Chapter One
Emma Davis wasn't a new girl. But, with all the stares she got walking into Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she might as well have been.
Emma wasn't very confident, she glanced at her standard black robes to make sure she had spilled nothing, then headed to the Gryffindor table. She sat in her usual place, at the far end, away from everyone.
She knew no one noticed her. She had been attending Hogwarts since first year, and she was going into fifth. She just wished she knew why people were staring.
"Is she new?" she heard a hurried whisper. She glanced down a few seats to see Harry Potter whispering to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
"No, you idiots. She's attended since first year. It's just . . . she looks different after this summer. She's Emma Davis," Hermione whispered back.
That was why everyone was staring at her? She had lost some weight, and changed her hair. She glanced at her hands, spreading them out on the table, glancing at her tan brown skin.
"Emma," Hermione called. Emma glanced up in surprise at the bushy haired girl who was motioning her over. She moved slowly over, and sat beside Hermione.
"Hello," she murmured, glancing at her plate. She glanced quickly up at Harry and Ron, across the table, then one the two other sides, one side having Fred and George, the other having Ginny.
"So, you aren't from England, are you?" Ron asked, glancing up at the Head Table.
"No. I'm from America. I like England though," she mumbled.
"You're Muggle-born, correct?" Hermione asked, sounding interested. Emma nodded quickly as the Sorting began.
"Hermione, are you a prefect?" Emma asked as the food started appearing on plates. Hermione gave a satisfied smile and nod. Harry laughed at that.
"Naturally. And, Harry here is another prefect," Ron laughed. Emma laughed out loud at that.
"I've heard many stories, and I wouldn't have believed at all that you would have been made a prefect with those things happening," Emma said. Harry laughed as well.
"What's sad is that it probably happened. I mean, I have done a lot of things in the past," Harry said, shrugging. The sorting soon started.
"Oh, a new member of the Potter gang?" a sneering voice from behind asked after the Sorting. Emma turned around and saw a pointed face framed by silvery hair. Pale silver eyes stood out from pale skin.
"Malfoy," Harry said pleasantly. "Yes, this is Emma Davis. That would be Davis to you. Emma, that's Draco Malfoy, as I'm sure you know," Harry murmured. Emma nodded, smiling at Malfoy.
"I remember you. You made fun of me a few times, and then decided I wasn't worth it," Emma said, smiling sweetly.
"I would never make fun of someone as lovely as you," Malfoy said smoothly. "In fact, I've never met you."
"Of course. I only have you in Potions and Care of Magical Creatures. You've never seen me before," Emma said, rolling her eyes. Malfoy glared at her for a brief moment, then grinned suddenly.
"Nice meeting you, Emma. See ya in class," he said, walking off. Emma stared after him, then turned back to Harry, Hermione, and Ron.
"I think he fancies her," Ginny said, giggling suddenly.
"And I think you're off your rocker, Ginny. He wouldn't fancy anyone that is either in Gryffindor, or is friends with Harry," Ron said. Ginny rolled her eyes, then looked at Emma.
"I think he fancies you," she said simply, before starting to eat. Emma smiled softly, then rolled her eyes.
"I don't think so, but it is possible. I don't know, I don't really like him," Emma said, shrugging. Harry grinned, then looked at George.
"Are you Quidditch captain, or is it Fred? Or Alicia? Or Katie?" Harry asked quickly.
"George and I are sharing. Why?" Fred asked.
"I was just thinking, we need another Chaser and a Keeper," he said. Fred nodded, grinning at Harry.
"We're going to have try-outs. You got onto the team through very unusual circumstances," George said. "Emma, you ride well?" he asked.
"Nothing unusual. I can, but I'm not great," she said, shrugging. Harry grinned at Emma, who smiled back.
"Why don't you ask Ginny? She's a great Quidditch player," Ron said, grinning at his brothers. Fred bit his lip, nodding slowly.
"Gin, you'll try out, right?" he asked. She nodded. "Ron, you too. I know that you have some talent." Ron grinned broadly at his older brother. Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell were soon sitting by Fred and George.
"Hey, when are Quidditch tryouts?" Katie asked, leaning on George. George grinned at her and placed an arm around her.
"We don't know. Probably a week from Saturday," he replied. Katie nodded, grinning at him. Fred laughed at the look Emma was giving them.
"Emma, that's Katie, and that's Alicia. Guys, this is Emma Davis," Harry introduced. They quickly shook hands and exchanged greetings.
"Emma, you'll try out, right? It wouldn't be the same without three girl Chasers," Alicia said.
"I suppose. But, I'm not that good," Emma said honestly. Harry snorted into his hand.
"If you don't totally suck, we need you," he said.
"Are you saying that we might suck?" Alicia asked. Harry quickly shook his head no, grinning sweetly at the girls.
"Next year, the team will probably suck. We're losing everyone but Katie and me. And, possibly the new people," Harry said.
"I'm just glad we get to play this year. Can you imagine us graduating without playing Quidditch again?" George asked, starting to eat. Everyone started shoving food in their mouths, still discussing Quidditch.
"Look at the Weasleys. They're stuffing food into their mouths because they can't afford any," Draco Malfoy said from behind them. Emma calmly turned around.
"Draco, please don't tease them. You guys are always fighting, and to be quite honest it is annoying. Besides, you always end up pulling out your wand and doing stupid curses that get both of you in trouble. It's pointless. Leave them alone," Emma said.
"And if I don't want to?" he asked. Emma grinned, pulling out her wand.
"I'm second in Charms to Hermione. Only thing is, I don't mind getting in trouble if there is a reason," she said. He raised an eyebrow.
"Does that mean to be frightened of you?" he asked, smirking. Emma nodded.
"It's an idea," she said, nodding. Malfoy rolled his eyes and walked off.
"Nice talking to you!" Emma called after him, before turning around. Fred, George, Katie, Alicia, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown were all staring at her. Emma glanced uneasily down at her plate.
"That was great, Emma!" Parvati said, grinning at her. Emma looked up quickly, grinning.
"Thanks," she said.
"Malfoy never leaves like that, though. Maybe Ginny's right—I think he does fancy you," Harry said. Emma started laughing.
"I'm sure, Harry. He fancies me," she said, noddnig. Hermione giggled at her sarcastic sound.
"Dinner's over," Harry noted as the food disappeared off their plates. Emma glanced at her plate, then up at him.
"You're joking. I never would have guessed," Emma said sarcastically. Harry glared at her, standing up quickly.
"You're very smart-alecky, you know?" he asked. She smiled, wrinkling her nose up.
"It's my natural charm, Harry," she said, laughing. He laughed back as Hermione slipped off to lead the First Years to the Tower.
"Poor things. Already stuck with Hermione. 'You might want to start studying for the OWLs now,'" Fred joked. Emma giggled.
"I'm going to flunk out. I swear I am horrible at Divination," she said. George laughed at her.
"Nah, everyone thinks they will, but they don't. Trelawney's is simple," George assured her. Ron pushed his brother, as they entered the common room.
"Good night," Harry said pleasantly. Ginny grinned at him, then waved quickly over her shoulder, going to her room.
"Goodnight, guys," Emma said, addressing everyone. Hermione waved too, then started to the Fifth Year dormitory.
"Does Ginny like Harry?" Emma asked as they arrived at their dorm. Hermione nodded, grinning.
"She was really bad her first year, but she's gradually grown out of it. Last year she went to the Yule Ball with Neville Longbottom," Hermione said. Emma grinned.
"I stayed in my room," Emma said, grinning at Hermione.
"We're going to have a Halloween Ball, you must come," Hermione said. "Oh, but I'm not supposed to tell you that."
"Prefect meeting already?" Emma asked, raising her eyebrow. Hermione nodded, quickly changing into her pajamas. Emma changed also, and pulled her hair back.
"Emma, I love your hair!" Parvati squealed, walking in. "You look so great now!" Emma pulled her hair down. It fell in curls, slightly past her shoulders.
"Thanks, Parvati. I'm going to bed, we have lessons tomorrow," Emma said, laying down on her bed, and pulling the covers up.
"I see the house-elves are still working," Hermione sniffed.
"Are you still on that, Hermione?" Lavender asked. "Don't worry about it; they like what they do."
"Emma, why don't you go to a school in America?" Hermione asked casually.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm almost asleep." Hermione muttered something inaudibly, as Emma crashed into the waves of darkness.
"Emma! Wake up!" Lavender squealed the next morning. Emma stood up and went to take a quick shower. She came back into her room, quickly pulling her robes over her head. She quickly dried her hair with her waned and put her hat on. She grinned at the brown curls that were tight around her face, reaching beyond her shoulders. Her blue eyes were twinkling as she applied lip gloss.
Emma ran down to the common room, looking for Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and everyone else. It was strange, she usually would be quietly slipping to the Great Hall, instead of looking for her friends.
"Emma!" Hermione squealed, rushing to her. Ginny laughed at the amused look on Emma's face as she slowly walked over to them. Emma said hi to everyone, still grinning slightly.
"So, how the first night back?" Ron asked.
"They still have house-elves. I really don't like it. I thought since I'm a prefect, we might get Dumbledore to change the rules. I mean, I think the house-elves should at least be paid, or something . . ." Hermione drifted off, talking about house-elves. Emma stopped listening, knowing that her face had glazed over. "So, Emma, what do you think about house-elves?" Hermione asked.
"Huh . . .What? Oh, house-elves. Um . . . They . . . well, they seem to enjoy their jobs?" Emma asked. Harry snickered into his hand as Hermione went on to explain why house-elves should be paid, or freed. Emma was still floating in never-never land.
"Hermione, no one is listening to you," Harry pointed out gently. "The house-elves are happy. You remember Winky. And, of course Dobby was glad to be freed, who wouldn't working for the Malfoys? Most house-elves love working for people," he continued. Hermione frowned as they entered the Great Hall.
"Emma! You were supposed to tell us why you go to school here in England, although you are from America," Hermione said. Emma grinned at her, vaguely thinking that she didn't remember Hermione talking this much.
"Oh . . . Well, I was born here in England, Mom is from here, actually. So, she and Dad met each other here, and got married. They stayed here for about a year, then we moved over to America, where Dad was from. When I was 11, I got an owl. I figure they had a very long flight. Mom was very surprised, so I came to stay with my grandmother. It turned out that she had a friend that was a witch, and she took me to find everything," Emma said. "Every summer, I ride back to King's Cross, then travel by Floo Powder to my house in America," she explained.
"Cool. So, is America or England better?" Harry asked. Emma thought about this for a few moments, chewing on her lip thoughtfully.
"It really just depends. I live in Florida, so the whether is extremely hot in the summer, in winter it's not all that bad, but it could be worse. There's a lot of rain about the beginning of school, so I get to miss all of that," Emma said. "Maybe I could ask my parents if you guys can come over during Christmas break."
"That would be so cool, Emma. I've never been to America," Harry said, grinning at her. Emma smiled back and cast a glance at Ginny, who was giggling.
"What's so funny?" Emma asked. Ginny nodded at the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was staring into the distance with a glazed expression. Pansy Parkinson walked up to him and ran her fingernails down his arm. Malfoy looked shocked, and abruptly snatched his arm away. He said something to her, then went to look off into the distance, yet again.
"I still say he fancies you, Emma," she said, continuing to giggle. Emma allowed a small giggle to escape her mouth, before shaking her head furiously.
"That's just scary, Ginny. I mean, Malfoy," Emma said, not really elaborating.
"Oh, yeah, there is always a Christmas Ball. You know you'll at least dance with him," Hermione teased. Emma rolled her eyes at Hermione.
"Oh, yeah. Malfoy, here I come," she said sarcastically. Harry chuckled, before grabbing a schedule that Seamus passed to the group. He passed them out, and Emma groaned.
"First class, Double Potions with the Slytherins," she said, groaning.
"And then Double Divination," Harry said, slamming his fist to his forehead. Emma groaned looking at her schedule.
"Well, you all should have taken—"
"Something sensible like Arthimancy," Harry and Ron chorused. "Trust me, we know. You've told us since last year," Harry continued.
"Tomorrow we have History of Magic, then Transfiguration. Oh, Care of Magical Creatures!" Emma said, seeing at least one really fun class. Hermione grinned slightly, before jumping up.
"Potter, Weasley, Davis, now! We'll be late! Seamus, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, Neville! You better hurry too!" Hermione suddenly shouted, leading all of the fifth years.
"Where are we going?" Emma whispered to Ron. He nodded at the Slytherins, who were all leaving for Potions.
"We have approximately 15 minutes to get to the dungeons. It takes at least ten. It's best for us Gryffindors to get there early," he whispered back. Emma nodded, remembering quickly how easily Snape would take points from the Gryffindors. They walked quickly down to the dungeons, and entered their Potions classroom.
"Gryffindors and Slytherins, right on time," Snape said in a slimy voice. Emma and Hermione exchanged quick glances, then sat down together. Ron and Harry sat behind them.
"Well, I will be pairing you up so you can immediately start on a Invisibility Potion. Potter, Crabbe! Weasley, Goyle! Granger, Parkinson! Davis, Malfoy!" so her fate was sealed. Emma slowly moved her things over to where Malfoy was sitting. Malfoy smiled a slow lazy smile at her, then laughed as she blushed slightly, glancing over at Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
"I'm an expert at Potions," he said. Emma nodded, smiling sweetly at him, before opening her book to the Invisibility Potion recipe.
"So, just chop up these beadles, please," Draco requested, pushing them at her. Emma nodded, starting to chop them into fine pieces. "Emma, make them smaller," he said, glancing over. Emma quickly changed the way she was cutting the beadles.
Soon, Draco was pouring the beadles into a large cauldron, letting Emma stir. Emma quickly glanced across the room, where Millicent Bulstrode was stealthily putting chopped beadles into Hermione's hair. Hermione was finishing up their potion. Emma bit her lip and shook her head, poor Hermione!
"It should change colors any time now," Draco suddenly said, standing beside Emma. Emma looked at the murky brown colored potion.
"Will it be pretty?" she asked. "Because if I had to drink something that looked like muddy water, I would shell out the cash to get an Invisibility Cloak." Draco smirked.
"Well, the Weasleys can't afford it," he murmured as the potion changed to royal blue. Emma turned to glare at him.
"Don't talk about my friends," she muttered back, as Draco sat down. Snape came over and smiled at their success.
"Look, Mr. Malfoy has finished the potion!" he said. Hermione rolled her eyes at Emma, as Emma snickered into her hand.
"Miss Davis, something funny?" Snape asked. Emma shook her head quickly, managing a small smile. Snape addressed Malfoy.
"Sir, she wasn't laughing," Draco assured him. Snape nodded, and had Emma try the potion. She heard the room gasp as she looked down at herself. She was invisible, and she gasped.
"The potion will wear off in about ten minutes, so I wouldn't suggest using this to sneak around the school," Snape lectured. "Also, anyone can still hear you." Snape stepped back and went to his desk, as Emma sat down in a chair. Crabbe came over to talk to Malfoy, and sat on her.
"Ugh, you big oaf! Get off me!" Emma said, pushing Crabbe. She made him land on the floor.
"Emma?" Draco asked, grinning broadly. "Why are you still sitting here?"
"Because, I don't want to get points taken off from Gryffindor because I bug my friends while they are working," she said flatly. She saw Draco murmur something under his breath, then grinned as she fuzzily reappeared.
"Welcome back to being seen," he said. Emma stood up, glaring at Crabbe, who was poised to sit on the chair again.
"You know, you might want to make sure no one invisible is sitting there," she hissed at him. Draco smirked at his friend, who looked shocked at seeing Emma. Emma gave a relieved sigh as class ended, and they could go to lunch.
She joined Harry, Hermione, and Ron walking up to the Great Hall. They sat down with Ginny, Fred, and George, they always seemed to sit with them.
"So, how were the Slytherins?" Ginny demanded immediately, shooting a look at Draco.
"Draco was halfway nice. He said one mean thing, and I told him to shut up. And, I always got to be invisible, and have Crabbe sit on me," Emma said. Ginny burst into giggles. "But that was okay, because I got to push him into the floor. Quite interesting," Emma finished.
"Well, I would have loved to see it. I heard that Crabbe and Goyle are both Beaters this year," Fred said. Hermione, Emma, and Ginny all started giggling, glancing at the Slytherin tables.
"You mean, brooms are strong enough to hold those idiots?" Emma asked. Ginny nodded her agreement as she started eating.
"Believe it or not, I have seen fatter people on broomsticks," George said. Emma snorted, as Hermione turned red from laughter.
"Quidditch tryouts, are Saturday, we decided to go ahead and have them sooner, okay?" George said. We all nodded, and the word was quickly spread around.
The rest of the week seemed to fly by, and soon, Ron, Ginny, and Emma were standing on the Quidditch field with several other Gryffindors. Emma saw Parvati and Lavender, grinning at something—perhaps Fred and George, with the way Lavender kept glancing at the two captains.
"Okay, Emma, Gin, you first. Em, you're trying for Chaser, Gin, take the Keeper position," George instructed, sitting back to watch it. "Oh, Fred, go up and knock around some Bludgers."
When Emma was in the air, she kept glancing nervously back at Fred. It would be a lot harder during the season—if she got on the team. She did fairly well, though. She managed to get about 50% of her shots past Ginny, either Ginny was tough, but they were both good, or they both sucked.
"Not bad, Em, Gin. Stay here for a while. Ron, you're up for keeper and Colin, go on for Chaser," George said, watching as Colin Creevy (who, had a weird obsession with Harry) clambered onto his broomstick.
"Colin can fly pretty well, he just is afraid of heights," Ginny said, watching as Colin turned green after getting high in the air. He started to zoom forward and throw the ball, but was immediately knocked off his broom by a bludger. Emma quickly grabbed her wand and made the ground soft and squishy, and Colin slowed his descent.
"This is like a giant water bed," he said, rolling around on the ground. Emma hurried over to make sure he was okay.
"I think he needs to go to see Madam Pomfrey," she said, biting her lip in concern. Harry looked over her shoulder, Ginny on her other side.
"I'll take him. Hey, Colin, can you walk?" Harry asked. Colin struggled up and started to the castle. Harry walked beside him, sending a quick grin over his shoulder at everyone. He wasn't needed, actually, he just came to watch everything.
"Ron! Stay up there, we'll send Emma up again!" George yelled, pushing Emma to her broom. She climbed on and quickly got the Quaffle. She got every shot past Ron.
"Okay, Emma, come on down. Ron, you too!" George yelled. "Emma, you can go back, Gin you can stay, though," he told Emma and Ginny as Emma walked over to him. Emma nodded.
"Good luck, Gin," she said, before heading back to the castle. She ran into Harry coming out of the castle.
"How do you think you did?" Harry immediately asked. Emma blushed and shrugged.
"I got all past Ron, but not to many past Ginny," she said. "I don't care, I can make it or not, I'll live. I have to go, I have an essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts." Harry smiled at her, before walking off.
Emma slowly made her way back to the common room, and walked over to Hermione. She was sitting by the fireplace, studying a book. Emma came and sat beside her.
"Hey, Em. You want help with the DADA essay?" Hermione asked. Emma nodded.
"I don't see why Professor Asmeth wants us to learn about vampires. Like there are all that many. Only, 1500 in England . . . That's not bad, is it?" Emma asked, biting her lip, and starting her essay.
Two hours later, she pulled back from her essay, dropping her quill. It was two feet long, what the professor wanted. Hermione was studying for her OWLs already, and Ginny had come back and was studying for her Charms test the next day.
"Okay! We've got the results from Quidditch tryouts!" Fred shouted, jumping on a table. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room fell silent suddenly.
A/N: This is my first fic that I have uploaded. I hope you like it