The Five [hp rpg]

[Emma Weasley]

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The Five is a HP future role playing site based on a fan fiction that Schmergo wrote. The Marauderettes are in their fifth year. The Five include Haley, Emma, Jordan, Ivy, and Ted. Below is the first chapter of the fan fiction. We opened a while ago but we still need some cannons.

TED LUPIN: (he is the boyfriend of Ivy Malfoy and son of Remus Lupin. He is a wearwolf) You're extremely kind, easygoing, fun, and everyone loves being around you. Your warm manner and good sense of humour cause you to be well-liked, even popular, despite the fact that you can be a bit awkward and gawky. However, your go-with-the-flow attitude can cause some problems because you try to please everyone, which you can't always do, and you end up in a lot of dilemmas. You have a close connection with animals, and you like art (especially cartoons.)

TYRONE THOMAS: (he is the son of Dean Thomas and the late Padma Patil. He has a mutual crush on Emma) You come off as extremely confident, even arrogant, and it doesn't hurt that you're very, very good-looking and good at sports. You're very popular, especially with members of the opposite gender, and sometimes you have trouble finding time to spend with the people you really want to hang out with. Despite your confident appearance, you can be insecure, and you're easily offended. Family means a lot to you.

MARINE WEASLEY: You stand out from a crowd because of your stunning, radiant beauty (inner or outer). Despite this, you have a rather casual, tough, even tomboyish way of dressing and acting, and you don't like to be judged based on your looks. You have a quick tongue and a quick temper, so you get upset rather easily. You know your spells well, but you're not very good at logical reasoning. You have a wide range of friends.

DMITROVICH POLIOKOFF: You don't talk much and can appear overly serious or boring sometimes, but you're far from it. Most people see you differently from the way you really are-- because you were blessed with an exceptional mind (you've won many competitions and are a gifted potion-maker and a fluent speaker of numerous languages), people tend to think that's all there is to you. Secretly, you're extremely funny and interesting, if rather cynical at times.

GIORGI ANDERSON: You're an individual, and you look and act the way you want without caring about what others think. You have your own wacky style and personality, and you love sports and getting into mischief. Because you're so different from the crowd, you can feel left-out and don't always have a lot of friends-- but the ones you have are true blue and excellent people. You like to change your look around a lot, but it's always uniquely you. Sometimes you have problems differentiating between real life and fantasies.

ARDEN DUBOIS: You are extremely, extremely shy, self-concious, and withdrawn, but a lovely person. Because you feel ashamed of yourself, you try not to mingle with other people too much. You're an artistic soul, and love to write and draw, and you have an idealistic, imaginative temperament. You don't have much self-confidence, but once you do come out of your shell, it's hard not to like you. You get easily upset, being very sensitive.


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CHAPTER ONE: Everything’s Changed

Harry was struck dumb for an instant. Everything seemed to freeze in place-- the house became strangely quiet, and it seemed to him that even time stopped. Only the noises created by the children in the backyard indicated that the world wasn’t completely still. He could hear voices floating in from the open window:
“Hard to believe the summer’s nearly over, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but actually, I don’t mind it that much--going back to school, I mean.”
“What?! The Honorable Harriet-Lily Potter doesn’t mind going back to school? It’s a sign of the apocalypse!”
“She’s right, though. I’m actually looking forward to going back-- well, except for Potions with Zabini. This is going to be the best year ever.”
“Agreed.”
In the next room, one of the eight month old twins began to cry, and the sound caused Harry to snap back to reality. He looked back down again at the crumpled paper in his hand, the paper that had caused his shock. “How are we going to tell the kids?” he breathed.

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Number Seven, Griffin Circle, Godric’s Hollow, was a remarkable house-- a mansion, really, judging by its size and wealth. It had been Harry Potter’s home for the first year of his life, until it was reduced to ashes, along with his parents. But at the age of 23, his friends had rebuilt the place for him as a birthday surprise, and he’d now been living there with his family for the last fifteen years. An added bonus was that Ron and Hermione Weasley, his best friends, lived next door. Although the house was very large, it always seemed crowded-- very rarely was there a time when only Harry’s immediate family (he, his wife Ginny, their fourteen-year-old twins, and their eight-month-old twins) was there. The Weasleys from next door were usually around, accompanied by their daughter Emma; as were the Lupins from down the street, with their son Ted. (They had two older children, John and Christina, but they were rarely around.) And then there was Ivy, who practically lived with the Potters during the summer months. Ivy Malfoy.
Today, Haley and Jordan Potter, Emma, Ted, and Ivy, friends as close as five peas in a pod, were sprawled in the backyard of Number Seven. They weren’t doing much-- discussing various things and eating various sweets.
“Agreed,” Ted had just said in response to Emma’s comment about fourth year being the best ever. His voice cracked on the second syllable of the word-- it did that rather a lot lately. Physically, he’d changed a lot over the summer. Resembling a younger version of his father (though not as pale and sickly as his werewolf father had been) with shaggy light-brown hair and pale blue eyes, he had grown several inches and his features were slowly changing from the soft, delicate face of a boy, to the finely carved features of a young man. Personality-wise, he was the same as ever: mellow and easygoing, and possessing a light sense of humor. You couldn’t dislike Ted Lupin-- he was that kind of a person.
Ivy coiled her long, white-blonde braid around a finger. “What shall we do now?” she asked, and the others chorused, “Nothing!” Ivy bore all the signs of being a Malfoy-- she was pale and angular with a pointed face, narrow slate-grey eyes, and sharp features. But her eyes were softer, her smile kinder, and her cheeks pinker than those of her Malfoy relative, and her lips had never contorted themselves into a sneer. Unlike her sixth-year brother, Ophidias, she was not at all interested in the dark arts. She was a rather shy, studious girl who nevertheless had a bit of a mischievous streak, and a weakness for worrying too much about other people. Needless to say, she didn’t fit in too well with her family, and spent a good deal of time at Number Seven. Mr. Potter always said he could relate.
Suddenly, music filled the air. A high, clear voice was singing, “Summer days, driftin’ away, but uh-oh, those summer nights!” at the top of its lungs. Everyone turned to look at Haley (short for Harriet-Lily) Potter, who grinned and continued singing. Haley always seemed younger than she was-- it might have been because she was so hyperactive, simply bursting with energy. She loved to sing in public places, she enjoyed sugar, and was every inch the girly girl. She could also be a little bit too cheerful at times and adored getting on her twin brother’s nerves. But perhaps the misconception that she was younger than fourteen was caused by her appearance-- after all, she was smaller and skinnier than most people her age, with shiny black hair that fell to her shoulders and flipped up at the ends. She also had her father’s bright green eyes, but her features and freckles were pure Weasley.
“Shorty, do us all a favor and shut up before we all have to take a blood-replenishing draught for our burst eardrums,” instructed a low, flat voice. It was Jordan Potter, Haley’s twin brother (or ‘baby brother’ as she liked to call him, though she was only older by two minutes and sixteen seconds), speaking as he usually did. He’d taken to calling his sister “Shorty” lately, because although they’d been the exact same height for the first thirteen years of their life, he had recently gotten a few inches taller, though he was still rather small and skinny. Jordan physically resembled a male version of Haley, with his father’s untidy mop of hair. He wore contacts over his green eyes, though, rather than his old round glasses. This was because the one thing he hated more than anything else was being compared to his father, which happened often. He had a bit of an inferiority complex, and could be very moody at times and an insufferable know-it-all. But he was the top wizard in his year, and the best Gryffindor Seeker since his father, of which he was very proud.
Emma rolled over onto her stomach. “Toss me a chocolate frog, will you?” she requested lazily, and Haley obliged. Unlike her best friend, Emma looked older than 14. She was tall and was widely considered quite beautiful, especially by a certain Tyrone Thomas. Her hair fell down her back in thick waves of reddish brown, and she had large, dark-lashed brown eyes, enhanced by a little bit of makeup. Her teeth were very straight, and she had a smile that lit up her whole freckle-dotted face. But she was by no means shallow. Possessing quick wits and a quick temper, Emma was skilled at Quidditch (she was a chaser) and at using difficult spells and hexes. She and Haley, helped by Ivy, were the mistresses of mischief and mayhem at Hogwarts, a job she rather enjoyed.
Emma unwrapped the chocolate frog and checked the trading card. “Oh bugger. I keep getting your dad, Haley,” she laughed, and lay the card down next to her. It read:

“Harry Potter.
Known as ‘The Boy Who Lived,’ ‘The Chosen One,’ and ‘The Man Who Triumphed,’ he defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort twice, once at the age of one and again at the age of 17, and fought him several times. Today, he and his wife Ginny live in Godric’s Hollow with their four children. Mr. Potter, age 38, is the head auror for the Ministry of Magic and the head of the Order of the Phoenix, as well as an Order of Merlin, First Class. He was assisted in his second and final defeat of Voldemort by seven friends, known as the legendary ’Potter’s Eight,’ or simply, ‘The Eight.’”

The drowsy summer reverie was broken by Emma’s mother’s voice, calling from the house window. “Come inside, kids. We have to show you something.” Her tone wasn’t light and happy-- it sounded anxious, urgent, even scared. Emma had never heard her sound that way before, and it frightened her.

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The headline of the newspaper screamed, “DRACO MALFOY ESCAPED FROM AZKABAN!” After you dropped the paper in shock, you could read the rest of the article:

“DRACO MALFOY ESCAPED FROM AZKABAN!
Draco Malfoy, the ex-Death Eater best known for causing the deaths of hundreds when he blew up St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries ten years ago, has escaped from prison. He is armed and dangerous, having somehow procured his old wand, and the Ministry advises that you only go outside when absolutely necessary.
Unfortunately, it seems as though Malfoy will be the new Lord Voldemort of the 21st century. Rumored to be calling himself the Dark Master, it is said that he has already found a number of followers. The dementors of Azkaban also seem to have joined Malfoy’s ranks, though his wife, Pansy Malfoy, and two friends named Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were arrested today for helping Malfoy escape. No one is quite clear on how he managed to escape.
‘Malfoy is a very skilled dark wizard, and most likely insane,’ warned Minister of Magic Percival Weasley. “We are doing our best to keep the Wizarding World safe and hope to apprehend him quickly.’
The Prophet will be publishing updates every day, and anyone who believes they have any leads are urged to owl the Ministry at once.”

The five children stood in silence just as Harry had. Ivy’s father-- whom she hadn’t seen since the age of four-- was on the loose. Her mother was in prison. Their lives were in danger. Nothing would be the same. And the scariest part was the grim, frightened looks on the adults’ faces.
Ivy, who was usually rather reserved, burst into tears and hugged Ginny as she sobbed into her shoulder. Mrs. Potter stroked the girl’s blonde hair and held her like a little girl, whispering, “It’s all right, it’s all right.”
“But it isn’t all right,” Jordan said, his face unnaturally pale. “And it isn’t going to be!” He sounded as though he was trying his very best to keep himself from running around yelling and throwing things.
“Everything’s changed,” Emma said bitterly, trying to keep back tears herself. “Everything’s changed just like that.”

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It was two in the morning, but Harry couldn’t sleep. Malfoy’s escape from Azkaban had shaken him more than he dared let on in front of the kids. It wasn’t himself he was afraid for-- with Ivy growing up to be a Gryffindor and friends with the Potters and the Weasleys, Malfoy would obviously go after her first. Plus, he, Harry, had always been Malfoy’s nemesis as a boy, and Malfoy was smart; he knew that Harry would suffer more from watching others be tortured than he would from being tortured himself. Then there was Ron, too-- he had killed Lucius Malfoy in self-defense ten years ago, and Draco had wanted revenge ever since. In fact, Ron had broken his collarbone in an accident and had to go to St. Mungo’s a month after killing Lucius-- that was why Draco had blown it up, he was going after Ron. But luckily (for Ron, not Draco), Ron had left the hospital less than twenty minutes before the attack and he survived, though he’d always felt a bit guilty about it ever since.
Harry rolled over onto his side. He couldn’t see how Ginny could possibly be sleeping, and yet she was. Couldn’t she see that this would be like the days of Voldemort all over again? He had called a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix earlier that day (he was the head now) for the first time in over twenty years, and more people had joined beside the original ‘old crowd.’ Many of them, like Romilda Vane, had come just to get a glimpse of the so-called ‘Potter’s Eight,’-- Harry and Ginny Potter, Ron and Hermione Weasley, Remus and Nymphadora Tonks, and Neville and Luna Longbottom. At the meeting, Remus had announced that although Fenrir Greyback had died awhile back, Malfoy was likely to try and recruit more werewolves to join his ranks. As a result of this, he, Remus, was going to go back to live with the werewolves as he had twenty-two years before, which left the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching post open for the first time since Voldemort’s defeat.
And Harry had offered to take it. He didn’t know what had come over him-- as Head Auror, Malfoy’s escape meant that he’d have plenty of work to do at the Ministry. But a part of him knew that the students of Hogwarts were in danger, and that a bit of extra Auror protection would be useful. In a week, he’d be at Hogwarts, Professor Potter. The title sounded strange to him, even more so than ‘The Chosen One.’
For possibly the millionth time that day, he thought about Malfoy. He must have been wrong about him-- wrong to think that he wasn’t a cold-blooded killer, that he’d been pushed into joining the Death Eaters because it was the only future he knew of. Even at Hogwarts, when Malfoy had been only second to Voldemort (and occasionally third to Snape) as Harry’s least-favorite person in the world, Harry would have laughed if someone had informed him that Malfoy would grow up to be the Dark Lord. And he thought, for possibly the thousandth time that day, that maybe none of this would have happened if Ron hadn’t killed Lucius, that it was Ron who gave Malfoy the nerve to go to the Dark Side. Surely the murder of his parents, Cedric, Sirius, Dumbledore, and Hagrid had caused Harry to want revenge on Voldemort, gave him the strength to fight him. It was an uncomfortable thought, and he tried to push it out of his mind.
He focused instead on Ivy. He saw Malfoy’s young face every time he looked at her, and yet she was so unlike her father. What would “The Dark Master” do to this sweet, shy teenage girl? Would he try to kill her for betraying the family name? Or even worse, would he try to get her on the Dark Side? In any case, she wasn’t safe. And she had no parents now, as her mother, Pansy, was in prison, and Draco was hardly a fit parent. Now Ivy couldn’t keep revisiting her home for the first few days of every summer holiday. (She did this in order to keep up with current dark affairs, in case anything was going on in the way of evil schemes that Harry should know about, though her mother and brother didn’t know about that.) Her brother, Ophidias, would be of age in October and could get himself his own house, but Ivy was only fourteen and had no home.
Then Harry knew what he would do. He and Ginny would adopt Ivy, be the parents to her that they had acted like for the last three years. And after all, he reflected, he’d always wanted a big family after spending so much time with the Weasleys. Five children sounded like a good number. He only wondered what Ivy would think of all of this.

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