Emily Potter's Story
written by ♫Aequoreal♫
What if Harry had an older sister? What if she was famous and not him? Everything would be different, wouldn't it? (Feedback is very welcome! And I'm still updating!)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
26
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674
The Daring Escape
Chapter 3
9:59
One minute until I'm going to go for it. I probably could go now but I want to be sure. I've been in here for hours now, stuck in the place I thought I had been freed from. I have a plan though.
10:00
Time to put my plan to action then. I reach into my hair and take out the half milkmaid-braid. I pull out the hairpin and bend it. I fiddle around with it in the lock until I hear the satisfying click. I get out and work on unlocking the door of the smaller cupboard next to me. That's where my aunt and uncle lock away my school stuff when I come home. I know, they're lovely people!
Sure.
I grab out my quill, ink, parchment and envelopes. I then pick up Batty's cage. I head to the kitchen and sit down at the table.
Dear George,
My lovely aunt and uncle have locked me in the cupboard, again. I have just snuck out to write this letter. So I want to ask a favour of you. Please can you rescue me?
Please?
If you don't remember I live at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Please DO NOT do anything illegal, though, your parents can help. Please rescue me ASAP.
Love,
Emily.
That should suffice. I put it in an envelope.
"Batty, can you give this to George please?" I ask her, while opening the window. Before you think I'm crazy, magical animals understand human languages. Batty hoots and soars out of the window. I close it behind me. I get everything out of the smaller cupboard and shove it into my trunk. I squeeze my trunk in with me in my prison cell. I sigh and wait. I fall asleep at some point.
"Aaaaarghh!" I hear screaming and jerk awake with a start. That was four screams. I'm sure it was. I poke my head out my door and look to see what the commotion is.
The first thing I see is my uncle laid on the floor. Okay.... Weird. Then I see Harry. That's strange. I notice the door is open. What? I see a balding red head. Merlin's beard! I know what's going on. Harry must have come up with a plan to get his letter. Uncle Vernon must have guessed at what he was doing so came down to ensure poor Harry wouldn't get his letter. Coincidentally, George and Mr Weasley have come to get me.
I facepalm before dragging my trunk out into the back garden, shielded by the commotion. I exit through the back gate and sprint along to the Weasleys. I tap George on the shoulder. He sighs in relief and motions to his dad. I see Harry's cute little bewildered face and smile to myself. It won't be long before I see him and he'll know everything. Mr Weasley closes the door and I hold onto his arm ready for side-on apparation.
We arrive at the burrow. I take a long breath in and smile widely.
I'm where I belong.
One minute until I'm going to go for it. I probably could go now but I want to be sure. I've been in here for hours now, stuck in the place I thought I had been freed from. I have a plan though.
10:00
Time to put my plan to action then. I reach into my hair and take out the half milkmaid-braid. I pull out the hairpin and bend it. I fiddle around with it in the lock until I hear the satisfying click. I get out and work on unlocking the door of the smaller cupboard next to me. That's where my aunt and uncle lock away my school stuff when I come home. I know, they're lovely people!
Sure.
I grab out my quill, ink, parchment and envelopes. I then pick up Batty's cage. I head to the kitchen and sit down at the table.
Dear George,
My lovely aunt and uncle have locked me in the cupboard, again. I have just snuck out to write this letter. So I want to ask a favour of you. Please can you rescue me?
Please?
If you don't remember I live at Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Please DO NOT do anything illegal, though, your parents can help. Please rescue me ASAP.
Love,
Emily.
That should suffice. I put it in an envelope.
"Batty, can you give this to George please?" I ask her, while opening the window. Before you think I'm crazy, magical animals understand human languages. Batty hoots and soars out of the window. I close it behind me. I get everything out of the smaller cupboard and shove it into my trunk. I squeeze my trunk in with me in my prison cell. I sigh and wait. I fall asleep at some point.
"Aaaaarghh!" I hear screaming and jerk awake with a start. That was four screams. I'm sure it was. I poke my head out my door and look to see what the commotion is.
The first thing I see is my uncle laid on the floor. Okay.... Weird. Then I see Harry. That's strange. I notice the door is open. What? I see a balding red head. Merlin's beard! I know what's going on. Harry must have come up with a plan to get his letter. Uncle Vernon must have guessed at what he was doing so came down to ensure poor Harry wouldn't get his letter. Coincidentally, George and Mr Weasley have come to get me.
I facepalm before dragging my trunk out into the back garden, shielded by the commotion. I exit through the back gate and sprint along to the Weasleys. I tap George on the shoulder. He sighs in relief and motions to his dad. I see Harry's cute little bewildered face and smile to myself. It won't be long before I see him and he'll know everything. Mr Weasley closes the door and I hold onto his arm ready for side-on apparation.
We arrive at the burrow. I take a long breath in and smile widely.
I'm where I belong.
