-up!" barked Vernon "I've had it with the pair of you. I'm locking you up. You will never go to that school, you will never ever see another freak again."

Vernon slammed their bedroom door and locked it.

"Harry what happened?" she said. She was scared, the last time her uncle was this angry was when he tried to deny her food several months ago.

"Dobby!" said Harry pulling himself up off the floor "He cast a charm on Petunia's cake. It was hovering around the kitchen by the time I caught up with him. He tried to make me promise not to go back to Hogwarts. I refused. He dropped the cake on the floor."

"So that's why Uncle Vernon is doing this because you ruined his dinner?"

"Partly, he probably still could have managed something if that damn owl didn't choose to fly in front of Mrs Mason." Said Harry he gave Emma a letter.

The contents basically was a written warning from the Ministry warning him that use of magic outside of school could result in him being expelled.

Life at Privet drive hit an all new low for the Potters, and considering Emma had spent nearly a year with the only regular decent company being Hedwig, that was saying something. The day after the Masons had run away Vernon had taken a great deal of joy in sneering at the Potters in their locked room while he screwed a set of iron bars to their window, and a slightly diminished but still strong feeling of joy fitting a cat flap to the door, for small portions of food to be passed through. Though when that was going to be was questionable, it had been two days since the Potters had been locked up, only being let out twice a day each to use the bathroom, and no food had passed through the flap.

This in many ways was worse that things were up until a year ago, because while the Dursley's did starve the Potters they always reluctantly fed them again when their stomachs started to rumble. Emma's stomach had been rumbling every so often since a few days before Harry returned home from School, Harry's stomach, after a few days to began to rumble as well. They were both so hungry by this stage that every time there stomachs rumbled it really began to hurt and their stomachs chose to rumble every time they moved ever so slightly. Both Potter children had taken to lying on their backs on their beds, simply to avoid much movement.

Hedwig had began protesting more and more at her current predicament, not only was she denied her freedom but she too was denied food as Harry had nothing to feed her.

It was now late in the evening, when Petunia's hand put a tray filled with two bowls of porridge and two glasses of water. Harry scrambled over, gave one bowl and one glass to Emma and took his own bowl and glass and shifted some of the contents into Hedwigs food and water trays, causing her to glare at him.

"There's no use turning your beak up at me Hedwig that's all we've got."

The following day at noon the siblings received two bowls full of mushroom soup and another glass of water. And the evening afterword's the bowls were filled with Porridge again. Each time the portions were so small, the fact that Harry shared what little he had with his owl didn't help, and both of their stomachs growled painfully in protest throughout the days. When the next bowl of soup was passed through the door Emma insisted that she share her meals with Hedwig. But realistically speaking they couldn't keep this up much longer. By their estimates, unless they chose to let Hedwig starve to death, both Potters themselves would be very ill by the time the 1st September came around.

"Do you think help will be able to come?" said Emma weakly on their fifth night, she was under her covers now, her brother was just looking out some pyjamas to change into when she asked.

"Yeah, if nothing else Hagrid will come here the day after 1st September and break the doors down. Then he'll bring us back to Hogwarts, course I'll be in deep trouble, you know for not being able to do my homework."

"Surely they'd let you off."

"Snape wouldn't!" said Harry darkly

Emma turned to look away from Harry. Tears had started forming in her eyes. After all this time, she still wouldn't get to see Hogwarts for the first time, like a normal First Year would, she wouldn't be able to go with her brother down Diagon Alley and her stupid stomach ached like someone was rubbing sand paper against the inside of her flesh.

But despite having been separated from her for a year, Harry still knew how to sense his sister's feelings, nobody understood Emma Potter better than Harry Potter. He put his Pyjamas down then went over, plopped himself down on his sisters bed, reached down and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Emma I know this is hard, but I promise you the Wizarding World, for all its faults, is truly amazing. There are people there who care about me, who care about you, who care about both of us." He was now comfortably rubbing her shoulders.

Emma silently let her tears flow, she couldn't risk making to much noise otherwise Vernon might wake up.

"Why does this have to happen to us?" asked Emma "What have we ever done wrong? Why do we..."

"Ssh!" interrupted Harry "Emma you said yourself last year, the Dursley's hate us and they probably always will. Please Emma don't judge the rest of the world on what the Dursley's are like. This is happening to us because they are our only living relatives. I told you, we'd find our place in the world, I think it's in the Wizarding World and I think they want us in that world."

Emma smiled "I am glad I have you back, Harry."

Harry smiled, he lent down and kissed her temple and whispered in her ear "You'll always have me Emma. Always."

Harry ever faithful to and protective of his dear little sister stayed at her bedside until she was sound asleep, and for quite some time after words too. He watched her sleeping for a few minutes and his mind went back to what he saw in the Mirror of Erised, or rather who he saw. He truly saw the image of his own mother in Emma. He vowed never to seek out that mirror again. He didn't need to either. Just before he left the Hospital wing at the end of the school year Hagrid had given him Emma's Gringott's key and an album with pictures of their parents, and also pictures of him and Emma. There was unfortunately less than half-a-dozen of Emma because so few people knew about her and she was only two months old when they were orphaned. But there was one picture in particular which showed James and Lily sitting side by side on a sofa with a baby Harry and a baby Emma sitting on their parents laps and Harry reaching over to 'investigate' the strange life form that was snugly imbedded in his mothers arms while Emma's inquisitive hands 'investigated' Harry's fingers and nose. Harry desperately wanted to show Emma. But while he was imbedding himself in her arms after 300 days, his Aunt had removed all his "non-freakish clothes" and locked everything else he owned in the cupboard under the stairs. Emma had not seen the Album yet and was really devastated when the Dursley's refused to let Harry get even that from the cupboard.

Harry was brought out of his musings when a light passed over the bedroom window. He couldn't believe what he saw. But nevertheless words were exchanged between Ron Weasley and his best friend Harry Potter