Chapter 2

The angry clanging of pans as my bad-tempered mother made breakfast waked me; evidently "mom" and "dad" has had another argument no doubt revolving around me, insolent and ungrateful as I am! I guess that means no breakfast for me.

I suppose a little background is in order, so here goes, Hi my name is Emmy and I am twelve years old almost thirteen, and to tell you the truth my life pretty much sucks, when I was a baby my real parents abandoned me in a hospital my mum says it was because they couldn't stand the sight of me I was so repulsive, but I think it was because my mother was cast away from her rich family for marrying a pauper and she and my father were left with nothing but each other and little ol' me growing in my mummies belly so they had no choice but to leave me in the care of what they thought were nice, well respected doctors who couldn't have children. I suppose I would have had a nice life if it wasn't for the fact that three years later on comes Miracle Michael who decided to steal the show, I know it's not fair blaming him but because he came along I didn't matter anymore as I wasn't their biological daughter, they didn't even become fond of me over the three years I was theirs, well never mind this is my life; I cook, I clean I take the punches from an all around frustrated wife and I take my punishment from her equally frustrated husband. All in all my social life has also suffered leaving me with my one true friend Damien every body else thinks I'm weird on account of my smell and shabby clothes, Damien has been my friend for ten years when I moved to Ireland with my family we share everything with each other, we're soul mates.

It was the fourth of July when my world was turned upside down, Damien and I were in our local youth club fighting over a part in the musical the club was putting on.

"Oh come on Dami" I complained "you always get what you want in this stupid club why not give me a chance"

" Em I love the theatre why can't you just pick something else to argue with me about" he countered heatedly

I could tell he was getting worked up and I was suddenly furious at how self-centred he could be.

" Because everything else would include arguing with the rest of the club and they always take your side, if you hadn't noticed they don't like me very much."

I was trying hard not to scream the injustice ness of the situation was making it hard to breathe, but it was his next statement that pushed me over the edge.

"Well if you didn't act like such a freak then maybe they would like you a bit better"

freak FrEaK FREAK that one little word was resounding in my head over and over again and one look at my face made Damien realize his mistake, freak I'd heard it so many times, a symbol of how much I was hated, and to hear it from my best friend, my one lifeline in this whole shitty world unleashed a torrent of emotions that broke my heart threatening to explode, and then they did.

Everything started to shake and tremble the lights flickered and people started screaming and I knew it was me but I just couldn't stop, I could feel the power emanating from my entire being and I didn't know how to reel it back in. Until.

CRASH

Every window in the room smashed, the chaos in the room escalating as people dived for cover, I knew that every window within a ten-mile radius had succumbed to the explosion aswell. Then the lights calmed and the terrified teenagers resurfaced to gossip about the apparent earthquake, I looked round into the wide eyes of the frightened boy in front of me. My soul mate.

Hundreds of miles away in the quiet village of little whinging one harry potter awoke with a jolt.

An ear-splitting alarm went off in the ministry of magic.