Chapter 1: Emma Wade and Diagon Alley
Chapter 1: Emma Wade and Diagon Alley
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Edited by my Beta :)
This chapter may be a bit boring, it's mostly trying to explain about Emma's family, her personality, and such. I promise you it will get better in the next chapter.
Basic Character Information
Name: Emma Wade
Age: 15 Years Old
Appearance: 5'2, 120lbs, slender, athletic build. Long black hair, green eyes, fair complexion.
Fears: Heights, Spiders
Status: Pureblood
Siblings: Three Brothers- Charles (Slytherin, Seventh Year,17) , Aaron (Slytherin, Seventh Year,17) and Garret (Slytherin, Sixth Year,16).
Heritage: Daughter of Marcus (Deatheater) and Mary Wade (Deatheater).
Schooling: Home schooled, soon to be sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for 5th year in the year of 1976.
Note: She does NOT liked to be touched.
Chapter 1
"Emma. Emma? Emma are you listening to me?" My mother snapped, eyes flashing.
"Yes Mother. I am to go to Diagon Alley to pick up my school things with Charles, Aaron, and Garret. I am not to leave their side. While with them, I am to conduct myself with the upmost dignity, and try not to shame the Wade name." I responded in a bored voice.
"Good. Now, go prepare yourself and meet your brothers in the front parlor in one hours time." My mother stood up abruptly and stalked off, into the house.
I have been home schooled in witchcraft by tutors since I was eleven, but recently my mother decided that I needed to start to associate myself with the 'right kind of people, who were my own age. Of course, the "right kind of people" would be the sons and daughters of my parents' fellow Deatheaters. All of whom attend Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and all of whom are in Slytherin house. The entire Wade line has been in Slytherin, and therefore I am determined to not be in it.
I have no love for my family. If I could, I would disassociate myself with them completely. I hold none of the same reservations about mixed blood witches and wizards as they do. I say, if you are a witch, then you are a witch. It does not matter who your parents are; it just matters who you are. Unfortunately, none of my family agrees with my views. Both my mother and my father are Deatheaters, followers of You-Know-Who. My brother Aaron and Charles are to be marked with the dark mark at the end of this school year, upon their graduation. My brother Garret wants to grow up to be just like my father. Why anyone would want to be like him, I can't imagine.
I sighed as I made my way to the front parlor to meet my brothers. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad, if I could manage to get out of my brothers' watchful gaze for more then a moment.
Charles, Aaron and Garret stood in the parlor, clearly waiting impatiently for me. Garret was sneering at me, while Aaron stood with his arms crossed, an apathetic look on his face. It was Charles who approached me.
"Sister," Charles said with a nod of greeting, offering me his arm. I took it and prepared myself for the uncomfortable feeling of apparating.
Apparating feels as though someone has put a hook in your naval and pulled - very hard. It feels as though you are being pulled through a long, thin tube, and then with a 'pop!', you are deposited whereever it is that you were going.
My brothers and I appeared in the Leaky Cauldron, a local pub that was located in Diagon Alley.
"Emma," my brother, Charles began, "you are to stay by our side; you are not to wander. If you see anyone you know, remember to act like a proper Wade. If you do not, there will be consequences. If you are somehow separate from us, you should come directly back here, and wait for us to return. Is that understood?"
"Yes, dearest brother." I replied sarcastically. Charles gave me a warning look and led the way out of the Leaky Cauldron, and out to the crowded street that was Diagon Alley.
There were people everywhere, young and old. Old men with beards trailing on the ground; mothers carrying wailing children; young men and women rushing to get somewhere; teenagers holding lists and looking around, no doubt also shopping for school supplies.
"Get moving," Garret growled at me from behind, shoving me roughly. I turned and fiercely glared at him. I do NOT like to be touched. However, if I did or said anything in my defense, things would go from bad to worse... Much, much worse.
So I continued on my way, following Charles without further comment.
I had never been to Diagon Alley before; my parents rarely let me out of the house. They did not want me "corrupted by today's society" because I was "an impressionable young girl who certainly could not take care herself", according to my Mother. Mother and Father tried to drill into me the Pureblood ideals; that mixed-blood witches and wizards are dirty, and do not deserve to live on this earth. That they should not have magic, they were the scum of the earth, stupid and idiotic. That they deserved to die.
I however, do not agree with my parents' way of thinking. When I was young I began to question what they believed... I even had the audacity to ask Father "Why would you want them dead? They are people just like us! They don't deserved to be killed!" Needless to say, the result of that statement was... less the desirable.
"Emma, do you have your list of things that you need for school?" Aaron asked in a bored tone, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes.
"Yes." I replied, trying to remember where exactly I had stored it in my robes.
"Well get it out, you idiot. You need your list to buy your things."
I scowled darkly at him, but held my tongue as I searched for my list. I found it in my robe pocket, and pulled it out.
"What are we going to get first, Charles? Clothing, books, or-"
Garret sighed loudly and snatched my list from my hand. "Clothing is the first thing on your list, so lets just start with that." He threw my list back at me and stalked off without a backwards glance.
I read the clothing section on the list:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
On plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter Cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Stockings
A pair of Dress robes (optional, for balls)
I already had most of the things on the list, but I, being a Pureblood from a high standing family, could never, ever, show up to a new school with anything but brand new items.
"Charles, I don't know why I can't just used the things that I already have; I own most of the things on this list. It's waste of money!" As if we didn't have the money to waste, but still.
Charles whirled around. "Emma, stop complaining. You're getting new things because that is what Mother and Father say. Because you are coming to a new school, you must present yourself in the best manner as possible, to earn the respect of the other students. We don't want you dressing like a Mudblood in robes you've had for a year." I could tell that he was getting irritated by my complaints, so I followed him into Madame Kroone's Clothing For All Occasions.
"I am not going to shop for clothes with my little sister" Garret complained, scowling.
"Garret, Aaron, you may go and shop for your own clothes while I accompany Emma to the Witches section of the store." Though Aaron and Charles were twins, they were remarkably different in personality, and Charles was obviously the more commanding and mature of the two.
"Come Emma." Charles said, gesturing to me.
"I am not a dog Charles!" I seethed, annoyed at my brother's behavior.
"Emma, just hush and follow me. I want to get this over with. I will leave you with a sales assistant, and meet you at the front counter when you are finished. No doubt it will take you a while, so we boys will likely finish before you."
I brightened a bit at this prospect; I was actually going to be left alone for a while. I can probably dodge the assistant, and manage to shop on my own.
"Hello, young man. My name is Heather. How my I help you?" A woman with hideous dyed blonde hair and wrinkled skin asked my brother.
"My sister here is shopping for clothing for school. She has her list with her. Please assist her in finding anything and everything that she needs. Price does not matter." Charles stated stiffly, then turned abruptly and walked away.
"Well, young Miss. As you can see the robes are over there; skirts there; hats, cloaks and such over there. Under-garments and stockings are through that door, as it is not decent for men to see young women shopping for such things." She handed me a bottomless bag and walked off, disappearing amongst the racks of clothing.
Well, getting rid of her certainly was not difficult at all, I thought to myself as I began to search the racks.
I picked up the work robes, cloak, gloves and hat rather quickly, then moved on to stockings and under-garments.
My style is a bit different than one would expect of a Pureblood. I like bright colors, long colored stockings, and black boots and heels. My parents do not approve of course, which is half of the reason why I choose to dress like I do. They never, ever let me out of the house wearing what I like, and so I hide my clothing under cloaks and robes until I am out of my parents' and brothers' reach. Of course, that doesn't happen very often.
The letter from Hogwarts pertaining to the Dress Code mentioned that students were allowed to express there individuality through their casual clothing choices, as long as it was not inappropriate at all. Also female students were allowed to choose what kind of stockings and shoes they would wear with their school uniforms.
I am definatly going to take advantage of this, I thought to myself, grinning wickedly.
I looked at the selection of stockings and picked up several pairs; rainbow, turquoise and purple; zebra, and a fish net looking pair that came up to the knee. I aslo grabbed a garter belt.
I moved to the under-things, buying several bras - push-up of course. Black lace, red, zebra, and other styles were dropped into my bag. Underwear was next and in went thongs and boy brief styles, and cheekies.
Next one on my mental list was shoes, and I looked around in confusion.
Where would shoes be? I wondered, looking around and not seeing anything that could lead me to the shoes department.
I debated asking someone, and decided to ask a red headed girl who looked to be about a year older then me and was looking at the work robes.
"Excuse me," I said softly (despite my appearance I do get nervous around people that I don't know).
"Yes?" She asked, turning around.
"Umm... My name is Emma. Do you have any idea where the shoes are?"
She smiled. "I'm Lily, Lily Evans, and the shoes are right over there," she said, pointing.
"Thank you... Do you by any chance go to Hogwarts?" I asked, seeing a letter with the Hogwarts seal on it in her hand.
"Yes, I'm a sixth year in Gryffindor." Great, a Gryffindor. If my brothers saw me speaking to her, I would likely get into big trouble. Even though I personally wanted to be in Gryffindor, my brothers didn't know that. My family would consider it betrayal if I get into that house.
"Oh. I'm transfering in this year." I replied
"That's cool, I'm sure you'll love it! Well, Emma, it was nice meeting you, but I've got to go! I'll see you at Hogwarts!"
I finally got to the shoes section of the store and picked up several pairs of heels, including black bootie heels, as well flats and a pair of casual shoes.
What next, I thought to myself and pulled out my list again, I groaned at what I saw. Dresses. I needed to buy dresses. I hated dresses.
I ended up with three dresses; a form fitting black dress with an empire waist and a falling crown neck, a low v-neck dress with a nipped waist and a bow sash, and another that I absolutely adored, which was surprising, since I really don't like wearing dresses.
It was a deep emerald color that accented my long wavy black hair perfectly, a sweetheart neck line showed off my collar bone and was embellished with black lace. It had a a short flouncy skirt that made my legs look amazing.
As I had been shopping and tossing things in, my bottomless bag had been calculating the cost. My total came to 700 galleons, 13 sickles, and 3 knuts.
Well, I thought to myself, if I am going to be forced to shop, I might as well enjoy it and get what I want.
I went to the sales person, Heather, who had helped me earlier.
"Excuse me, where can I pay for my things?"
"I'll get you in a moment," she said, pulling out her wand, a quote quill, and a large pad.
"What is you total?"
"700 galleons, 13 sickles, and 3 knuts"
"And do you have an account?"
"Yes. Please charge to the Wade family account; I am Emma Wade." Heather ran a critical eye over me, as if doubting who I was. The quill wrote something on her pad and my bag made a beeping noise.
"Alright. You're all set."
"Finally! Let's go to Flourish and Blotts." Garret said when I met them at the front of the shop.
"You women take forever." Aaron stated as we walked to the book store. I ignored him and looked at my book list.
I would need:
The Advance Book Of Spells (Level 5) by Miranda Goshawk
An Extensive History Of The Wizarding World by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory (level 5) by Adalbert Waffling
An Advanced Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi (Advanced) by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces book 5 by Quentin Trimble
and Charming The World by Creal Basbit
We entered the shop. "I will collect your school books for you, as you are just a tad too short to reach most of the shelves on which they reside." Charles told me, smirking.
I huffed and turned away, ready to stalk off and find some books worth looking at.
"Emma! I told you not to wander off on your own! Garret, I will get your things as well, now go with Emma and look at books." Charles commanded.
"Fine." Garret growled at Charles.
I walked over to the shelves to see what would catch my eye, my brother standing next to me, seething.
"You know what Emma? You are such a nuisance. Can't go anywhere by yourself, probably can't even defend yourself. Hell you won't even be able to go up to the Astronomy tower; you'll be too scared."
I kept my face to the book shelf so he wouldn't see my face turn red with embarrassment and anger. Anger because he called me weak, and embarrassment because he was probably right about the tower. I am terrified of heights.
"Well, brother dear, if someone hadn't held me out of a third story window when I was eleven and threatened to drop me, maybe I wouldn't be so nervous about high places."
"No, you would be. You're just weak like that. Don't know how you'll end up in Slytherin, you'll probably be a Hufflepuff." Being in Hufflepuff would probably be even worse then being in Gryffindor.
I ignored Garret and continued to look at the books. I pulled one out:
Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes
It seemed interesting enough, and so I kept it in my arms and decided to ask Charles to buy it for me.
I also found another interesting book, titled Most Potente Potions, and was about to leave when one last book caught my eye, Quidditch through the Ages (Kennilworthy Whisp). It was too high up for me to reach at my measly 5 feet, 2 inches, so I looked for Garret, planning to ask him to get it for me, only to discover that he had left.
I sighed loudly and looked at the book from where I was standing. I really adore Quidditch, and it is one of the few things that me and my brothers agree on. It is the most amazing game out there, filled with tactics, strategy, and speed. I wanted that book.
I stepped up on the bottom shelf and reached my hand up in an attempt to reach it.
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath when I realized it was still out of my reach.
Suddenly, a hand reached out above me and grabbed the book. I whipped around, planning on yelling at whoever had taken the book that I wanted, only to have it shoved in my face.
"Here."
I looked up... and up... and up, and finally found his face. He must have been at least 6 feet, 2 inches, and had steel gray eyes and long black hair. He had strong, handsome features and he looked vaguely familier. I felt a blush creeping to my cheeks as I realized I was staring.
"Well, are you going to take it?" He asked with a smirk on his face that clearly said he had noticed my staring.
"Yes!" I snapped, snatching the book out of his hand.
He raised an eyebrow, "You know you should be more polite to the people who help you."
"And why did you help me?"
"Well I always help pretty girls in distress!" He exclaimed, acting offended that I would ever think otherwise.
"Padfoot!" I hear a voice call.
I looked away from his face to see another boy of about the same age (I guessed around 16) walking quickly towards us.
"Ah, Prongs! I was just saving- Wait, who are you?" He asked me.
"Emma Wade." Again his eyebrow rose; man, I wish I could do that. He looked at me with a calculating gaze. Clearly he knew who I was, and he didn't seem to like it.
"And you are?" I asked snarkily.
"Sirius Black. This is James Potter, and-"
"Nice to meet you Emma! But we really have to go, Sirius. My parents are waiting, and we're going to be late to the Lupin's if we don't get moving."
"Emma, I fear I must depart." Sirius said and grabbed my hand, kissing it lightly.
"How dare yo-!"
"BYE EMMA!" James half shouted as he dragged Sirius away from me.
"Humph." Sirius Black. That named sounded familier...Black. Huh. Hopefully I wouldn't be in the same House as him. How dare he touch me like that, and kissing my hand of all things! Though he was quite handsome... but still! The nerve!
"Emma, come on. We've got your books. Give me those and we'll go to the counter and pay. Where's Garret?" Charles said, looking around.
"Why ask me? I wasn't supposed to keep tabs on him. Wasn't it the other way around?" I said snidely, wanting to get Garret in trouble.
"Whatever. I will deal with him later. He'll show up eventually." And that he did. Garret was waiting at the counter, talking to Aaron about something when we came up to pay.
"Garret! I thought I told you to watch Emma? You know her! She needs supervision!" I bristled at that.
"I do not need supervision, Charles! I am fifteen years old and well able to take care of myself!" Yeah, I learned how to take care of myself the hard way.
"Emma, shut your mouth and watch your tone with me. Father will be hearing about this, Garret, Emma. Just you wait. Aaron, go get the cauldrons and things please, with Garret. Emma, give him your list." I did so and Aaron and Garret left, Garret with a glare at me and purposely bumped into me on his way out.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled at him. He just smirked and kept going.
"Emma, you already have the newest broom model, so there is no reason to buy you another one. Lets go to the pet shop. You may get an owl, a toad, or a cat to bring with you to Hogwarts. I will not have you getting a rat or any type of rodent."
My gloomy, angry mood lifted, to be replaced by an excited one. I have never been allowed a pet before, and was looking forward to getting one.
"I want a kitten, Charles." I informed him as we entered the shop.
There were owls flying around, and toads croaking in the front window. Strange creatures inhabited cages along the walls.
"The kittens are over here, Emma." Charles said, directing me to a corner of the store.
I looked around at the various boxes and things that held the kittens. None of the kittens were locked up, there was a charm on the floor that prevented any of them from leaving the area. I spotted a lone grey kitten, with small ears and a fluffy, poofy coat. It was tiny, and no doubt the runt of its litter. I instantly fell in love with it. I walked over to the tiny thing and picked it up, and checked it's sex. She was a little girl, and she looked up at me with wide, yellow eyes.
"I want this one Charles. I'll call her Jinx."
"Very well." After picking up some toys and food for Jinx, we paid for her and left the shop, me holding Jinx in my arms, Charles carrying our various bags.
"We'll meet up at the Leaky Cauldron. Is there any other place you need to go? It's getting late, so hurry up!"
"I have to get... things from Maxine's Witch Shop. You may wait outside Charles." I said this forcefully, knowing that I was pressing my luck, but I did not want my brother in there with me while I was getting my things.
"Very well." He said, all to happy to go along with it.
I entered the shop and got a box of replenishing tampons, pads, and liners, as well as a bottle of cramp relieving potion. I also got some colorful eyeshadows, nail polish, and other make-up. Shampoo, conditioner, and other toiletries were also bought.
"Alright, we can go now." I informed Charles.
"Right."
We walked the ten minute walk to the Leaky Cauldron and met up with Aaron and Garret, who were carrying the rest of our school supplies.
"Tuck your cat into you robes and hold on to her tightly, Emma; you don't want to drop her while apparating." Charles told me, grabbing my arm, while Aaron did the same to Garret.
With a pop, we were back in the parlor of the house, and Charles helped me carry my things upstairs to my room. I dropped everything on my floor, and plopped down on my bed, fully planning on sleeping until dinner.
My plans were interrupted, quite rudely.
"EMMA!" I jumped at the sound of my father's voice, and bolted upright on my bed. "EMMA, HOW DARE YOU ACT OUT IN PUBLIC! ARGUING WITH YOUR BROTHER AND WANDERING OFF WHEN WE CLEARLY TOLD YOU NOT TO!" He shouted, advancing on me.
"But Father, I-"
"Don't talk back to me, girl!" He said, slapping me hard on my face. Damn, that would leave a bruise, sure enough. Thank Merlin I got more cover up while I was out.
He grabbed my long hair and threw me to the ground, kicking me in the stomach. I doubled over, wincing in pain, but knowing better then to make any noise. Jinx ran under my bed and hid there.
"No dinner for you tonight, girl. You need to lose weight, anyway; you're getting fat." He spat at me, storming out of my room.
I'm not fat, I thought to myself. I'm not. Father just says that to be mean, and to punish me. I crawled onto my bed, as a silent tear trickled down my face.
"Come here, Jinx." I called softly, and she came creeping out from under the bed.
"Come here, girl; it's ok." I said in a quiet voice. She hopped up on my bed and I curled up with her purring on my shoulder.
"Three more days, girl. Three days until we leave."
And with that, I went to sleep.
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