Emily's POV
I step out of the London cab and into the harsh sunlight. Shading my eyes, I hurry into the shade of the station. I walk along through King's Cross Station looking around. I push a cart carrying my trunk and cat, named Ben, who belonged to my mother. I glance around to see the stares I am attracting. Desperately, I look for a trunk like mine. There is a family pushing it. There are seven trunks in all. All but two belong to a family of red heads. The others are a boy's and girl's. The boy has black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes. Barely hidden under his bangs was a lightning shaped scar. The girl has frizzy hair and is talking to him. I walk over nervously. "Err, hello. Could you tell me where to find platform nine and three quarters?"
The woman looks at me warmly. "Yes we can. You look like a first year, right?" I nod."Good. You're around Ginny's age. Come along. Fred! George! Stop it!" I look over and see two boys, identical, pause mid-laugh.
"Yes, Mum!" They chorus. I definitely do not trust them.
We walk over to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. "You need to walk through it. If you're scared, running helps."
I stare at the wall. Scratch that. The BRICK wall. I'd been prepared but... still. It's like trying out for a play or a song solo. You're confident, but then you're up. Then you feel the nervousness creeping in. She was right. Don't think, just run. I sprint at the wall with the girl and go through. I smile. I made it. She looks at me and sees my expression. Laughing, she puts her arm around my shoulder.
"My name's Hermione. What's yours?"
"Emily. Most people call me Emmie, though."
"It's nice to meet you, Emmie."
Before I can reply, the green eyed boy and the youngest red head boy come through. I almost jump out of my skin.
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione shouts, "You scared her."
"Sorry," one says, "I didn't know you'd be there," I nod. "I'm Harry. This is Ron."
"I'm Emmie."
Several hours later, we begin to slow. I am in the same car as Ron, Harry, and Hermione. A little while ago, a dementor came. I would go more into detail, but, well, I, um, -cough cough- kind of was asleep. I was tired. Don't judge. Also, I felt safe, something I hadn't felt in a long, long time. Anyway, we had changed into our robes.
"What house are you in?"
The look at me. As always, I haven't talked much.
"We're in Gryffindor."
"I wish I could be."
"Why?"
"My family... I'm from a long line of Slytherins. I don't want it, but I don't think I can avoid it."
The conversation is stopped abruptly by the opening of the car door. We look over to see a boy with greasy platinum blond hair swagger in. He sees me and smirks. I immediately do not like him.
"Well look what we have here." He drawls. "Potter's ruining the first years again. Who knows. This one might get lucky and not turn to stone."
"Shut up Malfoy!" He shouts.
Draco turns to me. "You'll be ruined if you start hanging around this lot. You better stick with Slytherin. Come on."
"I think I'll pick who I hang out with, thanks. I do have a brain of my own, after all."
"Watch your tongue." He spits. Then, he turns and stalks out.
Harry grins. "Good one."
"Thanks." I think I'll like it here just fine.
I'll not bore you with too many details. Basically, we left the train and they went one way, I went the other. I met up with the other first years and we sailed across a big lake. Now, we are waiting to be let into the Great Hall. The Bloody Baron keeps giving me strange looks. Just my luck. Oh, well. Finally we are let in. Names are called and sorted, but I can only think of one thing. Me. Please don't say my name. Please don't say my name. Please don't say my name. They do.
Professor McGonagall reads my name off of the scroll. "Riddle, Emily!"