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
Diagon Alley
Chapter 5
I look about in wonder. I know it's my third time here so I really should be used to it by now but I'm not. The whole place is just so magical. Yes I know what you're thinking, it's only magic. But when you've grown up only having magic in storybooks, it's...Oh..I don't even know how to explain.
"Millimetre! Millimetre!" Fred calls in a sing song voice. "Let's try and sneak down knocturn alley!"
"Fred!" I admonish. "We aren't allowed down there! There are some dodgy characters down there! Also, you're parents are letting me stay; I'm not about to go behind their backs!"
"Spoilsport!" Fred fakes a pout and pokes me in the side. I giggle. Ginny comes over and takes me to the ice cream parlour. I get the two of us chocolate frog flavoured ice creams. I then buy two every flavour bean ice creams. I walk over to Fred and George and give them the ice creams.
"Aww! Thanks Emily. You didn't have too!" Fred says giving me a hug. Ginny stands behind me with her fist in her mouth, stifling giggles.
"No problemo!" I sing. Ginny and I round a corner and fall to the ground giggling. We quickly get up and walk away eating our ice creams quickly.
"Emily Petunia Potter!" George growls.
"You're dead," Ginny whispers to me giggling.
"Run! Save yourself!" I say quietly but dramatically. She giggles and runs. I feel a hand clasp over my eyes and I'm being lifted by my into the air. Suddenly, the person holding me is running.
"George," I giggle. "Put me down!"
He doesn't. That's strange; usually he'd put me down when I ask. Suddenly George thrusts me into a corner of a dark room. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see that it wasn't George who carried me. It was a man in a turban. Okay... This is getting weird. I hear a hoarse whisper but it isn't coming from the man in the turban. My scar throbs. I bring my knees to my chest and begin to shake.
"Yes, she will do perfectly," the hoarse whisper says. I'll do perfectly for what? I can think of many things that could potentially happen to me, none of them are good.
"What should I do with her, master?" The turbaned man asks.
The hoarse whisper speaks again, "Take action, you know what needs to be done."
I feel a shiver run down my spine and suddenly, my captor is on top of me. He takes out a rag of cloth and stuffs it in my mouth. I don't know why he didn't just use magic. Then, he takes out a knife and rolls up my sleeve. I try top cower away but he's bound me to the wall. He traces above my skin and then plunges it and cuts into my arm. I cry out but the gag muffles the noise. When he is done he holds out his wand.
"Obliviate," he says. My eyes go out of focus and then back into focus.
What just happened? Why am I here? I can feel something cold trickle down my arm. I look down and my breath hitches in my throat. Who did this to me and why haven't I noticed it before?
Slave of Voldemort.
"Millimetre! Millimetre!" Fred calls in a sing song voice. "Let's try and sneak down knocturn alley!"
"Fred!" I admonish. "We aren't allowed down there! There are some dodgy characters down there! Also, you're parents are letting me stay; I'm not about to go behind their backs!"
"Spoilsport!" Fred fakes a pout and pokes me in the side. I giggle. Ginny comes over and takes me to the ice cream parlour. I get the two of us chocolate frog flavoured ice creams. I then buy two every flavour bean ice creams. I walk over to Fred and George and give them the ice creams.
"Aww! Thanks Emily. You didn't have too!" Fred says giving me a hug. Ginny stands behind me with her fist in her mouth, stifling giggles.
"No problemo!" I sing. Ginny and I round a corner and fall to the ground giggling. We quickly get up and walk away eating our ice creams quickly.
"Emily Petunia Potter!" George growls.
"You're dead," Ginny whispers to me giggling.
"Run! Save yourself!" I say quietly but dramatically. She giggles and runs. I feel a hand clasp over my eyes and I'm being lifted by my into the air. Suddenly, the person holding me is running.
"George," I giggle. "Put me down!"
He doesn't. That's strange; usually he'd put me down when I ask. Suddenly George thrusts me into a corner of a dark room. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see that it wasn't George who carried me. It was a man in a turban. Okay... This is getting weird. I hear a hoarse whisper but it isn't coming from the man in the turban. My scar throbs. I bring my knees to my chest and begin to shake.
"Yes, she will do perfectly," the hoarse whisper says. I'll do perfectly for what? I can think of many things that could potentially happen to me, none of them are good.
"What should I do with her, master?" The turbaned man asks.
The hoarse whisper speaks again, "Take action, you know what needs to be done."
I feel a shiver run down my spine and suddenly, my captor is on top of me. He takes out a rag of cloth and stuffs it in my mouth. I don't know why he didn't just use magic. Then, he takes out a knife and rolls up my sleeve. I try top cower away but he's bound me to the wall. He traces above my skin and then plunges it and cuts into my arm. I cry out but the gag muffles the noise. When he is done he holds out his wand.
"Obliviate," he says. My eyes go out of focus and then back into focus.
What just happened? Why am I here? I can feel something cold trickle down my arm. I look down and my breath hitches in my throat. Who did this to me and why haven't I noticed it before?
Slave of Voldemort.
