Chapter One: Diagon Alley

Emma Swan scans over her sixth year shopping list, as she licks away at her ice-cream cone she had brought in with her from the "Muggle" world, A.K.A, the non-magical folk community. She is standing outside Flourish and Blotts. In her other hand, she holds a piece of paper with a list of textbooks for the year. She quickly finishes her ice cream cone, wanting to get her books as fast as she can, so she has enough time to check out Quality Quidditch Supplies, where she knows her best friend, David Nolan will be and not to mention, she also has to visit Madam Fauna'sfor a new set of robes.

Emma steps back from the door as it opens, and smiles when she sees four of her friends from the Ravenclaw house; Ariel, Eric, Aurora and Phillip leaving the shop.

"Did you have a good summer?" Ariel asks, as she pulls Emma into a quick hug.

The blonde shrugs and simply chuckles in the friendliest manner she can muster. "Well, Lily isn't as big as a bully. I think she might be getting knocked around at her new school."

Lily, or Lilith, is the blood daughter of Priscilla and James Page, who had reluctantly taken Emma in as a baby when Priscilla's sister, Odette and her husband passed away in a car crash sixteen years ago. Priscilla and James knew that Emma was going to be just like her parents… a witch. For years, they had tried to bring Emma up as normal as they could. Forced her into doing things that were as 'normal' as they believed, and even allowed their daughter, Lily to push Emma around, in hopes that Emma would be scared enough to not try any funny business. None had worked, because on Emma's eleventh birthday, just like every other witch and wizard, she'd received her letter of acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Reluctantly, they had allowed Emma to go.

"Really?" Ariel asks in a surprised manner. "I always thought your dear cousin was the biggest bully Little Whinging could offer."

"Apparently not." Emma mutters, as Aurora hugs her. "Well, I better get my books if I want to have any attempt of catching David in the Quidditch shop. See you tomorrow on the Hogwarts Express."

Aurora smiles. "Have a good one Emma."

As Emma moves past Eric, he pats her shoulder in a friendly manner, before following Ariel, their hands immediately joining. Emma smiles for a few moments, as she watches them walk away, before turning to the crazily crowded book shop. Like always, the store is full of Hogwarts students of all ages.

A girl who Emma presumes is going into the first year is trying to reach a book to her right. Emma chuckles softly, as she makes her way over and passes the girl the book.

"Here you go." Emma smiles.

"Thank you." The small girl squeaks, before running off to join her parents.

Emma continues to make her way deeper into the store, heading to the sixth year section. It is a struggle manoeuvring through the crowded shop, and a relieved sigh escapes her lips, as she finally reaches her destination. The only other person there is a Slytherin girl, Tamara Green, who Emma is not too fond off.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff get on with one another. Slytherin on the other hand, believed they ruled the school. Everyone is pure-blood in their house, and they have a strong resentment against any witch or wizard that is not pure-blood. Emma, who is pure-blood herself, is still on the bottom of the food chain with the Slytherin's, as she is friends with everyone, even Muggle-born witches and wizards.

David Nolan is one of the rare cases at Hogwarts where he and his twin brother were separated into different houses. James Nolan, who David says was cruel as a child was sorted into Slytherin, whilst David into Gryffindor with Emma. The Nolan family were and are proud of both boys, well their mother, Ruth is. Albert took a while to get over the Gryffindor situation.

Tamara turns and smirks when she sees Emma standing there.

"Already performing your prefect duties I see. Helping that little girl reach for her book was adorable." Tamara teases in a nasty manner.

Emma rolls her eyes and turns to the shelf, running her fingers along the spine of the best looking copy of The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6.

"Tamara don't waste your breath." Comes a cocky Irish drawl.

Emma stiffens as she selects her book. Of course Killian Jones had to be there. The one person that makes Emma feel sick straight to the stomach.

Killian Jones is the King of Slytherin, which is quite funny because his older brother Liam Jones, who passed away in a Quidditch accident, was the king of Gryffindor. Killian is known for his cold attitude, steely gazes and snarky remarks. He is every non-Slytherin's worst nightmare.

Emma herself had a rather unfortunate encounter with him last year on the Quidditch pitch, when they had both dived for the snitch at the same time, only to collide mid-air. Luckily for Emma, she had regained consciousness first and had managed to catch the golden snitch, just as Killian awoke. It was safe to say, she was number one on his hate list.

"Surprised she hasn't run out of money in that vault of hers yet. Surely her parents couldn't have been that rich when they died." Tamara remarks, smirking when she sees Emma tense again.

Killian shrugs. "Her parents were con artist, so it doesn't surprise me."

Emma grabs the book and moves away from them and goes to another shelf, this time just selecting the first copy she can find. Killian has rattled her cage, just like he always did, and the entire six weeks of summer holidays, she had spent it questioning how on earth he had managed to become a prefect.

"I see Gryffindor's golden girl got the prefect badge. Not much of a surprise." Killian notes, as he stands beside her in a leering manner.

"And I see you got one too. Did daddy buy it for you?" She coos in a teasing tone, and Killian doesn't answer. "Thought so."

Tamara glares at Emma as the blonde picks up her last book, heading to the back of the line to pay. Killian turns to Tamara and smirks maliciously.

"The lass better hope she doesn't get night time patrol with me. I'll turn her into a toad."

….

By the time Emma has paid for her books, she tucks them into the library bag she had brought with her, and quickly exits the store, just as another group of Slytherin's enter. Killian's evil girlfriend, Milah Rivers is amongst them, tossing her brunette hair over her shoulder as though she is a Victoria's Secret model. (Though Emma notes, Milah more than likely doesn't know what Victoria's Secret is).

Emma ignores them as she takes off down the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies,a lighter spring in her step now as she is away from the people she dislikes the most.

Once inside the Quidditch Shop, she smiles when her eyes landed on David, who is currently in the process of inspecting the new Firebolt broom. He has an interested look on his face, as his mother listens curiously to the shop assistant who is explaining the Firebolt's pros and cons. it to her. James, his twin brother, is nowhere in sight. Emma stands where she is, waiting for David to look up, and when he does, a large smile plasters across his face, as he runs forwards and pulls her into a tight hug.

"Emma!" He chuckles.

"Hey, David." Emma laughs, as she looks at the boy who is like her brother. "How was your summer in Egypt?"

"Good." David answers, as Emma follows him back over to Ruth who also pulls Emma in for a hug.

"You look so good, Emma. You've tanned. Been spending a lot of time outside?" Ruth smiles.

"I guess you could say that. A new park opened where Priscilla and James have a house, so I've been spending a lot of time on the swing set."

Ruth nods her understanding.

"So where's Mary Margaret?" Emma asks, prodding David's arm. "You two are normally joined at the hip."

David turns a slight shade of red and looks at Emma in a bashful manner.

"Her, Eva and Leo are getting lunch. You know how Professor Blanchard is. Sees her daughter all year, but still won't let Mary Margaret out of her sight." David chuckles.

Emma lets out a gentle laugh. "Sounds like Eva."

"Have you seen anyone else from school yet?" Ruth asks, as they make their way out of the Quidditch shop and to Madam Fauna's.

"I saw Ariel, Aurora, Eric and Phillip leaving Flourish and Blotts, with their textbooks. I caught sight of Alice and Cyrus on the way in, and uh, ran into Tamara Green and Killian Jones."

"Ew." David says with fake gag. "Can't stand either of them."

Emma nods her agreement. "Exactly. Anyway, Jones was his usual arrogant self and Tamara as big as a bitch as ever. Yet again, don't expect anything else from their lot."

"James is one of them…" Ruth says sadly. "He's just becoming worse."

Emma places a comforting hand on Ruth's arm. "He'll learn sooner or later."

"I hope so."

The three of them enter Madam Fauna's, and Emma is immediately ushered onto a podium so that Fauna can measure her.

"Getting taller still, my dear. Five foot six almost now." Fauna smiles. "And so beautiful. You must have all the boys chasing after you."

Emma laughs. "Not exactly."

Fauna waves her wand, and Emma watches as a couple of robes start to magic themselves into her size, another couple doing the same for David, who has been measured by one of Fauna's shop assistants, Mayweather.

"So are you staying in the Leaky Cauldron tonight?' Ruth asks, once Emma has paid for her robes.

"Yes. Little John has shown his kindness once again. He always has." Emma smiles.

Outside the shop, and carrying their new robes, Emma's widens when she sees Mary Margaret, her other best friend since first year running towards her.

Mary Margaret is a tiny bit taller than Emma, and she is very fair-skinned like her mother, Eva, and Emma often thought she looked like Snow White. Mary Margaret has always had her hair cut into a pixie style fashion, and it suits her.

"Emma, I'm so happy to see you." Mary Margaret smiles, as the two friends' embraced. "I'm glad this summer you were allowed to send letters."

Emma laughs remembering the last summer when she had to send her owl, Henry home with David for the summer, because Uncle James had threatened to poison Henry if Emma brought him home again.

"Yep." Emma says. "Finally got him to agree. Or I might have threatened to use magic on him once I turn seventeen."

Mary Margaret rolls her eyes, before turning to David. David smiles and leans down to kiss her, before pulling back, entwining his fingers with Mary Margaret's.

"So, where do you want to go?" Emma asks, as Ruth leaves them to join Albert.

"I wanted to check out the joke shop." Mary Margaret smiles.

Like always, Neverland Joke Shop is as busy as ever. Kids run around, picking out sweets that can make them ill, fake quills, bad ink, fireworks, and to Emma it was a nightmare. She leaves Mary Margaret and David who are inspecting love potion's, heavens know what they needed that for, and Emma makes her way to the edible quills, and begins choosing out a few different flavours, in hopes that they will at least get her through a couple of weeks, before they went on their annual monthly trip to Hogsmeade. She reaches out, picks up a blueberry flavoured one and then suddenly feels a presence stand in front of her, and for the second time that day, she is face to face with Killian Jones.

"Edible quills." He remarks. "How childish."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Snarky remarks. How childish."

Killian smirks. "I do believe you just called yourself a child too, lass."

Emma goes to argue back, but quickly shuts her mouth when she realizes he is right. She has just given him a snarky reply and made herself look like an idiot….as per usual.

"What do you want, Jones? Still wanting a rematch from last year?" Emma asks, sensing straight away she has hit a sour nerve, when he narrows his eyes.

"That game should have been paused…"

"Rules don't work like that. You should know. Isn't your father, Captain of the Irish Quidditch team?"

Killian nods and his smirk is back. "Been reading up on me? I have to correct you though lass, he was the Quidditch Captain a few years ago."

"Uh, well you do make quite the habit of telling everyone. If something goes wrong in Quidditch, all we hear is 'My father will hear about this.'"

Killian rolls his eyes but his smirk doesn't disappear.

"So what do you want?" Emma snaps, getting frustrated.

"Thought I would just come over and say how much I am looking forward to being your fellow prefect this year. Let me say, Swan. I think we're going to have a ball working together."

And to top it all off, the bastard winks at her, before sauntering away like he owns the entire Diagon Alley itself.