Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Alex Rider, Merlin, CHERUB or How to Train Your Dragon or any of the characters from these series. The only thing I do own is new original characters and some of the plot. The Rest is owned by J. K. Rowling, Anthony Horowitz, BBC, Robert Muchamore and Dreamworks. Also there maybe mentions of the Artemis Fowl series which is owned by Eoin Colfer, not me.

So this is my first actual fanfic as the other was a song I wrote at school.

Also, a lot of it is from both the books and the movies and since none of the timelines are set at the same time so I decided to move it forward to 2013. Certain things like the year dates will be changed but hopefully nothing else. Classes may not be right but I could not find many timetables the exact same so I decided to make my own using information found.

Thanks to all those who are now following or have reviewed or added this to their favourites.


"Let me go," I whine as I squirm around, trying to get free of my big brother's arms, which are wrapped tightly around my waist, as he drags me through the large noisy crowds that have gathered on the platform.

"Emerald you are going to school end of discussion. Dad said so. Now stop acting like a baby would you?" He snaps as he comes to a stop next to our siblings.

"Well if it isn't daddy's little princess! Finally decided to greet us with your presence have you?" Kyle sneers at me, from where he sits on one of the trunks.

"Kyle don't be so harsh on her. She's our little sister and she's been through a lot. Plus it isn't her fault that she's dad's favourite," Christopher counters as he leans against the stack of trunks.

"Kyle stop being an ass. She may be acting like a brat but she's been having nightmares about school. She's just scared," Eddie sighs interrupting the twins before they break into a full blown argument. I tug again hoping that he'll be distracted enough to let me go. He's not. "And just what do you think you are doing?" He demands as he glares at me, his grip on my arm iron tight.

"Uh. I just wanted to see Gwen," I lie as smoothly as I can.

"If that's the case why not just ask? Unless that's not true?"