Prologue

Lily and James Potter looked lovingly down on their children, Emery Nightflower Potter and Harry James Potter. Their daughter's middle name was called Nightflower was because she looked so much like a little night flower, with her hair dark as midnight and her eyes the most beautiful shade of green, like the stem of a flower blossom.

Everyone loved her, but it was her Brother that loved her the most.

On the day she was born, Harry took one look at her, with his emerald eyes sparkling, made it clear that he would love her the rest of his days and protect her always. Their happy parents laughed together.

Oh, how they wished it was always going to be like this! But it wasn't, and deep down they knew that.
They were proved right when Voldemort came.

"Lily, take Emery and Harry! He's coming! Go, Run!" James shouted fiercely.

Lily had tears in her eyes, "James! I can't lose you!"

His face softened, "You'll never lose me. Now, take the children and run!"

Lily ran upstairs as her wand was resting on the couch. But she realized that before it was too late.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed downstairs. Lily sank to her knees with tears streaming down her face. She hastily piled boxes and chairs on the doors, but doubted that would help. "Remember Harry and Emery, you will be loved by your parents so much, even if we are not here." Lily smiled sadly.

"Mawma?" Harry mumbled. "Mama is going to love both of you with all her heart." Lily whispered, kissing both of her children's foreheads and placing them in their crib.

Voldemort came up, clearing the boxes and chairs with a lazy flick of his wand. "No, please not Emery and Harry, please not them. I'll do anything! Just spare them!"

"Stand aside, Mudblood!"

"Please not them! Please! Take my life instead!" Lily sobbed.

"Stand aside girl! Or I'm warning you…"

"Please take care of Emery, Harry. Love her and Protect her, sweetie, because your little night flower will be all that you are left with." Lily sadly whispered her final words.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Lily fell to the floor limp and lifeless, and her eyes glassy. Little Harry felt that there was something wrong and clumsily waddled in front his sister, shielding her. "So you want to die first! Alright, that can be done!" Voldemort cackled.

"Avada Kedarva!"

The green light shot straight at the siblings, shooting straight at Harry's forehead and Emery's shoulder. Voldemort smiled, knowing the siblings would die. He was proven wrong. The green light deflected back, coming straight at Voldemort instead. He sank to his knees, feeling his soul getting ripped out of him, and disappeared.

The babies slept soundly, with a fresh lighting shaped scar on Harry's forehead and a spiral shaped one on Emery's shoulder. They didn't know from that point on, they were going to be famous.

10 years later…

Hey! I'm Emery! Emery Nightflower Potter. I'm the little sister of Harry Potter, younger than one year. My life pretty much sucks, and we don't know our parents. My Aunt and Uncle say they died in a car crash, but I don't believe that. I only remember that there was a green light flashing around, and I'm pretty sure car crashes don't have green lights. At least I have an older brother. He's really protective of me, even when he knows I can handle things myself. Don't judge a book by its cover, though. You might say I'm a Badass, but I sometimes can be nice. I have some talents too. I'm smart, I can draw well and I have a good voice. I thought that my life would always be hell, but boy, was I wrong.

"Get up you brats!" Aunt Petunia screeched outside our cupboard. "Alright, I'm up…" I groaned. I turn to see my wonderful big brother was holding me in his sleep. "Harry, big brother! Time to wake up and feed the pig."

"You mean Dudley?"

"Yep," I nodded.

"You stay here and sleep while I cook. You need some rest," He directed, concerned for me.

"I'm fine. I'm not that tired. I want to help you." I insist.

"No way Emery. You're getting way too skinny and you have bags under your eyes. Sleep, and I'll find some food for you." He says seriously. "No," I reply. "Besides, Uncle Vernon wants both of us to work."

"Fine, but I'm doing most of it." He huffs angrily.

Typical Harry, always wanting to take the burden. But he was right today. I felt like crap, and my head hurt a lot. My brother and I trudge downstairs as we are "greeted" by Uncle Vernon. "Hurry up! What's taking so long! It's Dudley's birthday, get a move on!" He barks. I really hated Dudley's birthdays. He would always scream and throw a tantrum if he didn't get enough presents, which really hurts my eardrums.

I wash the dishes while Harry fries the bacon. After I'm done, my brother tells me to sit down and relax while he does the rest. I try to protest, but he just tells me to relax. I slump in the chair, trying to push down the nausea and pain in my head.

"Up, you stupid dumb brat! No lazing around! Everything has to be perfect for Dudley's birthday!" Uncle Vernon yells, pulling me out of the chair.

Why do Harry and I get no presents on our Birthdays? We are your niece and nephew after all, aren't we supposed to get at least one? Besides, the purpose of the celebration is so that you can get rid of us faster, I think.

Harry turns to Uncle Vernon, with fire in his emerald eyes. "Harry!" I whisper warningly to him. But it's too late. He walks up to him and says angrily "You're the one who should shut the big fat mouth of yours."

Oh, boy. Here comes the punishment.

"No food for a week." He snarls, slapping Harry in the face.

Okay. That's it. I'm tired of letting my big brother get hurt. I gather up my courage and growl back with the threatening tone in my voice.

"Do not slap my brother." and before he even replies, I pull Harry to the table and sit down.

We watch Dudley greedily scarf down the food. Not to mention that Dudley has a humongous body and straw colored hair smoothed onto his chubby pink head. Aunt petunia says that Dudley looks like a baby angel. Harry says he looks like a pig with an wig. Aunt Petunia really needs to get her eyes checked. Besides, Dudley is so fat I wonder how he can walk with those short chubby legs.

Dudley counts his presents, his fat fingers counting a present one by one. "Thirty-five, Thirty-six, and…" He says, trailing off stupidly as he tries to remember the next number. "Thirty seven, Dudders," Aunt Petunia says. Dudley's face fell. "That's two less than last year." He said, looking at his mother. " Popkin, you haven't counted Aunt Marge's present yet. It's under this large one from Piers."

"Alright, thirty-seven then." He said, going red in the face. Harry and I started sneaking some food just in case he was going to have a big Dudley tantrum. Aunt Petunia probably also felt something, because she said quickly, "We'll buy two more presents for you today while we're out. How's that, sweetheart?"

Dudley thought for a moment. "So I'll have thirty…thirty…"

"Thirty-nine popkin."

"Alright," Dudley grabbed the nearest plate of bacon and sat down, stuffing the pieces in his mouth.

I wonder how much of his body he has left to fit his extra fat. In some more years he going to have to roll, not walk.

Uncle Vernon ruffled Dudley's hair. "Little tyke want's his money's worth. Just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley!"

"Yeah," I secretly think. "Just like how those two are fat, selfish and stupid."

The telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to go get it. I watched Dudley greedily tear the paper off a new racing bike. Then Dudley moved on to ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch as Aunt Petunia came in, looking angry and worried.

"Bad News, Vernon. Mrs. Figg's broken her leg."

Dudley had his mouth open in horror, while mine gave a leap. Ever year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him on adventure parks, hamburger restaurants or to the movies. And every year Me and Harry were left at Mrs. Figg's, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. I absolutely hated it in there. The place smelled like cabbage and lettuce, and Mrs. Figgs made me and Harry look at the photographs of all the cats she ever owned.

"We could phone Marge." Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, she hates those two." Aunt Petunia argued.

The Dursleys often spoke like this, pretending we were not there, or rather that we were something they could never get rid of.

"You could just leave us here," I said hopefully, since I could watch television for the first time and maybe even play some of Dudley's board games with Harry.

"And find the house in ruins?" Aunt Petunia growled.

"We won't blow up the house" Harry said, but they weren't listening.

"I suppose we could take them to the zoo… "Aunt Petunia said, "And leave them in the car."

"The car's new, who knows what might happen to it with them sitting in it."

Dudley began to bawl loudly. It had been years since he really cried, now he just screwed his face and wailed because he knew he would his mother would give him anything he wanted. Such a spoiled boy.

"Don't worry Dudlelykins, Mummy won't let them ruin your special day!" Aunt Petunia said, throwing her arms around him.

"I don't…want them…to come!" Dudley gasped between between big sobs. He shot me and Harry a big, nasty grin. I rolled my eyes. Dudley was such a bad faker I wonder if Aunt Petunia if is stupid.

Then, the doorbell rang. "Oh, good lord, they're here!" Aunt Petunia said frantically, and went to get the door. Dudley's friend, Piers, a hair with ratty brown hair came in and winked at me. Oh, I forgot to mention that Piers likes me. But there is no way in hell I would like him. Harry's eyes narrowed at this but I gave him a "gag me" gesture.

Dudley stopped crying at once and went on discussing with Piers the latest kids to bully.

Half an hour later, I was sitting with Harry, Dudley and Piers in the car. My Aunt and Uncle didn't know what to do with us, so they took us with them.

Uncle Vernon had warned us about no "funny business". By that he meant strange things were happening when we were there. Like, one time Aunt Petunia had cut my hair so short it looked like a boy's. But by the time I woke up the next day, my hair had grown to its normal length. I had tried to explain to them that I didn't try to do anything and Harry defended me, which earned me and him a week without food. Also, one time Harry was being chased by Dudley's gang and he jumped behind those big trash cans outside the kitchen, but he ended up on the school roof instead.

Well, today anything wasn't going to go wrong(At least I hope). Besides, if I wasn't going to go to Mrs. Figg's cabbage smelling room, it was going to be worth it.

Uncle Vernon was complaining to Aunt Petunia while he was driving. He loved complaining about things a lot. His favorite topics were Me and Harry, the bank, and the people at work. Today he was complaining about motorcycles. "Those maniacs, roaring through the road." he was saying.

"I had a dream about a motorcycle once." Harry said suddenly. "It was flying." That's strange. I had the same dream.

Uncle Vernon, however, did not have the same reaction as me. He almost ran into a sign while driving. "Motorcycles don't fly!" He said furiously, spit flying out of his mouth.

"I know, it was just a dream," Harry said quickly.

Piers and Dudley snickered. I came to Harry's rescue. "We know" I retort, "But we just wanted to know how stupid you guys were."

After a hour (Or what seemed like of a hour of Aunt Petunia glaring at me) we arrived at the zoo.

At the entrance, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia bought Dudley and Piers two big chocolate ice creams, and me and Harry got each got a cheap lemon ice pop, because the smiling lady in the van asked what we wanted before we could go away. Today was the best I had in a long time, I thought as I licked my ice pop, watching a big gorilla that looked like Dudley, except that it was way better looking than him.

We ate at the zoo restaurant, and Me and Harry got to finish Dudley's sandwich,(he threw a tantrum because there wasn't enough mayo in there, and his dessert, which he also did too because there wasn't enough ice cream in there.)

After lunch we went to the reptile room. It was dark and damp with some tiny lanterns illuminating the glass windows. Thousands of reptiles were crawling along the bits of wood and stone.

Dudley and Piers were trying to find man-crushing snakes, and soon enough, they found one.

A boa constrictor about 60 feet long was napping lazily, curled up underneath its scales. "Make it move." Dudley whined to his dad. Uncle Vernon knocked on the glass, but the snake didn't even budge. "I'm bored…" Dudley moaned, stuffing his fat hands in his pockets.

After Dudley had left, I walked up to the glass and motioned for Harry to follow me. I felt pretty bad for the snake. It must be very dull, waking up everyday and having annoying people like Uncle Vernon rap on the glass. "I know how it feels like to be cooped up everyday." I murmured to the snake.

Then, it did something very unexpected. It opened its small black eyes and raised its head until it was eye level with Harry and Me.

The snake gave me and Harry a look that said:

"Yes, it is very boring."

"It's really annoying too." Harry whispered through the glass.

"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! LOOK AT WHAT THE SNAKE'S DOING!" Piers shouted loudly.

Dudley waddled up and roughly pushed my brother out of the way. I sent Dudley a glare before helping my brother up. Suddenly, the glass vanished in front of our eyes. The snake slithered away and I could've sworn I heard it say "Thanksss, Amigosss."

"Errrr... you're welcome?" I sputter out, standing frozen in shock.

"What the...Emery, what just happened?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." I reply.

I look over my shoulder and see Uncle Vernon's purple face.

"I do know that we are in big trouble, though" I add.

After the incident(cough,cough the vanishing glass)Uncle Vernon was very furious. He was so furious that when we came home he promptly collapsed on the couch and managed to say "Cupboard. Stay. Don't let me see you again." as Aunt Petunia rushed to get him a towel and water.

The boa constrictor incident probably had the longest punishment. When the punishment ended, summer had already started.

My brother was really relived when school ended, because Dudley's gang always had done one sport: Harry hunting. I sometimes pretended to flirt with Piers to distract them so Harry could get away.

The end result was bad, though. Piers tried to kiss me and I had to punch him in the end. Harry approved. He said to let him punch him next time.

Anyway, when Dudley came home he paraded around the dining room. He looked really stupid and fat, like a elephant with short legs wearing a tailcoat. I think I might have pulled a muscle trying not to laugh. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had different reactions. Aunt Petunia cried about her "ickle Dudleykins" all grown up while Uncle Vernon gruffly said that this was the proudest moment of his life. Boy, how wrong they were.

And as Me and Harry went up to our cupboard this night, we burst in to tears and laughed till our sides hurt. Now that was a amusing evening.

The next morning, we were greeted by a horrible smell when we went to the kitchen for breakfast. The smell was coming from a large tub in the sink. "You don't think that's Dudley's smell of urine?" I whispered to Harry.

"Maybe, I think Dudley is the only person who could a smell that bad." He chuckled.

I didn't really think that was Dudley's urine so I asked my Aunt what it was.

She looked very uncomfortable just like every time I asked a question and answered, "It's your brother's new uniform."

Harry looked at the bowl."Oh. I didn't realize it had to be so wet."

"Don't be stupid. I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old thing's gray for you so it'll look like everyone else's." She snapped.

"Don't call my brother stupid." I snapped back, shooting a glare at my Aunt.

"Listen here, you-" Aunt Petunia started, but my brother cut her off.

He gave me a look that clearly said Thank you, but I'm your brother. I'm supposed to protect you. And he said for me "She is sorry, Aunt Petunia and I am too."

"Whatever," she grumbled, "But if she says that one more time-"

"I'm sure she won't." He finished. I gave him a look that said Seriously?! but Harry silenced me with a look of worthy of Aunt Petunia.

As we were talking, Dudley and Uncle Vernon came downstairs. Their faces scrunched up at the smell and Dudley banged his Smeltings stick on the table while Uncle Vernon sat down and began to read the paper.

Then we heard the click of the mail slot and the flutter of papers.

"Go get the mail, Dudley." Uncle Vernon said, not even bothering to look up.

"Make Harry go get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley go get it." Harry answered back.

"I'll get it." I stood up and walked to the mail box.

"Actually, I'll go with her." Harry said and followed me.

When we reached the mail box I opened it and rummaged through the letters. In there was one brown envelope that looked like a bill and a postcard that was sent from Aunt Marge.

But then my eye caught the most peculiar looking thing. It was another envelope. It seemed ordinary but this one was like no other. The envelope was made out of yellowish parchment like the paper had been old, but it had no smell to it. There was even no stamp. But in the middle, addressed neatly in shiny emerald ink was

Mr. H Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

I was so deep in thought I had forgotten my brother was standing behind me.

"Woah, that's for me?"

"Yeah," I said, handing the envelope to Harry, "It's yours, all right." He reached a shaking hand and took it from me.

"I don't believe it." He murmured, and flipped it over slowly.

"Look." I pointed to a purple waxed seal bearing a coat of arms. It had a lion, badger, eagle and a snake surrounding a big black H in the middle"What is that?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I hope we'll find out." He replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"What's taking so long?" Uncle Vernon yelled from the kitchen. "Looking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Ha, Ha, Ha. I thought sarcastically. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe.

We went back to the kitchen with Harry still staring numbly at his letter. I handed Uncle Vernon the postcard and bill and sat down next to Vernon flipped over the Postcard and ripped over the bill. He snorted and turned to Aunt Petunia.

"Marge's ill." He said to her. "Ate a funny whelk-"

"Dad." Dudley said suddenly, pointing a chubby finger at Harry. "He's got something."

We were just about to open the letter but Uncle Vernon ripped it out of Harry's hands.

"That's ours!" I said, standing up and trying to snatch it back but my legs were too short.

Darn it. Curse these short legs of mine.

"Who'd be writing to you?" He sneered at Harry and opened the letter.

As he was reading it, his face looked like he was choking. It went from white to red like a pair of headlights.

"P-P-Petunia!" Uncle Vernon, with his hands trembling, he showed it to Petunia curiously read it. She looked like she was having a heart attack. She clutched her hands and her knuckles turned white.

"Hello?" I waved my hand in front of them. "We want our letter back." They seemed to forgotten we were there. Dudley gave his father a sharp tap on his head with his Smeltings stick.

"Get out of here, all of you." Uncle Vernon croaked weakly.

My brother didn't move. "I WANT MY LETTER!" He shouted loudly.

"Harry should read it, it's his letter after all." I put a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked down and shot me a grateful smile.

"Let me see it!" Dudley demanded.

"Out! All of you!" Uncle Vernon roared. He picked Dudley and Harry up by the scruffs of their necks and pushed me roughly out of the room and slammed the door behind us. Dudley and Harry had a silent fight who would listen through the keyhole. But I won, and Harry listened at the crack of the door.

"Vernon." Aunt Petunia was saying in a shaking voice. "Look at the address. How could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the House?"

"Watching-spying-might be following us." Uncle Vernon muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

"Should we tell them we don't want them to go, Vernon?" Aunt Petunia asked, clutching her hands.

"No," Uncle Vernon said finally after a long pause. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... It'll be better." Aunt Petunia looked like she wanted to argue, but she pursed her lips and nodded.

When me and Harry were in our cupboard this night, Uncle Vernon visited us. It was strange since he had never did that before.
"Where's my letter?" Harry asked just as Uncle Vernon squeezed his humongous body through the door. "It was addressed to you by mistake." He replied.

"Harry should read it. It's his letter. It even had the place he sleeps in on it!" I butted in.

"Silence!"

Harry slid me behind his back just in case things were going to get ugly. Uncle Vernon forced a strained smile and took a few breaths. "And about that cupboard, boy, you're getting a little too big for it. We think you can move in Dudley's second bedroom."

"What?!" Harry and I say in sync.

"And you, Emery, " He turned to me"You can move into the guest room."

That left me too stunned to speak. Sure, I didn't mind sharing a room with Harry, but I've always wanted to sleep in that room.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Don't ask questions!" Uncle Vernon snapped angrily. "Take your stuff to your room."

The next few days were pretty weird and funny at the same time. So many letters had flew in from everywhere. In desperation, Uncle Vernon had nailed the mailbox shut. One time Dudley, Harry, and Uncle Vernon were wrestling at each other to get the letter.

But it seemed the people mailing it wouldn't give up. On Friday, hundreds of letters flew in from the windows, fireplace and door. On Saturday Aunt Petunia found 24 letters rolled up in the two dozen eggs had bought.
But Sunday was the funniest. A steam of letters pelted into the living room. The Dursleys ducked, but Me and Harry tried to catch one. I managed to read the first sentence before it was ripped out of my hand by Uncle Vernon.

But it looked like Uncle Vernon had enough of the nonsense.

"That does it." He had said. "Everyone pack up and be ready to go in ten minutes."

And here we were, speeding along a highway, with Harry hugging me closely to his chest. We stopped at a defeated and gloomy looking hotel on the edge of town.

I shared a bed with Harry in the night, curling up next to him and trying to stay warm with the musty blankets and sheets. Harry stayed awake, but had his arm around me. "Harry?" I said, tapping his shoulder. He looked down at me. "I read the first sentence of the letter."

"Really?! What was it?" He sat up and looked at me intently.

It's a letter from some kind of school," I continued. "I think it has a place for you to go there, but Uncle Vernon doesn't want you to go."

"Hmmm..." He murmured and laid back down. "That's strange. Anyway, go to sleep already, Emery. You don't need to worry yourself with my letter."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes.

We ate some stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes for breakfast the next day. When we just finished, the owner of the hotel walked over to us and asked ,"Excuse me, but is one of you Mr. H Potter? We have about 20 letters addressed to him." She held up another letter.

"Yes! That's my broth-" But Uncle Vernon clamped my mouth with his right hand while he used his other one to knock Harry's hand when he made a grab for the letter.

"I'll take them." Before he left, he told us we were going again and stood up quickly, following the owner. When he was back, he carried a large box in his hands. When Aunt Petunia asked what it was, he ignored her.

After a couple of hours, we were off again. It seemed Uncle Vernon was looking for a place with no mailboxes or no way you could deliver letters.

It started to rain on the way. big raindrops beat on the hood of the car, like someone knocking to come in. I thought the sound was really interesting and I listened to it closely. Dudley, on the other hand, wasn't doing as well as me.

"It's Monday." Dudley told his mother glumly. "I want to stay at a place with television. Great Humberto's on TV tonight."

Monday. I thought. It's Harry's birthday tomorrow. I think I have a present to give him.

I searched in my pockets and found a almost completed leather bracelet. The beads were shaped like letters and the it spelled out:the best big brother in the world. Only that it was missing the last letter, D.

As I was deep in thought,we stopped at a miserable looking shack. Uncle Vernon told us that we would be staying here for the night. One thing was for sure, though. There was no television in there. When Uncle Vernon was trying to make a fire, he told me and Harry to gather some sticks. On the beach, I crouched down, trying to find something that shaped like and to my Luck,there was a granite stone shaped like a lowercase D, lying on the shore of the water, with a hole in it big enough to string something through it.

When we went back, we ate some rations that Uncle Vernon brought us. It was five bags of chips each and five bananas.

Uncle Vernon tried to start a fire with some empty chip bags and the sticks me and Harry had gathered but failed. He still was in a cheerful mood, though. He thought no one could deliver a letter to here.

I hate to say it but I agree.

As night fell, a storm started to brew. Sea spray splashed at the house and into the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets and made a bed for Dudley in a patched sofa bed. Me and Harry got a thin, ragged blanket and I used the hoodie I was wearing for a mattress. I curled up next to my brother, who was staring at the old clock on the wall. I think he was waiting to midnight, because then that it would be his birthday. I was too.

One more minute... Then the clock struck midnight. It was Tuesday, the day of Harry's birthday.

I tugged on Harry's sleeve. He turned over and looked at me.

"Happy birthday." I gingerly handed the leather bracelet over to Harry and gave him a hug.

"Thanks!" His green eyes brightened up beneath his shaggy hair and he hugged me back."You're the best little sister I could ask for."

"You don't need to get mushy about it." I replied, smiling. "I know I am." He laughed and hugged me one more time, ruffling my hair.

We listened to the slapping of waves on the shore and the pounding of rain on the roof.

It's almost like the rain is knocking to come in. I thought.

I closed my eyes. I wonder if something else is knocking to come in.

BOOM! The shack shook. I was right. It seemed like something or someone was knocking to come in.

Harry sat up, quickly followed by me.

BOOM.

It happened again.

Uncle Vernon came barreling in, with a rifle in his hands. So that was what it was in the box. "Who's there?"He shouted, trying to mask his fear but failing. "I warn you, I'm armed!"He squeaked loudly, his voice trembling.

There was a long pause. Then a final BOOM. This time it was hit with such force, the door fell down, coming out of its hinges.

A gigantic man, almost as tall as a elephant, appeared in the doorway. He beady black eyes that glinted through his wild hair. His beard covered a whole lot of his face, tangling together in a endless maze of hair.

He bent down and squeezed through the doorframe. He carefully placed the door back on its hinges, and turned and set his black beetle eyes on them.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's been a long journey."

"Errr...I'm sorry. We have no tea packs or mixes."I timidly said from behind Harry. My brother gave me a warning look.

The giant chuckled at us."It's okay, I'm not goin' to hurt yeh."

"Budge up, yeh great lump." He said to Dudley. He made some kind of squeaking noise and ran to his mother.

"An' here's Harry and Emery!"

I looked up onto his his face. He had a crinkly smile. I immediately decided I liked him.

"Las' time I saw you two, you were only babies. Yeh' grown a lot." The stranger said. He turned to Harry. "Yeh' look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got your mum's eyes."He smiled bigger at me. "Yeh look a lot like yer mum, bit yeh have yer dad's hair." He remarked, scratching his beard."I...look like my Mom?" I stammered.

He nodded, which looked like a clump of hair that was bobbing back and forth.

"I demand you leave at once, sir!" Uncle Vernon rasped. "You are breaking and entering!"

"Ah, shut up Dursley, yer great prune." the giant said, grabbing the rifle out of uncle Vernon's hands. He twisted it in to a knot and threw it in a corner of a room.

Well, one thing's for sure. I thought. You don't want to mess with him.

Uncle Vernon made a funny noise, like a cat having a seizure.

"Anyway-Harry" The giant said amiably. "A very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yer here-I mighta sat on it at some point, but it'll taste all right."
He handed over a squashed chocolate cake with messy green icing that said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!
Harry looked up at the giant. His words seemed to have gotten lost in his throat. "Who are you?"

"Harry!" I whispered under my breath. "That's rude!"

The giant smiled at us again."It's okay, I haven't introduced meself. Name's Hagrid, the keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts."

"What about that tea, eh?" He said and started to make a fire at the fireplace. His body was covering the whole fireplace. We couldn't see what he was doing, but in a few more seconds, a roaring fire took place of the empty dark fireplace.

The giant sat on the sofa, and took some things out of his coat. He pulled a pack of squashed sausages, a poker, a kettle, and several chipped white mugs.
He started to make some sausages. The air was filled with the sound of the sizzling and crackling of the sausages. Nobody said anything while he was making the sausages, so I decided to break the silence.

"Hagrid, What is Hogwarts like?" I asked, sitting down next to him as Harry threw me a panicking look.

"I thought you would know all about it." He said quizzically as he slid the first six burnt sausages to me and Harry.

"No," I said, and took a sausage from Hagrid.

"NO!" He jumped up. His face looked like it was about to explode.

"Sorry," Harry said quickly, and set down his sausage.

"Sorry!It's them who should be sorry!" Hagrid growled at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the wall. "I knew yeh weren't getting yer letters, but I never thought you wouldn't know abou' Hogwarts fer cryin' out loud!" Did yeh never wonder where your parents learned it all?"

"All what?" I asked, growing more interested by the second.

"ALL WHAT?!" Hagrid roared. "Now wait jus' one minute!"

He took a few steps toward the Dursleys, who backed away and squeaked.

"Do you mean ter tell that this boy an' girl don' knows about nothin'?!" Hagrid snarled at the Dursleys, and glared at them savagely.

Well, this was getting pretty weird. I mean, my grades were pretty good. They were mostly As and some B+s.

"I'm not stupid. I do know things. My grades are OK." I said

"Yeah, Emery's grades are actually pretty good." Harry said, giving me a pat on his back.
I beamed at the praise my brother had given me and gave him a warm smile in return.

Hagrid ignored the comment and waved a dismissive hand, "About our world, I mean. Yer parent's world. Your world."

"Huh?" I set my eyes on Hagrid with a questioning stare. "What kind of world? What do you mean?"

Hagrid's face had now had become a tomato red.

"DURSLEY!" He thundered.

Uncle Vernon, who was pressing himself on the wall, took a few rapid deep breaths and started getting so pale he looked like a ghost. Hagrid kept fixing us with a piercing gaze.

"Yeh don' know..." He mumbled wildly, raking his hands through his hair and setting his eyes on me and Harry.

"All righ', I guess I'll tell you then. It's high time yeh should know, anyway." He finished after the long pause.

Uncle Vernon seemed to gain some more courage at this.

"Stop." He demanded. " Stop right there, sir. I forbid you to tell them anything!"

Hagrid swallowed slowly and turned to face Uncle Vernon. The look on his face could have made a pro wrestler cry for his mama.

"You never told them? Never told them that they were famous? You never told them what Dumbledore wrote the letter! Never?! An' you kept it from them all these years?"

"Kept us from what?" Harry asked eagerly and skeptically at the same time.

Aunt Petunia looked like she was about to faint.

"Go boil yer heads." He said Hagrid. "Harry, yer a wizard. Emery, yer a witch."

"I'm a what?!" Harry and me gasp at the same time.

This isn't possible. I thought. Magic isn't real. But then, something in my brain clicked.

It all made sense now. The letters and all those weird and crazy things that happened to Me and Harry. The vanishing glass. The wandering on the school roofs. And the rapid growth of my hair. They were all magical.

The first sentence from the letter, I thought hurriedly. Something about a school.

"Aha! That's it!" I said suddenly. "Me and Harry going to go to a magic school, right? It all makes sense now!"

Hagrid was beaming proudly at me. "A real Ravenclaw, this one. Yer very smart, Emery."
My thoughts turned to confusion again. "A Raven what?"

Harry was as confused as me. "What's a Ravenclaw? What's Hogwarts? And why is me and Emery a wizard and witch?" He stammered out at the same time.

Hagrid chuckled at him. "You'll find out soon enough Harry. But yer smart little sister knows it all, so try'n ask her. Righ' now, just get some rest. We're goin' to take you to buy your school supplies tomorrow." He pulled out a ruffled looking Owl out of his coat.

I wonder if his coat had a bottomless pit or something. And why did he have a Owl?

But Hagrid ignored the look of bewilderment across my face. He scribbled a note and clamped it in the Owl's beak and threw it out of the window, into the storm. He made it seem normal as talking on a telephone.

"Just wait right there," Uncle Vernon panicked. "He isn't coming to that stupid freak school, and nor is she."

Hagrid grunted. "I'd like to see a great Muggle like you stop them."

"What's a muggle?" Harry asked curiously.

"A non-magic folk, not like us. But in Hogwarts, nobody's a muggle. And under the training of Albus Dumbledore, he'll be a fine wizard. And you will be a good witch, Emery." Hagrid added.

Uncle Vernon still wasn't giving in. "I am not paying some old crackpot to teach him some magic tricks."

But Uncle Vernon was pushing his luck too far.

Hagrid grabbed and pointed his pink umbrella and pointed at Uncle Vernon.

"NEVER INSULT ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IN FRONT OF ME!" He roared, and a jet of light from his umbrella came from his umbrella and then a flash of light of purple light and followed by Dudley squealing in pain, clutching his butt.

Uncle Vernon gave a glare us a mix of fear and anger, and he pulled his family into the other room.

After he left I stared laughing loudly.

"Shouldn't lost me temper," He smiled at me," But it didn't work anyway. I meant to turn him into a pig but he was so much of a pig there wasn't much in him anyway."

I smiled and remarked, "You should see how much he eats!"

He cast a grin at me and looked at Harry. "I'll be happy if you don't mention to anyone at Hogwarts."

"Ok," Harry answered.

"Alrigh', tomorrow's going to be a big day so try to get some sleep."Hagrid said, and me and Harry curled up on his coat.

The next morning, I woke up feeling dazed and confused. Was I just dreaming that a giant came in and said that we were a wizard and witch? No, that wasn't possible, The dream was set n the morning and it seemed very real. As I sat up, I realized I was right. A giant brown coat was covering me and Harry, and we were in the same Hut as before.

"Harry," I whispered, and gently shook him awake.

He blinked and sat up, putting on his glasses and looking around groggily. "Was it all a dream? No wait it wasn't...It was real, wasn't it?"

I punched him playfully on the shoulder. "Of course it was! What do you think Dumbo?"

Suddenly a knocking sound was heard, and I went to find it. I almost fell over when I saw what it was. There was a barn Owl knocking on the window! I shakily opened the window, and it swooped in and started attacking Hagrid's coat.

"Wait, stop," Harry tried to shoo the Owl away. "Don't do that."

"I think he wants something." I remarked pointing it the coat. "It's probably from the coat."

Hagrid started to wake up and grunted "Yer right, Emery. Pay him."

"What?"

"The Owl wants money for delivering the letter." I explained and rummaged through the pockets of his coat, trying to find something that looked like money. I eventually found a bag full of coins.

"How much Hagrid?" I asked, and held up the bag.

"Five knuts."

"Huh?"

"The little bronze ones."

I opened the bag and picked out five bronze coins. The Owl held his leg so I could put them into a small leather pouch. I slipped them in, and gave him a gentle pat on his head. The Owl nipped me gently by the ear and flew off.

"Wow," Harry observed. "You're good with animals."

"I see 10 years of being with me has not been wasted, big brother." I said sarcastically.

He laughed and playfully slapped my shoulder.

"He's righ', you're good with animals," Hagrid said from behind us. "Hope I'm going to be teacher of the care of magical creatures in yer year. I'd like to teach you."

"Thanks," A warm feeling rose from my stomach.

"I'm going to take Harry to take to but his school supplies." Hagrid yawned, and stretched his arms.

"Oh. Do I have to stay here all of the time Harry stays at Hogwarts?" I said. The warm feeling had disappeared.

"I can't do that! Emery's all I have left." Harry shouted desperately, his voice cracking.

"No," Hagrid said, "You can stay with your godfather, if you like."

"Ok, I will." I answered.

"You're going to be Ok right?" Harry asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and Hagrid added, "I'll send you to him when Harry leaves for Hogwarts."

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Severus Snape."

When Hagrid and Harry had left, I just sat in silence in the car while we drove back to 4 Privet drive. When we arrived, I just sat in my room, because the Dursleys were so afraid of me.

I was glad when Harry had come back, because it was really awkward and Harry also brought a lot of interesting stuff with him. I read a lot of his books, and played with his new Owl Hedwig, for a while.

When it was time for Harry to leave, Hagrid came again and used this weird thing called Floo Powder. I t was some kind of Wizard transportation.

This is really weird, I thought as I disappeared into green flame, waving back to Hagrid and Harry. I arrived at a big dark house. It looked pretty gloomy in there. Most of it's windows blocked the house's inside. There was thick green ivy climbing up the black stone wall, and the door had two golden handles. I knocked on it tentatively. A House elf got the door (I read about them in one of Harry's books) and lead me to see a man with a hooked nose a greasy black hair with cold, dark eyes.

"Hello," He said. "I am your godfather, Severus Snape."