So this is my first ever fanfiction, so please be kind.
This is just something I've kinda had in my head for a while now but it's kinda taken me a while to put my thoughts into words.
Also I do not own Harry Potter or Pretty Little Liars and if I did I wouldn't be broke right now.
So here goes...
Hogwarts here we come
"Little Miss. Little Miss you'z be waking up now."
The little elf carefully shook the tan skined girl then brushed the bushy dark brown hair away from a pretty face which still held alot of baby fat.
Emily rubbed her brown eyes until they gazed on an old familiar wrinkled face with large tennis ball eyes and floppy ears, looking down at her with a kind smile that had been the first thing she saw every morning for as long as she could remember.
"Morning Wimsey did you sleep well?"
"Oh little Miss, be'z so kind to be'z wondering about Wimsey."
The elf gushed in her squeaky voice.
"Wimsey be'z sleeping very well but Wimsey be'z waking up very early so little Miss must hurry or you'z be late!"
The little elf pulled the little girl out of bed to get her into a steaming relaxing bath.
Back at Di'Larentes manor another little girl was getting ready for her day...
"Tibby!"The little blond girl yelled.
"Tibby!"
She yelled once more causing the windows in her room to crack with her burst of accidental magic.
"Yes Miss Alison?"
The elf shrieked as the little girl threw her shoe at him but due to the beating he had this morning he wasn't fast enough to dodge her other pink slipper.
"What took you so long you dumb elf!"
"Tibby be'z very sorry Miss Alison. Tibby be'z cleaning Miss Alison's dogzy. Tippy be'z being a very bad elf!"
The elf burst into tears sobbing uncontrollably and Alison hissed at the display of weakness.
"Yes Tibby is very bad. Bad bad bad!"She waged her finger the way she saw her mother do to her dog.
"You are my elf! You should be taking care of me not cleaning pèp when it's my birthday!"
"Tibby be 'z very sorry Miss Alison! Tippy be'z punishing himzself -"
"No!"Alison interrupted viciously."You will just make me late! No you will just get to work then you can iron your fingers later."She marched towards her bathroom leaving a trembling elf behind her.
"Your lucky I don't give you clothes!"
The elf instantly paled at the thought and popped away as fast as he could.
Only one week until Hogwarts and that's all anyone seamed to talk about, even if it was Alison's birthday celebration.
All the fathers were huddled up with glasses of firewhiskey betting on what house their children would get placed in, this year had the most lot of pure bloods starting together since before the graduation of Albus Dumbledore!
Mother's were sipping elf wine around a table bragging about the dent they had left in their husbands volts while shopping for their children's first year at Hogwarts because they would rather die then have their offspring show up wearing second class robes like the Prewets or heaven forbid the Weasleys!
Among the children the topic of discussion was how they would be sorted.
"I heard you had to fight a troll!" A girl with long pale blond hair exclaimed.
"Only if you were a mudblood,Malfoy . No I think it will be something daring like rescuing a hippograh from a Cerberus!"
"Look who's the big brave Gryfindoor" Alison smirked at the boy who instantly paled.
"Yeah, don't be daft Greengrass! I bet it's something humiliating like facing a boggot in the middle of the hall!"
"Not likely kahn." Spencer Hastings smirked.
Her sister had told her all about the sorting but she wasn't about to give that information up so easily.
"Personally I don't care what they have us do just as long as they keep us away from the filth." Alison scrunched up her face in disgust.
"If they put us with those mudbloods I'm transferring to Drumstrung." Noah Kahn stated confidentiality.
"Like a mudblood could ever get into Slytherin." A violet eyed girl smirked and Alison answered her with a smirk of her own.
"Trojous pur, Black. Trojous pur." Alison raised the glass of butter beer to the devious dark beauty.
Even at the young age of 11 Ameara black was a real exotic beauty with her violet slanted eyes.
She had gorgeous long thick black hair that any girl would die for and long perfectly curled eyelashes.
As far as Alison knew a betrothed was someone who would be by your side for the rest of your life and Ameara was already her best friend. If Alison had her way Ameara would be her betrothed.
Not Her.
Alison looked at her betrothed who was huddled with Samara and Jenna Mashall talking softly to a house elf.
A house elf! Really,out of all the people she could socialise with she chooses a house elf!
Alison looked up at Ameara who was staring at Alison's betrothed with disgust and Alison couldn't help but wear a wishful smile.
From a very young age Alison's mother had instilled in her the importance of the right partner.
Alison's mother herself had met Alison's father when she was only 10 and at the time he was betrothed to her older sister but her mother schemed and manipulated everyone around her so perfectly that by the time she graduated her sister had run off with some filthy blood traitor convinced she loved him enough to get her name burned off the family tapestry and her dad was begging Alison's mom to marry him because she was the only women who'd ever truly loved him.
Last Alison had heard her aunt was living somewhere in knockturn Ally, Alison's mom was a true Slytherin and Alison hopped to be the same which is why Ameara would have been perfect for her but instead Alison's great grandfather had to go ahead and almost get himself killed by a dragon in Romania and be rescued by Agustín Fields a very powerful and untrust worthy pureblood who used the life debt to get his family a betrothed contract that was eventually passed down to her because her useless brother was a squib who was cast out the family at birth leaving Alison in a magic binding betrothed contract with Emily Fields.
"Will you excuse me."
Alison smiled polity but the minute she was out of view her smile turned into a frown while Ameara smirked in the background sipping her butter bear.
Emily hated these social gatherings but like most things in her life she didn't have a say in it because her opinion was irrelevant.
The family. That's what was important, as her mother liked to remind her everyday but really Emily thought that the woman was really just trying to convince herself just so she could excuse Emily's betrothed.
Betrothed since birth.
Yet another thing she had no say in.
Her sweet father had explained the situation in a way she could understand when she was 9 after her mother had drowned on about duty and obligation making it seem more like a stay in Azgaban but her father had told her to not be afraid. He'd reminded her that she was just a little kid and she had a long way to go before she would marry.
She had written her betrothed many times throughout her short life and the girl had written back though her responses were short and formal even at an age so little, her father had encouraged her to keep writing, he reminded Emily that Alison was just a little girl like her and Emily was still very much a stranger so it would take time before Alison felt comfortable around her.
Emily watched as Alison gracefully walked towards her.
Emily had received formal training just like any other pureblood girl.
She'd learned how to carry herself in public, how to conduct herself around those of a different status whether higher or lower but for all her mothers teachings she still had yet to master it but for Alison it seamed to come naturally. The few times they had been around eachother Emily would feel stupid and out of place because Alison carried herself like an accomplished adult while Emily could only fumble through the motions like the little kid she was.
"I'm so delighted you all could come." Alison smiled at the three but kept her eyes on Emily.
"Jenna I have been eyeing that dress since you arrived. Is it from your mother's new collection?"
"Actually Samara picked it out for me when I spent the summer at Longbottom manor in Italy."
"Well Samara you certainly have lovely taste."
The girl forced a small smike knowing Alison was just trying to be polite around guests, if they were in private Alison would have made it her mission to bring the girl to tears with a smile.
In public Alison had always been polite to both girls out of obligations but everyone knew that Alison didn't particularly like them and Emily had heard Alison call them blood traitors on more than one occasion.
"Emily would you like to go for a walk in the gardens?"
Emily could do no more than smile and nod as Alison took her hand in hers.
It was so hard to be with Alison, she was always a world wind of emotions, at least that's the way it seemed to Emily.
Emily hadn't really socialised a lot aside from the Marins (Who weren't invited on account of their half blood status) the Marshells and Samara , her parents had kept her firmly away from the dark families and their customs so Emily couldn't tell if Alison's behaviour was normal for a dark purebloòd heiress.
"Tell me do you like embarrassing me."
Alison hissed but kept her mask firmly in place not to draw unwanted attention.
"What did I do now Alison?"
Emily had gotten so used to Alison's hot and cold behaviour that it barley faced her anymore.
Alison whipped around at Emily so fast that she was sure the blond was seconds away from drawing her wand.
It wasn't a secret that some purebloòd dark families allowed their children to train with an illegal wand way before eleven so they could upstage the muggle born.
"You come to MY birthday celebration yet spend most of the evening with filthy blood traitors and elves!how do you think that looks!"
"Alison -"
"No the least you could do is actually pretend like you want to be here !"
Alison looked at Emily expecting an explanation.
Her face remained blank without a hint of emotion.
This was a mask she had seen both her parents perfect for as long as she could remember.
They could be using the cruccio curse on eachother but their face would still remain blank.
Emily sighed and tried to find a way to explain just how out of place she felt among Alison ' s friends, like some impostor.
Everyone knew that without their betrothed contract Emily would have been as insignificant as the Marines.
"I'm sorry "Emily sighed sadly. " I will try harder. "
Alison looked at Emily in distaste.
Weak.
So bloody weak.
She had to break this damn betrothed if it's the last thing she did.
...
"Now I expect you to write us at least once a month."
"Yes mother. Once a month unless there is an emergency, then I am to floo you immediately. "
"Good girl."
Mrs DiLaurentis taped her on the head as if she were some kind of pet.
Her mother would this a lot.
Stroke her hair,pat her on the head and speak down to her.
Her mother treated her like an animal she had to train.
Good behaviour got you rewards and bad behaviour was answered back with harsh punishments.
Her mother kept her on a tight leach.
So tight that some days it felt more like suffocation.
"You are to keep away from the filth which grace the halls with you."
"Yes mother,can I go now I'm gonna be late."
Alison jumped back as she felt a harsh sting on her arm.
Her mother had just hexed her.
When she was little the hexes felt more like a soft sting but as she got older they got harsher and took longer to heal.
Alison stood up to her full hight and looked her mother dead in the eye even as the skin on her arm still burned.
If she showed she was in pain that would bring attention to them.
No, she would just accept it and move on.
Mrs Di'Larentes smiled at Alison's stubbornness to show pain.
She wasn't sure if she should be proud of her strength or look up more violent hexes to use on her.
"I expect nothing less than E's and O's. Also, "
She motioned towards the Fields family.
Watching as Emily hugged her parents with tears streaming down her cheeks as her parents comforted her.
"Look out for your betrothed. "
"Mom-"
"This is not up for discussion Alison! "She hissed. " She is your betrothed. If she causes a scene it would reflect badly on us. Keep her in line, by any means necessary. "
Any means necessary.
Alison could live with that.
...
Emily wiped away her remaining tears and took a deep breath.
She knew all her life she was going to go to Hogwarts.
She'd counted down the days ever since she received her letter.
She just hadn't thought about what it would be like being away from home for most of the year.
She was going to miss her family.
All her friends were going to be in different houses, Samara was going to be all the way in France and Hanna hadn't even arrived yet!
She was gonna -
The door opened and shut swiftly and when Emily looked up she saw a short pretty pale girl with long black hair bracing herself on the compartment door and breathing heavily.
"Some boy just turned into a bear. Like a actual bear."
She whispered loudly
"There's a BEAR in the hallway!"
The girl was obviously a muggle born and some dump seventh year must have decided to scare her with either his Agnamus form or a very advance spell. Prat!
"I mean I knew there was magic but I didn't think magic could do that!"
"Magic can do almost anything, my mum says we're really lucky to have it. I'm Emily Fields. "
She held out her hand polity the way her mother had drilled into her.
"Aria Montgomery."
Aria Montgomery had turned out to be a muggleborn who had always known she was different.
She told Emily all about how when she was little everytime she wanted something that was out of reach it always just seemed to appear in front of her.
She told Emily how her being a witch had come as a huge shock to her parents.
While her mother was trying to get used to it her dad had tried his best to discourage her from exploring her gift.
Not long after that Hanna had arrived having been late because of last minute packing.
The bubbly blond had dragged behind her two over flowing trunks that even with a lightening charm still was pretty heavy.
Hanna immediately was fascinated by Aria and began drilling her on all things muggle.
Like most children raised in the wizarding world Hanna and Emily had assumed all Muggles were uncivilised and dumb but Aria had proved them wrong.
Aria had made it seem like muggles were not much different then them.
It was a strange thought but to Emily and Hanna it made a lot of sense, after all Aria was raised by muggles and so far she was pretty amazing.
The girls spent most of the trip enthusiastically chatting about Hogwarts and getting to know eachother better but about half way through they were all pretty hungry and honestly were kinda getting annoyed waiting on the trolly lady.
By the time they had gotten to Hogwarts the girls had decided that no matter what house they got sorted into they would remain friends no matter neither girl had really had that much experience with having friends Emily's shyness made it hard for her talk to children her age while growing up Aria's sometimes violent burst of accidental magic had made children her age afraid of her. As for Hanna who was half veela matured differently from other witches so she looked younger than she actually was and her creature status led to parents forbidding their children from interacting with her.
Each girl had found something in the other that made them feel not so different from everyone else so no matter what they were going to stay friends, house rivalries be damned!
During the whole trip and even throughout the boat ride up to Hogwarts Emily kept an eye out for Alison, her mother had told her to be friends with Alison and even though Emily was aware of Alison's dislike for her she was willing to give it a try.
Now standing in a line ready to be sorted Emily had yet to spot Alison but she did spot Ameara Black glaring at her a few times. Even McGonagall noticed the hateful looks the heiress sent Emily making her more than uncomfortable.
She had just about spotted Alison when she saw a large stitched hat get placed on the stool and right before her eyes it began to sing.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
This seemed to be a common occurance because right after that the hall broke into cheers.
"When I call your name you shall step foward. "
"Ameara Black! "
The hat had just touched her head when the hat yelled out.
"Slytherin! "
"Toby Canvanaugh!
"Gryffindor! "
"Alison Di'Larentes! "
Emily bit her lip nervously as the hat was placed on Alison's head. It seemed to stay there for a few minutes before Alison's face seemed to turn red as her frown deepened.
"Then Slytherin it is!"
Emily couldn't help but feel disappointment. It wasn't that Slytherin house was evil or not as good as the other houses, no Slytherin house was just as good as any other house but unlike the other houses Emily didn't stand a chance of getting into Slytherin.
" Emily Fields! "
Hanna gave Emily's hand a quick squeeze of encouragement and Aria gave her a soft smile as she made her way over to McGonagall.
"Mhmm...already betrothed I see." Spoke a voice in her head. "Would you like to be sorted with Miss Di'Larentes? "
" I -"
Emily looked over at Hanna and Aria, with linked fingers both girls seemed nervous but she also knew they were scared of losing her.
"Put me ...put me in the house that would make me the happiest."
"Gryffindor would serve you well...but no...is the would bring many things but I think you would truly be happy in...
Hufflepuff! "
The hufflepuff table burst into to cheers and the moment she sat down she received pats on the back and some of the older kids pulled her in for hugs.
"Magnolia Greengrass! "
"Ravenclaw! "
"Spencer Hastings! "
"Ravenclaw! "
"Noel Khan! "
"Slytherin! "
"Aria Montgomery! "
"Hufflepuff! "
Emily clapped loudly in her seat before getting up to hug Aria with a huge smile on her face as the rest of the house welcomed Aria.
"Hanna Marin! "
"Gryffindor! "
Hanna looked a little disappointed at being separated from her friends but she couldn't help but smile as they cheered the loudest for her as she made her way over to her table.
"Jenna Marshall!
"Slytherin! "
"Paige Mc'Cullers ! "
" Slytherin! "
"Persephone Malfoy! "
"Slytherin! "
"Caleb Rivers! "
"Gryffindor! "
"Maya St'Germain! "
"Gryffindor! "
"Alexia Summers!"
Gryffindor!
" Mona Vanderwaal! "
"Gryffindor! "
When the sorting was compleat and dishes began to fill with food Emily couldn't help but look around the grand hall in awe and wonder if it would always be like this.
Everyone was happy and smiling, everyone was just glad to be here.
There sounds of laughter and joy.
Muggleborns amazed by the simplest things, house members braging about how amazing their house was and how this year was gonna be better then the last, even prefects held their heads up high wearing their house colours and badges with pride.
It didn't matter who you were or the house you were in or even your blood status because there was one thing that everyone could agree on...Hogwarts was home.
Okay Kittys so that was the very first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!?
This chapter and the next is more like an introduction into the characters before we really get into the story.
This is my first story so i would love to know what you think so just ...
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