Summary: Emily Loreli O'Leary, formerly known as Emilia, is a witch in her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes she is a witch, but is that the only unique quality she possesses? Read on to find out.
A/N: I am not going to tell you much… Only that this fic is going to have Draco *yummy* And This fic is mine… my pen name would be Draco's Dragonette but my computer is stupid and wouldn't let me on ff.net. And so you all know I am half done this fic, but I am waiting until the book is out so I can write more. I have 5 chappys done.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Emily O'Leary, Kitty, and the plot, otherwise it is all Queen JKR's. God Bless the Queen! Muahaha.
Prologue:
The laughter in the halls and the people rushing by was irritating. No one saw her, no one knew her. She leaned into the damp wall hoping she would become invisible. As the laughter died down, and no one was littering her path, she sunk to her knees and buried her face in her hands. The professors closed their doors, and it was silent. The girl looked up and gathered her books.
As she was putting her books and parchment in her bag. A young man then came strolling down the hall. A stray quill of hers was in the middle of the walkway, but she left it there. She scurried to the corner praying he wouldn't see her. She peered over the corner and saw him bend over and grabbed her quill. "Hmm…." He sighed.
The door behind her slammed shut and she jumped.
"Emilia, if I am correct, which I am, you are late for class."
Emilia turned around and saw her favorite professor. "Sorry Professor Snape, My bag had dropped and my books were scattered about."
Snape smirked and simply stated, "don't let it happen again."
As Emilia lounged in her seat in the class room she took in her surroundings. The walls of brick and the must-like scent were welcoming to her. It was dark, and quite damp. 'Yes, the dungeons, nothing better,' Emilia smiled. She looked at her fellow classmates, they all wore black robes with patches on the left side. Emilia glanced at her own green Slytherin patch, and glided her finger over it.
"Mr. Malfoy, where are my newted bat wings?" Snape inquired the tall blond.
"Sorry Professor Snape, Professor Sprout had asked me to do an errand, plus there were none remaining in your cabinet." Draco Malfoy answered.
"He has my quill! Draco has my quill!" Emilia muttered.
"Emilia, if you have something to say, please do tell us." Snape snapped.
"Who is Emilia?" one student asked.
"Emilia? Emilia who?" questioned another.
"SILENCE!" Snape bellowed.
"Sorry Professor, it's just that I realized I had left my quill in the hallway." Everyone glanced in her direction as she answered his question.
Draco strolled down the aisle to her desk. His steel-like silver eyes met her emerald green ones. "Is this your quill?"
Emilia nodded, "yes, it is."
Draco handed it to her, "be careful next time." Draco smirked.
"If you want to cure a laceration from a Hortul, this potion is necessary….." Emilia ignored Snape's monotone voice and went to her sanctuary.
Emilia had special powers. Sure, she is a witch, but she is special. Emilia Lorelei O'Leary is possessed by a demon, and while concentrating she can transport her soul.
"You do know he will never like you Em, I'm sorry." Kitty declared.
"How would you know Kit, I mean you have been dead for thirty years! Things Change!" Emilia replied.
"Besides, he said eight whole words to me today, eight whole words!!!"
Kitty laughed, "I may only possess your body but it's a good thing I don't possess your soul, you are too optimistic, yet petty."
Emilia sighed, "oh well, I think I better go back to class now, bye Kit."
Kitty sneered, "you dumbass I live in your body, I'm not leaving you Emily."
Emilia winced, "So its Emily now is it?"
Kitty giggled, "yeah, I had a dog named Emily, you remind me of her."
