Emily

12 pm midnight, the witching hour, she was born.

Doctors had never seen anything quite like it before. Emily Christine Dowager was delivered weighing 6 pounds 11 ounces. On her head was long silver and black hair intertwined. The Doctor, upon seeing, this was baffled.

"This can't be possible" she cried and paused

"Unless"

She put the baby down and pushed back her hair. Then promptly fainted.

There in the middle of Emily's forehead were the three silver stars.

The baby's laughter drowned out the nurses cry for help.

In room 207, that same night, in that very hospital, Harry James Potter was born to Lilly and James Potter.

The boy prophesized to be the savior of us all.

"Emily!!"

"Where are you worthless girl"

"Ohh" your so gonna get it" taunted Tatiana Legiuila. The most spoiled and horrid little brat St Joseph's orphanage had to offer and coincidently my sometimes best friend.

"Most likely but if I'm going down your sure as hell coming with me" I replied. It wasn't even my idea to steal the cake. I don't like strawberry Icing. But Tatiana just had to have it and if I didn't she would get me good

Sometimes I just can't wait to get away from her and out of here. Only 3 more years.

"Miss Cramer, Emily pushed me and went to the kitchen" Tatiana cried while flashing me a devilish grin.

The kitchen was in the direction directly opposite off where we were.

"You better run" she said

And so I did

We both did