Tragedy

It was done, over. Their intent of rescuing Sirius had failed, and he instead was murdered and by none other than Bellatrix Black, one of Emma's old family friends. More of her parents' friends that her own, but either way, she hated knowing the fact that Bellatrix was a relation to her, especially now.

Harry took the death of his godfather worse than anyone, even their old professor, Remus Lupin, who had been Sirius's mate when they went to school here. Lupin had always been strong in situations like these, but Emma knew he hurt more inside than he showed.

There was only one thing proved by their quest, and that was the fact that Voldemort was indeed back, and alive. Emma took no comfort in this, as none of them did. He was the reason her parents were murdered, he was the reason Harry was in so much pain now, he was the reason for the chaos in their world... and he was the reason they had to stop the evil that was slowly taking over.

A Start of a Journey

Emma sighed, looking at her reflection in the girl's bathroom down by the Slytherin common room. She glanced at her side seeing a small satchel filled with some extra clothes, a few items of food, and the picture of her parents. If things were to go wrong, she didn't want to have left that picture behind. She wanted to "die with them."

The order was to meet Luna outside the Gryffindor common room at 8 o'clock to group with the other Gryffindors in the D.A. Tonight was the night they'd be saving Sirius Black from the Ministry. Emma couldn't have been anymore nervous. The only other times she remembered shaking this badly was the night her parents were killed, the day she tried out for Quidditch, and the evening of the Third Task in the Triwizard Tournament. But this was much, much different. This task tonight would risk her enrollment at Hogwarts, being put in prison, and, most importantly, it would risk her life.

She took a deep breath, watching the mirror fog slightly as she slowly let the air out. She grabbed the satchel from the ground, opened the doors to the bathroom, and headed up to the Gryffindor common room.

Luna was already waiting outside, looking dazed as usual. Emma noticed she still had her quill in her ear. She wouldn't possibly be needing that, would she? They wouldn't be doing any writing...

"Luna... you've got something still on your ear..." Emma hinted.

"I know," Luna replied, her eyes wide and plastered to Emma's face. Emma stared back at her, confused, but shrugged and went to knock on the door to the common room.

"Password?" the portrait of a Fat Lady sang. Taken aback, Emma leaped over to where Luna was standing.

"I see you're pretty dodgy right now..." Luna said.

"Really? How could you tell?" Emma said sarcastically.

"Well, the way you jumped away when she was just asking for the-"

"Luna, I was joking," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh..."

But Emma didn't need to explain to the Fat Lady that she didn't know the password, for at that very moment, the door swung open, revealing Harry.

"Come on," he said, opening it further for them to both go through.

They'd be riding brooms from Gryffindor Tower to the Ministry of Magic, or that was the plan Harry had in mind for the group. It was cold that night, and a broomride wasn't exactly what people were expecting, but as they all mounted the brooms and their adrenaline started rushing, they soon forgot about it being chilly.

"Ready? After me," Harry said, hopping out the window and taking off on his broom. He was using the same kind of broom as the rest of them, knowing his Firebolt would be too quick for them to keep up.

One by one, they filed out after him. Emma was right behind Harry and soon noticed that he was going the wrong way.

"Harry! The Ministry is that way!" Emma called to him, pointing to the left of where they were currently heading.

"The Department of Mysteries is not," came his quiet reply. She then noticed that she was probably being a little too loud so this time she lowered her voice slightly.

"Okay... but that one has more guards," she advised.

"They have guards at all the places," Luna responded in a weary voice.

Ron finally made a helpful remark. "Guys, let's just get there," he said. Emma nodded in agreement and pressed on following Harry.

{{More to come most likely, I'm just basing my narrations off Harry's for a while.}}

Still

So what was new in the life of Emma Dobbs lately? Sorry to say that not much has been exciting in her life lately. She was still mending some relationships with friends, she was still single, she was still hating being single, she was still dreading finals, she was still pleading with time to make summer come sooner, and she was still... still what?

Emma never realized how incredibly dull her life was until now. The one thing she was looking forward to was fighting Voldemort with Harry. She had no idea what possessed her to ask him if she could go, but she was itching to stand up to the Dark Lord.

She glanced down at her forearm and rubbed the spot under her sleeve where her Dark Mark was concealed. Yes, it was definitely time to get back at him....

Until then, she waited... still.

{{Sorry it's crap right now, everyone. I'm having a really hard time updating with finals going on this week and part of next. I'll do my best to get on, but don't expect anything special for my posts.}}

It's good to see you smile

Emma sat in the Slytherin common room, scanning over a Potions book. She was really worried about final exams, which was strange for her, because she never normally was this anxious about them. Perhaps it was the fact that she was going to have to take O.W.L.S.

Aside from that, her Occlumency lessons had worked. She became closer with Snape through the process and he helped her overcome her thoughts of Ryan. Snape never erased all of the memories, he left a few, of just before she and Ryan had met. So Emma would still think he might exist, but to her, he wouldn't now be anyone she'd just "walk up to." But not erasing every memory was Snape's mistake. It didn't seem like one now, but it would soon turn into one huge mess.

Emma had no idea of this upcoming "mistake." For now, she pondered over what could possibly be on her O.W.L.S. and hoped someone would come into the common room and save her from the torment of studying.

Her wish was granted, for at that moment, Draco strolled into the room.

"Hey, Emma," he said, plopping down on the couch next to Emma. Draco and Emma had gotten passed the mishap in Paris and were now becoming good friends again.

"Hey, thank God you came. If I look at one more Potion ingredient, I think I might shoot something."

Draco slid a little further away from her.

"I won't shoot you!" Emma quickly added, realizing what Draco took her statement as. He chuckled a bit. Now that was something Emma hadn't seen for a while, Draco's smile. Even if it would only last for a short while, she was glad it was back.

{{I know it's not much, but again, I have NO plot for Emma. Help please?}}

Memories

{{Guess who's back? Haha. The play went really well, and now I actually have time to start updating again! Yay! Thanks for waiting for me!}}

Emma could tell the Occlumency lessons were really working. She would lay awake in her bed at night, trying to think about memories of Ryan and herself, but all she could remember was having memories, but not what those memories were. She couldn't tell if she was liking this or not, after all, he was her first love, the person she'd do anything for. She may be forgetting her memories of him, but could she forget her love for him?

At the same time, she knew this would be for the best. Why dwell on the feeling of love, especially if it's for someone you can never be with? No, this would be better for her- she hoped.