Wit beyond measure

Ravenclaw Alumni - Auror - Teacher

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IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

character name: Emmeline Vance

age & birthday: 26 years, October 10th

pronouns: She/Her

blood status: Half-Blood

occupation: auror

faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

positive traits: clever, loyal, skilled, observant, cool

negative traits: blunt; workaholic; obsessive; aloof.

KEY POINTS / BIOGRAPHY

childhood and hogwarts years:

Tw: suicide & depression

Emmeline’s childhood was far from perfect. When she was five, her mother left her home and moved to Ireland to fight alongside the IRA and never returned, leaving a young Emmeline and her father all to themselves. As a heartbroken single dad, Everett Vance, spend as little time at home as he could. The apple of his eye was too similar to the woman he loved and he just couldn’t stand it. So Emmeline was raised mostly by her grandmother, a famous seer and prophecy maker, in Liverpool.

In spite of all that, Emmeline was raised in the best of both worlds. While she absorbed the magical culture like a sponge, she also went to school with muggles until she got her Hogwarts letter.

Even as a kid, her grandmother always said that was destined to great things. And, as usual, she was right. In school she passed all her classes with flying colors, not only because she enjoyed studying, but because she has a prodigious memory.

It was at the end of her fourth year that her world crumbled down. She didn’t think much of the way her grandmother hugged her when she took the train back to Hogwarts after the Christmas break, nor did she know it would be the last time she would see her. On February 14th, just when Emmeline was having her first Valentine’s Day date and her first kiss with that cute Hufflepuff guy she fancied so much, Death Eaters bursted into her family home, looking for Delia Vance, but all they found was her lifeless body. The woman saw her imminent death in a vision and decided it to do it in her own terms and not give the Death Eaters the satisfaction nor the opportunity to torture her.

Her grandmother’s death brought a new side of Emmeline, a sadder one, a gloomier one. For the first following months, she isolated herself from her friends. She spent her free time in bed, sleeping and crying, she quite the quidditch team and stopped going to any social event.

It sometimes seemed as if the pain wouldn’t go away but increase, it was maddening and disheartening. But they say that time heals everything and one day Emmeline got out of bed. With one step at the time, life went on, but the pain would always remain. There are times when an overwhelming rush of sadness and depression will hit her and she might disappear for a few days, but then it would become more manageable and she would carry on.

II. during the first wizarding war:

It was such an easy decision to become an auror, to the point where it was no other alternative. She was her mother’s daughter and has a strong sense of commitment to political causes. Not that she approved what her mother did, but the two shared the same passion.

Some of her closest friends were muggleborns, her mother was a muggleborn, and what Voldemort stand for was just wrong, so there was no way she would stay put. With time she realized that working for the Auror office wasn’t enough, so she also joined the Order of the Phoenix. Having the training was useful, but also being able to obtain intelligence from within the Ministry was an even a greater advantage.

Emmeline was an active member of the Order, always willing to go on missions and even help training the new recruits.

III. where are they now?:

The end of the war was something that left an uncomfortable void in Emmeline. Don’t get her wrong, she was happy, relieved and she could breathe properly. But now what? What was she supposed to do now? Now she had to focus on herself, now she had to stop ignoring all her issues and actually deal with them.

The war forced her to grow up so quickly that she had missed so much. All those years that were supposed to be filled with fun and joy were wasted in a stupid war.

Now Emmeline still works as an Auror, but she also teaches in the Academy. She’s not an ambitious person; she doesn’t plan on climbing any ranks, but more like living a life that she’s proud of and try to make a difference in this world.

She also took this time to work on herself, on reconnecting with aspects of her old life that she had neglected, like painting, rebuilding her relationship with her father and maybe even finding her mother.

ANYTHING ELSE

Emmeline has a dog that follows her around almost everywhere, a border collie named Morrison. Not only that, but she trained him herself to help her at work and tracking things. He saw how the muggle police uses them and felt it was a great idea. Plus, he’s great company, especially when she’s going through one of her sad moments.

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“Yes, an office, Ms. Vance, not a boudoir.” Minerva believed strongly in a productive work-life balance, even if she may not seem that way inclined at first glance. Right now though she suspected Ms. Vance required a moment or two for reorientation before being quizzed on her work habits, and she wasn’t so stern as to begin right away. Instead, Minerva accepted the offer for a drink requesting a tea, and then turned sharply on her heel to step outside of the office. In full view much of the second floor she spoke in a voice that left no expectation of an argument.    

“Ms. Vance’s afternoon shall be taken up in my company; should you have any business with her, kindly redirect the queries to Alastor Moody.” With a private smile of satisfaction, she returned to the room, closed the door and accepted her tea. “Thank you,” With a wave of her want a rather battered looking tin appeared on Emmeline’s desk, “Have a cup yourself, and a biscuit,” Stern, but well-meaning, chats always came with tea and biscuits.  

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Professor McGonagall had always been her favorite, she had been quite motherly to her back in school and it seemed that she was still doing it now. “It was a long shift and I had to be early here today, I was too tired to go back home” she explained herself, figuring she didn’t particularly care about her explanations, but giving them anyways.

Emmeline summoned the kettle, filled it with her wand and applied a heating spell. She then waved her hand and summoned two cups of tea. Clearly she was a highly accomplished witch, she just didn’t have the need to brag about it. Non-verbal and wandless magic were he current obsession and she was practicing with every little thing she could. “He’s going to make me run double because of that” she sighed tiredly as she fixed the tea for the two of them and then took out a box with her favorite biscuits from one of her drawers, too tired to say she wasn’t hungry at all. “Sugar? Lemon? Milk?” She then asked softly.

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“Well, Harry is safe and Voldemort is dead, so it wasn’t really like that, was it?” She shook her head slowly. “You could’ve gone to Dumbledore, to Alastor. I mean, if you really cared, but I guess you didn’t, which I suppose it’s fine, you don’t have to care, but if that’s the case, you shouldn’t pretend you did or that you were doing some great gesture for the sake of humanity by selling a baby to a fucking psychopath” she deadpanned. One of the things that she learned with time is that she didn’t negotiate with terrorists, especially because Death Eaters were power hungry and pathological liars.       

In the end, she supposed that what hurt her the most that he didn’t value friendship and family as much as the rest seemed to do. Emmeline may no be friends with everyone in the Order, but being part of that made her connect with people. She felt so in sync with most of them, whether it was Sirius or Remus, or Marlene, or the Longbottoms… there was something that united them all. She didn’t really answer to his comment because she was not going to invalidate his feelings, but she didn’t feel sorry for him in the slightest.

“See, I don’t really buy that, because we all have a choice, you just chose what worked best for you” she shook her head slowly. Emmeline looked at him as if she was looking at a total stranger and an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over her. Not only he almost ruined everyone’s life, but he was playing the victim and expected some reward on it? “Yeah…” she said simply, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him ever again after this. Emmeline was in the process of keeping the people that she loved and cared for around her life. For toxicity, she already had her father coming in and out. “Are you ready? We need to leave” she said coldly. 

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“And who ever would have bet on that happening?” he asked quietly, “Nets were closing in, more people being taken, being tortured every day. I just wanted it to stop. And I had a way of doing that. Do you think the Death Eater’s would’ve taken me in? Embraced me? Offered any kind of reward for doing what I’d done?” he shook his head, “Never. But this would have been an end. An end we all saw coming.” The Dark Lord’s defeat wasn’t expected, it was a lucky stroke that’d saved the world from a terrible fate. But him doing what he did might’ve saved lives too.

“No.” Peter shook his head, “That isn’t true. There are sometimes no good choices; if you’ve never been in a situation like that then you’re luckier than you realise. Sometimes it’s kill, or be killed, let a few die, or let hundreds die. It’s never good, but there is a lesser evil.” And that’s what he’d wanted so desperately; the Dark Lord ruling would’ve been monstrous, but a war spanning years with an incalculable death toll? Wouldn’t that have been more monstrous still?

“If I knew what I did now, I’d have made a different choice. But I did what I thought would save the most lives at the time.” And he believed that, he truly did; there was no way Peter would’ve been cleared through interrogations with Moody, with Bones, if he hadn’t (on some level) genuinely thought he’d done what he could. “I’ll never expect any of you to see it that way. But it’s the truth.” He lifted a small bag from the table and nodded. One more encounter, one more fight, finished. He hadn’t expected any different. It was a small life, coming back to be reviled, but better than a life on the streets, or no life at all.

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Minerva’s wasn’t an uncommon face around the law department in the ministry; she’d only worked there for a handful of years after leaving Hogwarts but the impression she’d left was still felt by those who’d worked with her; one particular occasion of her dressing down a senior staff member as though he were an errant school boy was always a favourite story. Right now she was on her way back to the school following a brief consultation when an ajar door caught her interest, as did the young lady fast asleep on her settee.

She opened the door fully and stepped inside, “Ms Vance, I do believe those are to be used for your visitors during meetings. One tends to use a bed for nap, and neither should be done in the workplace.” Just what had this girl been doing now?

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Emmeline was a responsible person and she always have her five hundred percent to every task she was given. She took her job very seriously, so whenever she had one of her episodes and disappeared for a while, she would feel so guilty about it that she would overwork. It was a vicious cycle, she would over work, sleep on the couch for a few hours until it finally caught up with her and go back home and sleep as she should, and get back on track until the next episode happens. Right now, Emmeline was in the middle of said cycle. 

For a brief moment, she though she was still dreaming when she saw her former Professor standing there. “Well, this is my office, Professor” she murured, rubbing her tired eyes. “I am sure I am able to use my own furniture in my own office after hours” she murmured as she quickly folded her blanket. “What brings you here? Can I get your something to drink, some tea perhaps?” she offered with a tired but genuine smile.

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It wasn’t unusual for Emmeline to work more hours than expected, her shifts were long and she had plenty of papers to grade. She had even fixed her office at the Ministry for when she needed to crash for a while. Not that she lived far, but sometimes it was pointless to go home for less than two hours. So here she was, with Morrison sleeping peacefully on his cot and she was wrapped in blanket and sleeping in the couch of her office. Or at least she was until the door bursted open, making her immediately open her eyes. “What?” She murmured annoyed and still wrapped in her blanket.

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“Yes it was.” he said with a nod, “And if I needed to I’d do it again. Because there was a choice; a baby or the world.” He’d made it very clear what He’d do to achieve his goals. Peter couldn’t hid that he knew where Lily, James and Harry were, only the location itself. The Dark Lord had told him with a stillness that still haunted his dreams, that Peter could tell him, or he could not. And if he didn’t, then He’d gather every Order member, every muggle, every half-blood and every muggleborn and they would die, one after another after another and all their blood would be on his hands. The world, or a baby… It was no decision at all. Once again he’d had no choice.

“It’s not a story, it’s the truth.” His friends were all he’d had and he didn’t want to lose them but- they’d go an fight and he’d stay behind, proven the weak link, unworthy of them because he couldn’t keep up, he’d be alone in the world again without them and crumble away to nothing. Not that it ultimately mattered, he’d lost them either way. “And you think it didn’t hurt me?” he asked, shaking his head, “You all seem to think I skipped away to tell secrets with a smile on my face, you have no idea.” He’d never known safety since joining the war, he’d been torn between two sides with Him knowing his every thought; the moment he’d caught Peter in the forest the Order’s identities were out. It was only by volunteering information he could try and curtail some of the destruction, some of the pain and what did that amount to in the end? Nothing.

“I would give anything for things to have turned out differently; but there was nothing I could do, I’ve never had a choice.” The only decision he could make was no decision at all. “I know that. But many who suffered and survived are living lives now and that’s all I want.” A life, a home, a chance at building something that wouldn’t be taken away from him. “I suffered enough, enough to earn what I now have. And once this is over, I doubt you’ll ever see me again.” And yes, he would miss her, he missed them all deeply and truly; but things could never be the same, just one more beloved thing the war stole from him.      

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“Well, Harry is safe and Voldemort is dead, so it wasn’t really like that, was it?” She shook her head slowly. “You could’ve gone to Dumbledore, to Alastor. I mean, if you really cared, but I guess you didn’t, which I suppose it’s fine, you don’t have to care, but if that’s the case, you shouldn’t pretend you did or that you were doing some great gesture for the sake of humanity by selling a baby to a fucking psychopath” she deadpanned. One of the things that she learned with time is that she didn’t negotiate with terrorists, especially because Death Eaters were power hungry and pathological liars.

In the end, she supposed that what hurt her the most that he didn’t value friendship and family as much as the rest seemed to do. Emmeline may no be friends with everyone in the Order, but being part of that made her connect with people. She felt so in sync with most of them, whether it was Sirius or Remus, or Marlene, or the Longbottoms... there was something that united them all. She didn’t really answer to his comment because she was not going to invalidate his feelings, but she didn’t feel sorry for him in the slightest.

“See, I don’t really buy that, because we all have a choice, you just chose what worked best for you” she shook her head slowly. Emmeline looked at him as if she was looking at a total stranger and an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over her. Not only he almost ruined everyone’s life, but he was playing the victim and expected some reward on it? “Yeah...” she said simply, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him ever again after this. Emmeline was in the process of keeping the people that she loved and cared for around her life. For toxicity, she already had her father coming in and out. “Are you ready? We need to leave” she said coldly. 

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“Because it’s so easy to care after the fact.” he said quietly, “At the time there were no questions, no check-ins. And you, like everyone else should stop acting as though you understand situations you were never a part of,” he sniffed and looked away, voice going softer still, “You don’t know what he said… what was going to do. It was the lesser evil.”

He shook his head, “That’s something else you don’t know about. And one more reason you’ve no place to look down your nose at me.” She didn’t know about the other’s who turned down or not been offered the role of secret keeper. He’d asked to not be considered, told them he wasn’t the best for it but they hadn’t listened. If he said no they’d have been suspicious, and by saying yes they were damned; either way everything came falling down around him. “I did not.” he bit out, still never raising his voice, “I didn’t start a war, I didn’t to fight in it, it was join up or be left alone and defenceless, I was dead either way. And because I didn’t want to die now I’m a bigger monster than people we both know aren’t rotting in Azkaban.” he looked into her eyes, something he’d always struggled with before, “Do you really think I’d be sitting here now, lightly scolded, if Amelia Bones, if Alastor Moody had any grounds to put me in a cell? I’m not one of the Sacred Twenty Eight with money and resources.

He chuckled and looked down, the fight leaving him as quickly as it came, “So easy to say when the war’s over, Emmeline. You’ll never know what you would have done, and you can stand there stating your courage till the sun sets but you’ll still never know.” Pushing up from the table he moved past her to the fireplace and took a small handle of floo powder, “So if you’ve got what you need to say out of your system, we need to go; unless you’d rather explain why I’m late to your boss?”  

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“Or maybe you should stop projecting” just because he felt he could share information with Death Eaters, it didn’t mean he had the right to assume everyone would act like he did. She knew Sirius would’ve never done that, she knew she wouldn’t do that, nor Alastor or so many people. “Selling a baby to Voldemort was the lesser evil... you have no soul” she murmured, shaking her head not with anger but disappointment and sadness.

“Right, well, I’ll keep on doing whatever I want so” she shrugged her shoulders. If he had something to say, then he better say it, if he had an issue with her or someone in the Order, then he should say it, not hide behind the secrecy and expect everyone to feel sorry for him. “No one forced you to join any side, plenty of our friends remained neutral and survived. And the worst part is that no one would’ve judged you for that... but that seems to be the story you want to believe” most likely to justify himself. “I think you are failing to understand that your betrayal goes beyond what families like the Lestrange did... we weren’t friends with them, we didn’t share anything. But you? I’ve known you since our first year... we worked together, I share my sweets with you and talked to you when I was feeling blue. You saw me at my best and my absolute worst. You and I grew up together, I thought you were my friend and what you did fucking hurts, Peter. It hurts my heart as I’m sure the rest feels the same, that’s what you don’t seem to understand” she then added, shaking her head slowly.

Emmeline lost so much during the war, from her grandmother when she was fourteen (who refused to aid Voldemort), to colleagues and friends who died in her arms. She was tortured and tested over and over and over and her loyalties and priorities never weavered. “You’d do well to remember you are not the only one who suffered during that war” she responded, narrowing her eyes. “That whole speech in which you are the only one who experienced torment and pain is quite inaccurate” she then added as she pulled out her wand. “My boss will understand” she said dryly. “But let’s go” she then said.

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“Connie?”

Antonin turns around from the bar where he’s been plopping an outrageous amount of cherries into Connie’s shirley temple, only to find she’s run off. A flash of brown hair. A giggle. He spots her running and hops over the counter, long legs quickly closing the distance, even among the crowd. “Let go my daughter,” black eyes blaze, wand already out and poking into the neck of who ever has their arms around Connie. She isn’t his daughter, he and Iris aren’t even courting technically but it was the first word in English he could grab. 

A very tenuous moment passes before he recognizes Emmeline and slowly he lowers his wand. Antonin frowns at the little girl and the auror, “vhat you doink? Vhy you run avay,” his attention shifts back to the adult woman, “vhy you lettink my girl run up to you Emmeline? Give me vorries you try hurt her.”

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Emmeline was so happy to hear that Iris was doing her comedy shows and picking up the pieces of her life. So she decided to check out her act and then check up on her, see how she was doing. Emmeline was looking for a free spot when she heard someone yelling her name and threw herself at her.

The brunette was startled, but she immediately recognized Connie and a big smile came to her lips. “Hello sweetheart” she greeted her affectionately, but all her tenderness vanished when she felt the end of a wand pressed against her neck. Now, while she was trained to escape from those situations, there was a girl in her arms and she didn’t want her to get hurt. “I strongly suggest you lower your wand” she spoke calmly but firmly. When they did, Emmeline turned around only to find Antonin Dolohov.

“I didn’t run away” Connie shook her head, grinning at Ant as she still hugged Emmeline. “I walked” she pointed out, flashing that cute toothy grin that always managed to keep her out of trouble. “Miss Emmeline is my friend” she then added cheerfully.

Emmeline, who noticed for the second time that he referred to Connie as his daughter, narrowed her eyes. “She’s not your daughter” she responded and then looked down at Connie. “Where is you mom, Con?” to which the girl shrugged and looked at Antonin, hoping he would answer that.

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“Hey, I didn’t DO anything.” He casts an offended glance in Emmeline’s direction and shifts in his chair again. He sniffles loudly, punctuating the show of melodrama, before licking his palm and smoothing back his hair with his own saliva. There’s a long pause before he’s seemingly ready to make the confession, regardless of how riddled with half-truths it might be.

Mundungus shrugs largely and adjusts his jacket before speaking. “I might – and I’m not admitting to nuffink ‘ere – but I have been ACCUSED of some light graverobbing. A victimless crime, that is, but some folks like to get all hot 'n bothered over the littlest things.” He smooths back his hair some more, using both hands this time. “Right waste of my time, draggin’ me in here. Tell me you’re on my side here, Em.”

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Emmeline gave him a look. He definitely did something, she could practically smell it. “Right” she rolled her eyes. Back in the day when they were all in the Order, Emmeline would look at Mundungus whenever he appeared and wonder what on earth did Dumbledore see in him. Surely there must be something, but something she still failed to see.

Had Emmeline been drinking something, she would’ve spat it when he said he robbed a grave. “You robbed a grave?” She asked, her blue eyes opening slightly. “Are you kidding me, Dung? A bloody grave? For fuck’s sake” Did this man have any respect towards people? “What did you steal?”

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Alice adored the little family that they had up in the auror office. One would have thought it would not work. It was a stressful and dangerous job, with a lot of time spent in the field. But so many of them had also been in the Order. They’d bonded over the war, when they’d experienced such terrible things. It was no wonder that they were like family, and Alice loved it that way.

“And we all know how much you love running.” Alice teased, a smirk on her face as she looked at her friend. She didnt mind running, but she only really wanted to do it so she passed all her physicals to get in the field. She supposed those days were over for now. And she was going to have to start getting used to being behind the desk. Although Alice really did not think that she was going to ever like that. “Of course he does it on purpose. He knows exactly how to wind us all up.”

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For someone who didn’t have an actual family, her friends had become her chose family. Whether it was the people at the Auror office or the Order, Emmeline just loved them and enjoyed spending time with them. The war and the day to day work had brought them together. Of course, she had gotten closer to some more than others. Like Alastor, for example, who was basically a father to her.

“God, stop, it’s the worse” she laughed wholeheartedly. The whole excercising thing just to keep in shape was so annoying, and it often seemed that Alastor enjoyed making her work extra hard. “I know, I know... I ended up playing rugby with him and his muggle friends once. It was fun” she grinned.

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With a shake of her head, Amelia dismissed Emmeline’s response with a wave of her hand. It would seem that she and her friend were just as bad as one another - great at giving compliments, but terrible at receiving them. “Oh, absolutely. I’m sure I even saw Alastor in a suit earlier, which is an achievement in itself.” She chuckled before taking a sip from her drink. 

“Ah, I have no doubt you’ll be absolutely fine.” She replied with a nod. Emmeline could navigate anything she wanted to, she was sure of that. “And please, you need to stop or I will absolutely have to leave.” She laughed awkwardly, her embarrassment hard to hide. “But yes, I came alone. No dates over here to speak of. But what about you? “

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“Right? And he came with a date” she pointed out, as if that was even more strange. It was so strange seeing people in a social environment, great, but so freaking strange. “You should tease him about it, I would offer myself to do that but he’ll make me run more and we cannot have that” she chuckled softly.

“No, please, don’t leave me” she chuckled softly. “Fine, I will stop” she nodded her head before sipping her champagne. “Should we find you one?” She asked hopefully, her blue eyes widening expectantly. “Uh... yeah, I came with Sirius, he is somewhere getting us drinks” she smiled softly. It was their first date as them as a proper couple and it was both exciting and terrifying.

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“No. Because I never left, not really.” he responded quietly, again he just seemed more fatigued than anything else; this was a conversation he’d had before and (likely) would have again, but that didn’t make it any less tiresome. “I never left the country, but I constantly fought for my life.”

“As if others didn’t break mine.” James had always said he’d protect him, look out for him, called him a brother he’d never had. And then? Then when push came to shove and the monster was bashing at his door he didn’t call for Sirius, he loved him too much, he didn’t call for Remus, he didn’t trust him enough, no… little Peter was the sacrificial lamb; pardon him for not letting himself be killed. “I’m not annoyed, I’m not offended. I know what I did. But what I am is tired. There are people who did far worse than me running free and you know it, Moody knows it, everyone knows it.” He shook his head, letting a breath that was almost a faint laugh, “No you don’t. None of you do. None of you were there, none of you dealt with Him,” while his voice didn’t break the whisper was barely audible, “A life. I want to live in a home that’s mine, I don’t want to hide in sewers, searching dustbins for food almost being eaten by alley cats.” he swallowed and looked away, “And not or anyone else will deny me that.”    

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“I mourned you, Peter, like I mourned Benjy, and Caradoc and Gideon... and all this time you were aiding them and then hiding? And still have the nerve to act offended? You... I don’t even know you, I thought you were our friend and you betrayed us all? And James and Lily? And Harry? A freaking baby?” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Who did?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Emmeline couldn’t help but to think that he was being delusional, or maybe he just never grasped the severity of the situation. “And instead of talking to that person you just decided it was better to switch sides, mhm?” she shook her head in disbelief and rubbined her face with both hands. “Oh, you are tired? You brought this on yourself, Peter” he had a point, there were plenty of people running around free, like the Lestranges. The only difference was that they didn’t leave any solid evidence behind and they couldn be formally charged with anything. Peter decided to come back to their lives and that had consecuences. “No, you don’t get to put us all in the same bag” she shook her head. “Just because you are a traitor, it doesn’t mean that we all are like you. We were all terrified and didn’t know what we were doing, but we knew where our loyalties stood and still stand” she deadpanned. She had been through so much, through so much pain and violence, but at the end of the day, she would do it all over again if necessary. Emmeline really tried to be sympathetic, to understand, but she was just so upset and felt so hurt and betrayed. 

“Well, in that case, then you should stop playing the victim when you ran into someone from your past and they have something to say to you, because you hurt a lot of people and they all have the right to say it to your face” she responded as she continued to pace around.

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“All things considered, my parents would have prided in my mastering two out of three unforgivables before I got to Hogwarts,” He mumbled. “That was just me putting their years of tutoring to use for my own gain instead of doing something they would have wanted.”

It was one of the rare times in his life where he felt safe — at home even — in the presence of another person. A feeling that he had only ever really felt among the Marauders and Andromeda’s family. The risk of taking the next step of defining things was downright terrifying but there was no denying that he could vehemently agree with what Emmeline said. Sirius remained silent for a moment, looking for the right way to phrase everything that was going through his mind. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend,” He admitted and threw a sideways glance in her direction. “Could have said that a few weeks ago…”

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The mere idea of a baby Sirius being raised by those assholes broke Emmeline’s heart. Is not like she knew too much about parenting, but she did know that what he had just said was fucked up. “It’s impressive” she said sincerely and then thought for a moment. Peter was an animagus as well, and Remus a werewolf. “The four of you” she said, blinking slowly. “I mean, I know about Remus’ lycanthropy and Peter being a rat...” she trailed, she still hadn’t told him about her encounter with Peter. “James is way too acomplished to not achieve that” she then added.

A small smile spread across her lips. “And I wouldn’t mind calling you my boyfriend either...” she admitted before widening her eyes. “You said I was your girlfriend?” She chuckled softly, her cheeks heating up a bit. 

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Emmeline Vance, a playlist 1/?

A Head Full of Dreams - Coldplay || Fading like a Flower - Roxette || Queen of Peace - Florence + The Machine || Matilda - Harry Styles || Viena - Billy Joel || Tangled up in blue - Bob Dylan || Wildflowers - Tom Petty || Fidelity - Regina Spektor || Marjorie - Taylor Swift || My love - Florence + The Machine

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meda-tonks​:

Andromeda chuckled at the joke as well, it was true that wizards had a poor sex education, she knew it first hand and it was concerning but she supposed that everyone deserved a chance of a family.

Sirius had the tendency to come around but he always knocked and Andromeda was sure that if he was with Emmeline that he wouldn’t just go around and fuck it. And Andromeda would make sure that if Sirius was just fooling around that he would talk to Em, even if she wouldn’t mention her name. “Don’t worry about him, he usually knocks, I made him do that scaring into thinking that he might find Ted and I doing something other than drinking tea.” she rose her eyebrows letting Emmeline know what she meant, but it was all in good nature.

“He is an idiot, but I don’t think he would go out with you if he didn’t like you.” Sirius might be clueless but he wasn’t a jerk. “I will hold on on telling Dora, but I’m sure she will shriek once she knows.”

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Emmeline laughed nervously. It felt so real to actually voice it out loud, real enough to start thinking about Sirius and their relationship. She normally didn’t do feelings or serious relationships because of her job and because she never found anyone interesting enough, but with Sirius things just flowed so naturally that it was hard to not go with the flow.

“I mean, yeah... yeah, I know, I suppose I never really thought about it, we have been seeing each other for a few months and I kinda... I dunno, I never stopped to think what this could be, you know?” She tried to explain herself, but she wasn’t sure if she was being successful or not. “But yes, please do, I feel I need to talk to him first” she chuckled, tucking a string of her hair behind her ear and immediately busied herself by eating one of the biscuits.