Emma's Fever

Lily Evans POV

Emma's scream cut through the quiet house like a knife.

Lily dropped the dishes she was washing and ran up the stairs two at a time. Her heart pounded as she burst into Emma's bedroom.

Her daughter was thrashing in bed, her small body burning hot to the touch. Emma's face was bright red, and she was mumbling words that didn't make sense.

"Emma! Baby, wake up!" Lily shook her gently, but Emma's eyes stayed closed. Her breathing was fast and shallow.

Lily pressed her hand to Emma's forehead and gasped. The little girl felt like she was on fire from the inside out.

"Grandma!" Lily yelled down the hallway. "Something's wrong with Emma!"

Her mother came running, still wearing her apron from cooking dinner. She took one look at Emma and her face went white.

"Oh no," Grandma whispered. "This isn't a normal fever."

"What do you mean?" Lily's voice shook as she tried to cool Emma down with a wet cloth.