This story is based on the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. This is my twist on the series. Hope you enjoy it! Here is some background info:

The Burrow was being occupied by eight wizards. Five of them were Weasleys, and the rest were friends. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, and Ron were the only Weasleys at home. Harry Potter had also come from Number Four, privet Drive. The other two were very special guests. Harry's younger sister, Emma had come to stay at the Burrow with her friend Megara, also known as Meg. Emma Potter was beginning her first year at Hogwarts, along with Meg. The two had recently been reunited. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had only allowed one wizard to live in their household. So Emma had lived in another household, oblivious to who she really was. Professor McGonagall had collected Emma and brought her to the Burrow at the start of the summer.

Emma walked into the living room, humming quietly. She ran her fingers through her wavy, black hair, smiling.

"Hey, Emma," a male voice said. Emma turned around, startled, and saw Ron sitting on the couch, looking at her.

"Oh, hey, Ron," she said. He patted the seat next to him.

"Wanna sit?" Ron asked. Emma nodded and took the seat next to him.

"What's new?" Emma asked.

"Nothing much," he replied. "What's up with you?"

"Not much," she said, echoing what Ron had just said.

"You've seemed sad lately," Ron commented. Emma nodded.

"There is just so much going on lately. I found out my parents are dead, I have a brother, I am a wizard, and I keep getting into fights with Meg," she said, looking down sadly.

"I'm sorry," Ron said sincerely.

"Thanks," she replied. Absentmindedly, Emma placed her hand inches from Ron as she talked.

"Emma, I was wondering, if you would like to, um-" Ron said. He intertwined his hand with hers and continued, "If you would like to hang out tonight."

Emma blinked, staring at the hand that was holding hers. "What do you mean?"

Ron shifted nervously and continued, "Like as a date."

Emma widened her eyes in shock and replied, "Oh. That sounds, great." She smiled at him.

Ron smiled back. "Great! I'll pick you up around eight at your room." She blushed and nodded.

"Well, I got to go. Bye, Emma," Ron said. He released her hand and exited the room. Emma smiled, still blushing. She stood up and walked toward the stairs happily. Before she could ascend upstairs, Harry came down.

"Hey, Harry," she said, still having traces of blush.

Harry looked at her cheeks and asked, "Who got you so flustered?"

Emma smiled and replied, "Oh, it's just Ron. We're hanging out later tonight."

"Like a date?" he asked. She nodded happily. He continued, "Don't go."

Confusion lit up her face. "Why?"

He responded, "Because I'm forbidding you!" A look of outrage crossed her face as he said that.

"I'm 13! I can make my own decisions. And why do you want me to not go?" she argued.

"Cause Ron could hurt you! Do not go on that date!" Harry yelled.

"I want to go on that date and I am going to! I am not a baby!" she said firmly.

"You're my baby sister! I refuse to let you go!" Harry told her.

Emma took a deep breath. "I'm going."

"I will stop you from going on that date!" he warned.

She put her hands on her hips. "And how are you planning on doing that?" Harry reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at her. She gasped and stepped backward.

Harry looked at her, "Don't make me. I will make sure you do not go on that date!" He stepped forward. Glancing at the door, Emma turned to run. Harry yelled the Tripping Jinx and Emma fell to the ground.

"I cannot believe you just did that," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm your sister."

"And that's why I must stop that date," Harry said. He turned and walked up the stairs to his room before slamming the door. He walked into the room and saw Ron standing by his bed.

Ron smiled. "Hey, Harry." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Cut it, Ronald," he said furiously. Ron's smile dropped.

"What's up with you?" Ron asked, curious.

Harry spoke in a dead quiet voice. "You asked out my sister!" Ron timidly looked at him.

"Was that wrong?" he asked. Harry nodded. Ron looked at him. "Sorry."

Harry furiously shook his head. "Sorry won't cut it. Don't go on that date." Ron shifted slightly.

"I'm going on that date, Harry. You can trust me. I'm your best mate," Ron said reassuringly.

"Then choose right now. Me or her," Harry said firmly.

"Putting your friendship on the line won't influence my decision. I'm going on that date," Ron said. "Any rules?" he added sarcastically.

"Do not kiss her, hug her, hold her hand, or get within a foot close to her," Harry said matter-of-factly.

Ron smiled. "I was planning on kissing her."

Harry's scowl didn't waver. "Too. Bloody. Bad."

Ron scowled right back and replied, "Too bloody bad for you because I am still going to kiss her." Harry walked up to him and slapped him. Then, he turned away. Right before he exited, he stopped and said, "I will stop her from dating you if it's the last thing I do." Then, he left the room, boiling with rage.