Summary: Emily is a shy girl with a freaky life. It gets even freakier when she gets accepted at Hogwarts. Especially when she s an American. How weird will it be when she shows up for third year and seems to already know the-boy-who-lived? Takes place in third year. Pairings unknown. May become rated M later on.
Warnings for this chapter: Mild cussing.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or plots. That is all J.K. Rowling s.
Emily POV:
Okay, as if my life could be any weirder. At the age of eleven, I had gotten two acceptance letters into two boarding schools. One in England and one in New York. Me, wanting to get away from my parents, picked the one in England. But no, whatever I want isn t important to my snobby, nosy parents. They wanted only the best for me. Meaning, they didn t want to spend the never ending money we have. I mean, they have. I never get to see a dime.
My thirteenth birthday is arriving in September. September third to be exact. And for a birthday present my 'parents' (I highly doubt that they are even related to me. We are different. I hate my rich life, they love it. I really think that I was dropped off by aliens or something.) allowed me to pick which school I wanted to go to for the remainder of my school girl years. It all started on July thirty-first. They had called me down and presented me with a family of platinum blondes.
"So all my wishes have come true?! I m not related to you guys?" I asked with false hope and a pinch(ok, maybe a handful) of sarcasm. My mom gave me a look saying that was cute but not appropriate. I mouthed the words as she said them. "Now, now Emily. That's not appropriate for right now." I plopped down on the leather sofa and looked down at my ruby red nails.
"Sorry mom." Another look. "You know I want you to call me Mother in front of company." I faked an innocent look. "Well, I m sorry dear Mother. Shall we all join in the Parlor for a cup o' tea?" I said, in a mocking, English accent. "Enough. Now, these are the Malfoys. They have a son about your age that go to Hogwarts." My eyes widened and my eye brow raised as I heard this.
"Mother, I m only 12. You are already arranging a marriage for me?" My father piped up. "No. Far from it. Since you have endured two years at that hell-hole your mother calls a school," My eyes widened a second time this evening, for he never cusses. "We think that it would be better to send you to Hogwarts." My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.
The man in the blonde family took this opportunity to talk. He had a permanent sneer and long straight blonde hair the length of my hair. "You will stay with my family until the term starts. After that, your parents would have moved and then you would stay with them. By the way, I m Lucius. This is my wife Narcissa," He gestured to the blond lady. "And my son, Draco." He then gestured towards mini-blonde boy. He, like his father, had a permanent sneer. But as he looked at me, his sneer changed to a glare.
For the first time since five minutes ago(that's a record for me. I never shut up.)I said the first thing that entered my mind. "Did you know that Draco is Latin for dragon?" My mother(I need to stop with this mother and father stuff) chuckled. "Emily is quite informed in Latin phrases and words." I smiled at her and walked to the stairs. "Um, Emily? We're not done here." I looked back my mom. "I know, I just want to go and pack." I feigned a small smile and started to walk up the stairs.
"Lucius, why doesn't Draco go and help her while we all go into the Lounge?" My heart froze and I grimaced at my shoes. I continued up the stairs and reached the top when I heard Lucius reply. "What a wonderful idea Amelia. Draco." I walked faster to my room. I entered and closed the door when I heard foot steps approaching my door. Not even bothering to knock, Draco entered. I grabbed my trunk and opened it. I started to place my clothes in it.
Draco just leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and spoke for the first time. "Don't you have house elves to do that?" I froze, his voice was as foul as his fath-dad's. I looked at him and took in his appearance. He was dressed in dress shoes and dress pants with a collared long sleeve shirt and a green and silver striped tie hung loosely. I finally looked at his face. He had a pointed face with cold grey eyes. His platinum blond hair was slicked back.
No. I replied, my temper short-fused. For some reason, he made me angry. I opened my closet and grabbed all of my skinny jeans, graphic t-shirts and left all the stuff that was pink and all my dresses. I threw all the clothes into my trunk and moved over to my drawers. I grabbed several pairs of multicolored ankle socks with two pairs of knee high socks.
One pair striped, one pair checkered. Threw them into the trunk. Grabbed all my bikini underwear and hid them well as I put them into the trunk. I guess I dropped one because Draco walked forward and bent over picking something up. He stood up and smirked. "Drop something?" He sneered, holding out his hand.
I looked down and saw my underwear. I snatched them and threw them into the trunk. Next was my bras. I made sure not to drop any and placed them into my trunk. I grabbed the photo next to my bed of me playing with a boy with round glasses, unkept hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead when we were 9. I placed that into the trunk only to have Draco grab it and start looking it over.
"Who's this?" He pointed to the boy. "That was my best friend growing up. I used to live next to him and his cousin in Surrey, England until we moved to the States when I was 10. He's a month or two older than me. Why?" Draco shook his head. I went for the photo but he wouldn't let go of it. "I mean, what's his name?" I finally grabbed the photo and put in into my trunk. As I attempted to close the trunk, I replied. "I don't remember. I think it was Harry. Harry something." I tried to sit on the trunk to close it and succeeded.
I went for my messenger bag that was from Hot Topic. It was black and the front flap had a bunny head with red eyes and it's two front arms. The bag part had it's tail and it back legs. I grabbed my zune, hand lotion, chap stick and digital camera. I walked into my bathroom to grab my make up bag which had my lip sticks, eye liner, eye shadow, and mascara. I had several of each so I wouldn't run out. I grabbed my female products and placed that into a bag with my make up bag. I turned to leave and jumped because Draco was standing right behind me. I pushed past him. As I did that, I inhaled his scent. It smelled like axe cologne. I smiled slightly and made an effort to pass him but he placed his left hand to stop me.
My heart skipped a beat. I looked up into his grey eyes. "Try to remember his last name." He ordered. I suddenly remembered that my bathroom bag on the counter. I went to grab it but he put his right hand to stop me. I was basically sandwiched between him and the wall. "I think his last name was Potter. Harry Potter. Why?" Draco glared and walked back to my door frame and leaned against it, looking out to the hall. "Hurry up will you." I made a mental note, 'Find out what his problem is.' "Bastard." I muttered.
