A/N She lives! And she updates! Ok, several things. One, I'm so sorry! Writer's block is the root of all evil! Two, I spelt Lily's name wrong in the last chappie. Sorry again (and yes, as of right now I am to lazy/ busy to change it) Three, Emmalilly is a very quiet person. She always speaks softly, except when yelling is denoted. When it says she is speaking softly, it means really, really quietly. Four, enjoy!

Chapter One

Emmalilly stood outside a train. A big red train. On Platform 9 and ¾. The only reason she even decided to go to this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was because she didn't want to stay at the orphanage for another year. At least, that was the pretty lie she told herself. In reality, she didn't really know why she wanted to come to this school that no one had ever heard of. There was just a pull, a feeling in her gut that she couldn't ignore. So, three weeks after receiving her letter, there she was, attempting to pull her trunk onto the Hogwarts Express.

"Need some help?" a pair of twins asked her, not unkindly.

"Yes please," she said timidly, nervous at meeting older students.

"On three then Fred. One, two, three!" one of the two said as they lugged the trunk onto the train.

"There you go sweetheart. You should get on board so they don't leave you behind," Fred said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Aww, he's only joking doll. I'm George, and that nut is Fred," the other twin said.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Emmalilly," she said softly.

The twins were curious about this soft-spoken girl, but she quickly turned and got on the train. Shaking off the encounter, they ran over to pester their little brother.

Emmalilly jumped onto the train and quickly found an empty compartment. Pushing her trunk under the seat, she sat down and looked out the window. Several minutes later she was still looking when a knock at the door brought her to stop looking and let the knocker in.

"D'you mind if I sit here? I can't seem to find an empty carriage," the boy at the door asked, his hair dripping wet.

Emmalilly quickly shook her head and gestured next to her before looking out the window again. She had never been one to talk much, and she rarely spoke with those she didn't know well.

"I'm Seamus Finnigan," the boy said in a broad Irish drawl after a few long moments of silence.

"Emmalilly," she said as she shook his hand.

"Do you have a surname?" Seamus asked, curious about the shy girl in front of him.

"None that I know of," she said softly.

"That explains the scars then," he thought out loud.

"What?" she asked, now paying attention.

"Well, if your parents are dead and you have scars on your hands, it would seem that your parents were killed and you were hurt in the process," Seamus mused.

"Yeah. The roof fell on me," she replied as she looked out the window again at the rain now falling heavily around the train.

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

"The. Roof. Fell. On. Top. Of. Me. Thus the scars on my hands, arms, legs, torso and face," she said slowly.

"Are they bad?" he asked curiously.

"Nope. They've faded over the years. Except for the one… its not important," she said as the train lurched to life and began chugging down the rails.

She let a curtain of her long auburn hair fall around her face and her bangs shield her eyes as she studied the floor. Seamus took the opportunity to study the girl in front of him. She was pretty in his eyes, with a plain kind of beauty that few people were blessed enough to see. Her hands were laced with the fine white lines of the past, but he carefully ignored that as he observed her physical state. She didn't look healthy because she was skinny and pale.

When the food trolley came around neither of the two had said another word to each other.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" the kind witch who pushed the trolley asked.

"Umm, some Beans and two bags of Chocolate Frogs," Seamus said as he got up.

"2 Sickles and 8 Knuts," the witch said as she handed over the goods. Seamus forked over the money and thanked her before sitting down again.

"Hey, are you hungry?" Seamus asked softly so as to not startle Emmalilly.

"No, but thank you," she lied as her stomach growled loudly.

"Sush!" she yelled at it.

"Sure. Here, have some Frogs," he laughed as he held out a bag.

"Frogs?" she asked, confused.

"They're only enchanted to move like frogs. They're chocolate," he explained as he held one out to her.

Cautiously she opened the pack and quickly cupped her hands around the squirmy treat. She quickly popped the frog in her mouth and began chewing.

"Mmm. That's really good. Thanks," she said a fair bit louder then she had been speaking earlier, but still quietly.

"You can speak so people can hear you!" Seamus exclaimed in fake shock.

"For your information Mr. Finniagan, I do talk so people can hear me. They just have to listen," she said matter of factly.

They passed the rest of the train ride that way, jesting with each other and getting to know each other better. By the time they reached Hogwarts, both had done something they thought was impossible. Emmalilly had made a friend, a male friend, and was actually talking to him, and Seamus had fallen in a friendly sort of love.

A/N Seamus strikes me as the passionate, quick to fall in love, never falls out kinda guy. And to classify, it's a little bit more then friends kinda love. (For me, there's friends, more than friends, crush, mutual romantic interest and love love.) So he's got a long way to go until love love. :P Sorry its so short, but I'll write more soon. I promise.