Summary: Emma's life is part fantasy, and part horror story. She is the unknown and forgotten relative of the boy-who-lived. To the Wizarding world, she is the girl-who-died. (See profile for better summary).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters except for Emma, Riley, and anyone else not from JK's brilliant mind. Only the plot and my original characters are mine-and I love them! wipes brow Phew! I almost forgot that part!

Chapter 1: The Two of Them

Emma was excited as she has ever been in her eleven years. She was finally going to Hogwarts, and her father finally decided to settle down back in England. She loved traveling and experiencing the world, as her father put it to his business people, but she longed to return to the land of her mother and the place of her life.

Emma was shopping in Diagon Alley with her father like so many people were. It reminded her of the bazaars and market centers and malls she has visited throughout her life. There is just something exciting about going shopping in a crowded center.

After they left one shop, her father said she should get her robe fitting done which was two shops down. He just saw the associate minister of foreign affairs that would be working under him and needed to talk to him about something. Emma nodded, and went in the direction of Madam Malkin's. As she was walking, she bumped past several people who were too caught up in their shopping to notice an eleven year old, but then she accidently ran into someone. When she looked up, she saw a boy who looked to be her age looking down at her.

He looked at her like he wasn't quite sure what to do or say. He offered his hand, which she accepted, and as he pulled her up she felt a tingling feeling, but didn't think anything of it. She could tell he was struggling with what to say-like he wanted to apologize but he never did it before which, for some reason, she could believe. He settle for smiling and introducing himself.

"Draco Malfoy. You alright? My father would kill me if I hurt a girl" he said with a smirk. She could feel his cockiness and arrogance and pride, but she also felt a sense of something else-a struggle of something. She couldn't tell what that something was, but she decided that it wasn't bad and that it was probably because he didn't know what it was either. It is always harder to decipher other people's feelings when people are unaware of their own feelings-they are hidden much better.

"Emma O'Neill. Nice to meet you. Are you starting Hogwarts this year?"

"Yeah, you too? Maybe will get to see each other then."

"I'd like that" . Neither was sure what they should say. They both started talking about random things. Even if the conversation didn't have any substance, it was comfortable.

Suddenly, Draco became distant and said that he had to go. Emma could sense someone coming-and she didn't particularly like his presence- and they both said goodbye. She walked in to the robe shop and was joined a few seconds later by her father.

"You just got here honey? I thought you would be almost done by now." Her father, Riley, said.

"Sorry dad. I met another student who will be going to Hogwarts."

"Did they seem nice?"

"Of course father."

"Good, then they will probably be in a good house. Just remember what I said about Slytherin-watch out for those students".

"Yes father, I have heard you say this many times" not to mention I have seen it many times, she thought to herself.

Emma and her father spent the rest of the afternoon in Diagon Alley, which was one of the few she could remember of being with her father that was fun and just about the two of them, for the most part.

Emma spent the remaining weeks in anticipation of going to school. She would finally get to see where her mom spent her happy childhood years, she would see Draco, and most of all, she would finally meet Harry. There were so many people Emma wanted to meet in her life-and Harry was at the top of her list of people she wanted to meet-really meet in person and not just as shadows in her memory. But the warning and precaution Dumbledore gave her when they returned to England ran through her head.

Meet Harry, I know how interested you must be in meeting him. Just remember that you can not tell him who you are. Not yet. One day he will find out, but not yet. He will not want to live with the Dursley's if he knows who you are, and we have to have him go to the Dursley's you know. Get to know him for who he is and let him get to know you. Things will fall into place eventually.

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A/N: Well, the first few chapters are relatively short, but I will update quickly! (Once I figure out how). It starts out slow-this is a long long long story! Please be patient! And Review! (I want to know if people are actually reading this!)