there's no place like home
There's no place like home
there's no place like home
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Emerald Thropp is the daughter of Dorothy Gale. When her mother is over thrown by death eaters, Emerald resorts to the infamous magic shoes gifted to her mothe...
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The quidditch match went exactly how Emerald predicted it might.
Gryffindor had won, Harry had beat her to the snitch of course. All was fair in quidditch and brooms she supposed.
She was heading to dinner with the others that evening after the game. Thats when something, or rather someone caught her eye.
"Harry?" She said softly as she saw the boy stumbling up the stairs, something was visibly wrong.
"Why are you soaking wet- is that blood?" She asked. Harry looked to her, he was toting something in his arm, a book. It was his potions book. He looked to her, peering over his glasses.
"I have got to hide this book." He said. "What on earth happened..." "There's no time to explain." Harry said. "I have got to hide this book. Now." He said.
"Okay okay so you've got to hide the book. Big deal." "Will you help me?" His voice was desperate. Was Harry Potter really begging her for help with something as simple as hiding a book from someone.
"Yes." She finally agreed. "I'll help you." She said. "Good." Harry took her arm leading her up more stairs within the castle. "I know a good place to start." He added as he dragged her along.
"But first." Emerald countered, pulling him to a stop. Harry stumbled, nearly tripping and turned to look at her. "You're going to tell me exactly what just happened and what this is about." She demand. "You owe me that much." "Fine."
✮ ⊹₊ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆏 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊₊ ⊹ ✮
"So let me get this straight," Emerald said as they walked up and down a corridor, Harry had stopped talking and was obviously busy thinking about something else.
"You get this book, this text book that's Oz knows how old, there's mysterious writing inside of it from someone who claims to be 'the halfblood price' you have no idea who that is, but you decide against your better judgement to just do what the writing and this half blood prince says? And you even went as far as to use a spell in it, a spell that you had no idea what it did, on another student-" "A death eater, mind you," Harry snapped.
"Whatever, another student, while you had no idea what it did." "Yes." Harry replied flatly.
