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
Questions with no answers
Chapter 6
"Emily!" George calls. I can hear the worry in his voice.
"Yeah!" I call back. George enters and turns on the light. He sees my pale tear-streaked face.
"Oh my! What's happened to you? We've been worried sick. George and I went over to Ginny to get revenge on you two for those ice creams but you weren't there. Ginny said she'd ran away when the two of you heard us calling, but the thing is, we never called! Ginny's in a right state feeling guilty for abandoning you," George explains.
"I don't know," I say truthfully. I feel a tear roll out of my eye. I roll up my sleeve silently and George gasps.
"Did you..? Did you see...him?" George asks.
"I don't know!" I scream in frustration. "I think, I think they might have used a memory charm on me."
"Emily..." he says. I run up to him and thrust my arms around his neck. It's hard because he's so tall but I manage. "Do you think he can control you now?"
"Honestly? I have no idea and that scares me," I answer.
"We should probably head back to the others. They'll be worried," George says.
"Yeah sure. Georgie? Can I ask a favour? Can we not tell anyone about this?" I gesture to my arm. George hesitates. "I will at some point. I just..."
"I understand," George says. "You're gonna tell Ginny and Fred though, right?"
"'course I will," I roll my eyes. "As if I could keep anything from them. Just not Mum, or Mr Weasley or Bill, Charlie, Percy or Ron."
"Deal, my little Millimetre," he says. I giggle and we link arms. I notice that we walk out of knocturn alley and shudder. I see the Weasleys and try to run to them. I'm so weak from the torture though that I stumble and fall into George's arms.
"Emily!" Mum squeals. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where've you been?"
Poo. I forgot that there'd be questions. I'm a complete and utter rubbish liar. George, however is well practiced in the art of lying (as he calls it).
"You know how Emily has these fainting spells. She fainted on the street and Madam Malkin took her into the second floor of the shop. She's fine now; just a little weak," George lies smoothly.
"Oh dearie, come here we'll go home and sort you out with some sugar," Mum says.
"That sounds great," I say, my voice breaking. Mum holds me tight and apparates me back. She explains when we get back that there was no way I was going to get the floo in this state.
"Yeah!" I call back. George enters and turns on the light. He sees my pale tear-streaked face.
"Oh my! What's happened to you? We've been worried sick. George and I went over to Ginny to get revenge on you two for those ice creams but you weren't there. Ginny said she'd ran away when the two of you heard us calling, but the thing is, we never called! Ginny's in a right state feeling guilty for abandoning you," George explains.
"I don't know," I say truthfully. I feel a tear roll out of my eye. I roll up my sleeve silently and George gasps.
"Did you..? Did you see...him?" George asks.
"I don't know!" I scream in frustration. "I think, I think they might have used a memory charm on me."
"Emily..." he says. I run up to him and thrust my arms around his neck. It's hard because he's so tall but I manage. "Do you think he can control you now?"
"Honestly? I have no idea and that scares me," I answer.
"We should probably head back to the others. They'll be worried," George says.
"Yeah sure. Georgie? Can I ask a favour? Can we not tell anyone about this?" I gesture to my arm. George hesitates. "I will at some point. I just..."
"I understand," George says. "You're gonna tell Ginny and Fred though, right?"
"'course I will," I roll my eyes. "As if I could keep anything from them. Just not Mum, or Mr Weasley or Bill, Charlie, Percy or Ron."
"Deal, my little Millimetre," he says. I giggle and we link arms. I notice that we walk out of knocturn alley and shudder. I see the Weasleys and try to run to them. I'm so weak from the torture though that I stumble and fall into George's arms.
"Emily!" Mum squeals. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where've you been?"
Poo. I forgot that there'd be questions. I'm a complete and utter rubbish liar. George, however is well practiced in the art of lying (as he calls it).
"You know how Emily has these fainting spells. She fainted on the street and Madam Malkin took her into the second floor of the shop. She's fine now; just a little weak," George lies smoothly.
"Oh dearie, come here we'll go home and sort you out with some sugar," Mum says.
"That sounds great," I say, my voice breaking. Mum holds me tight and apparates me back. She explains when we get back that there was no way I was going to get the floo in this state.
