Its been way to long since the last updat ^^ Buuuut I'm uploading the second and third chapter today, and there 4 and 6 pages long in word :3 Anywho, just for explanations, there will be a different book for each of the Harry Potter books. So there will be six sequals to this!

Disclaimer: If I owned this, I wouldn't be posting it on a FANfiction sight, now would I?


Today was the day. And, honestly, "mixed emotions" was an understatement. I was excited, nervous, and flat out terrified.

What if Harry didn't like me? What if no one liked me? What if I get in trouble?

What will my father think of me?

That was the main question. Albus had told me about my father. Severus Snape was a man that hid his emotions well, and had much resentment. He was magnificent, one of the most accomplished Potions master in the world. He was quick witted, arrogant and hard to read.

And Albus told me I reminded me of him. Not in looks, though I did have a few aspects of him in my features if the pictures I got from old Hogwarts photos were right. His chin, his thin lips, his thin, slightly gangly physique (though I was much shorter then he was at my age.), and the shape of his eyes. Other than that, I looked just like my mother. Her height, and her hair, her skin, and her eyes. Her eyes were the colors of emeralds, and when I was born with those same eyes, I was named Emerald. Emy.

I had been told time and time again that Lily Evans was a quick tempered, sharp tounged, kind hearted, rule loving girl.

My father had apparently been studious, sarcastic, and masked his emotions. He was an amazing potioneer, and had top grades. But, unlike my mother, he was bullied by none other than my Step-dad.

I don't resent James Potter. Really. I swear. I don't care that he was a rude, annoying, mean, shallow, stuck up, arrogant Quidditch player... Seriously.

A sudden flooshing noise made me let out a high-pitched yelp. I spun around, my hand on my neck, disoriented from being dragged out of my reverie, meeting the brown eyes of Remus Lupin as he stepped out from the fireplace into the living room.

"Remus?" I asked, confused and happy. I almost never saw the man in front of me, so I was startled by his sudden appearance. Eh, I shrugged and flung myself at him, hugging him tightly and laughing.

"You're here! Why are you here?" I pulled back and saw him smiling, looking tired. There were bags under his eyes, and his face was gray and more lined then I remembered. Actually, aren't his robes shabbier than last time? And isn't that scar new?

"Hello Emy." He said, playfully ruffling my copper curls. I ducked and giggled, smiling up at him and repeating my question.

"Why are you here?"

Remus smiled and leaned again the wall slightly, comfortable in the cottage. "Dumbledore asked me to escort you to Platform 9 ¾." My face broke into a wide grin and I beamed.

"Yay! When can we leave? Do you wanna see my wand?" I said all of this very fast, and blushed as Remus started laughing hoarsely.

"Heh..." I smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I've been trying to work on the whole babbling thing."

"It's fine." He said reassuringly, regaining his breathe. "Though, to answer your questions, in about 10 minutes we should apparate to the platform, and of course!"

"'Kay!" I spun on my heel and ran down the hall, my hair slapping my in the face. I skidded slightly on the hard wood floor when I reached the end of the hallway, before dashing into my room and grabbing my trunk. I ran around the room so fast I was almost flying, before tripping over the edge of the rug and banging my chin on the side of the bed frame. I tumbled down, conking my head on the floor.

I hissed in pain, rubbing my chin and wincing. Note to self: Excitement leaves to pain. Calm down in future.

I turned on my side and glanced under my bed, yelling when I saw icy blue eyes. I jerked my head up, hitting it again on the bed frame, before pulling my head out and muttering to myself. A small white paw was visible from my position on the floor and I smiled, wincing as the motion hurt my already stinging chin. I carefully bent down, scooping Celeste into my arms.

"Found you, oh evil one." I cooed teasingly, placing her on the floral bedspread that matched her eyes. I carelessly tossed my pillow to the side, grabbing my wand. Biting my lip, I took a pretend fighting stance.

"Be warned, oh sneaky one, fore I shall turn you into a hippogriff! Muahahahah!"

"You need to work on your evil laugh." I gasped and spun around, blushing heartily to see Remus, now doubled over laughing.

"Ah-ha! Traitor! You are in line with the sneaky pussy cat! Bow down of be turned into frog spawn! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!" I said, pointing my wand at him with one hand and twirling a pretend mustache with the other.

Remus mock bowed. "Of course my supreme queen; I would not want to be put into a potion and drunk! Oh, the horror!" I stuck my nose up, my lip twitching before we both broke out in a hearty chorus of laughter that echoed warmly throughout the tiny house.

It took both of us a few minutes to finally stop, clutching our sides and wiping tears from our eyes.

"C'mon, we've procrastinated enough. Take my arm." The shabby werewolf offered me his arm. I clutched Celeste tightly in one arm, and quickly had my wand packed away in my trunk which Remus was now holding onto.

"One, two..." Before getting to three, the world spun; colors blinding me and I couldn't breathe. It was like being shoved forcefully through a muggle straw.

I landed with a thud, my balance not with me yet. I've apparated before, on many occasions with Albus, and I can honestly say I prefer flooing.

It took a few tries and lots of blinking for my head to clear and my eyes to sharpen.

"Oh, Merlin." I was standing on a platform, a brilliant scarlet train in front of me. There were squawks in the air from disgruntled owls, people running every which way.

Miss matched people, acting as muggles and looking completely silly, cats of every size, breed, and color, and there were so many kids. I had visited Hogwarts and passed a few witches and wizards, but there were so many.

My eyes were going everywhere. I couldn't get enough, the commotion and sounds were exhilarating. I laughed merrily and looked up at Remus, my eyes shining. I released my hold on my guide and stepped forward, ignoring Celeste's disgruntled noises.

"Is it always like this?" I said in awe. A kind smile turned my way and he nodded. "It always fun the first time."

There was a shrill whistle, and I glanced up at Remus. He gave me a quick hug and ruffled my hair once more.

"Bye Emy. Have fun at school, remember to write, and say hello to Professor Dumbledore for me!" He said. Holding onto my trunk I waved and ran onto the vehicles with the last few stragglers.

The train was packed. I had to walk down almost the whole length of the train to find an empty compartment. As I went to go inside, something caught my eye. I turned and felt my heart thudding painfully in my chest.

Harry. I wanted to sit with him, him and the red haired boy in his compartment. I wanted to laugh and cry and tell him he wasn't alone, that he had a sister. But I couldn't, and I knew that.

I looked away and went into the empty compartment, struggling to heave my trunk up. It took a few tries and standing on the seat, but in the end it was up there. I had pulled out a book before stashing it away, and sat down with it. Howarts'; a History was one of my favorite books. I was a bookworm, I loved learning. But something that separated this particular book was the heritage. The founders fascinated me, especially Godric and Salazar. I knew of their rivalry, I mean how could I not? But what the few people who actually read the book knew, the two had been great friends before their disagreements.

It was sad, how something so strong could break because of conflicting opinions. Everyone had a right to an opinion, no matter how cruel. It only changed if someone actually acted upon it.

A child could think someone was ugly, and that was there opinion. Only if the child actually told the person that, making fun of them, would there be a need for punishment.

I shook my head, sighing. I didn't get why people all through history didn't understand that fights could generally be resolved before they even started half the time.

For most of the trip, I mainly read. When the trolley came, I couldn't resist passing up buying a few chocolate frogs. I paid the woman and sat down, opening the box it came in as Celeste curled in my lap. I grabbed the card, and raised an eyebrow. Agrippa, one of the few I didn't have. I smiled and stuck it in my pocket, before eating the frogs and returning to my book.

I had just gotten to the section about the alleged Chamber of Secrets before the compartment door was opened and someone came in, hurriedly shutting it. I straightened, wondering what they were doing.

The person turned out to be a girl, with rather bushy hair, and looked about my age. The thing that stuck out most was that she was crying. I sat the book down quietly, not thinking the girl had noticed me. Pulling out a dark red handkerchief from my pocket that didn't have the cards, I spoke quietly.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" The girl straightened, shocked to see me there.

"Oh, I-I'm so terribly sorry... I, um, I didn't know anyone was here." She mumbled, moving to get up. I held the handkerchief out to her before she really could.

"It's alright, I don't mind." The girl gratefully took the handkerchief and dabbed at her face, before smiling at me. The effect she had when she smiled was sudden; she looked very, very pretty.

"Thank you, really. I'm Hermione Granger." The girl had a very confident voice, her accent a little more northern then mine. She sounded like someone who was always right.

"Hello Hermione. I'm Emy Evans." Hermione's sniffles subsided and she dabbed at her cheeks a few more times before leaving us in a beat of comfortable silence.

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?" I wondered aloud, tucking my legs beneath me. Hermione looked down and blushed.

"I was helping this boy, Neville, look for his toad, we were going through the compartments. One boy, Ron Weasley he said his name was, was very rude to me. I had left the compartment after asking them if they had seen Neville's toad but they hadn't, and I heard him say 'Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.' "She quoted bitterly, her eyes welling with tears.

"Hey, ignore him. His loss. But I can tell you, I hope I'm in your house." I told her indignantly, not very happy with Ron Weasley. Rude bloke, he seemed to be.

Hermione beamed. "Really?"

I nodded feverishly. "Really." Hermione stood up, wiping away the last few tears and made to hand me back the handkerchief.

"You can keep it. I have tons." I said. The bushy haired girl bit her lip but didn't press the manner.

"Thanks for being so nice Emy. I had better go keep helping Neville. I'll see you at Howarts, alright?" She said, walking to the door and placing her hand on the handle.

"Alright. Good luck Hermione." The girl flashed one more smile towards me, before she was gone.
I wasn't sure, but I thought I had just made a friend. Hoped, more like it. I grinned, standing up on the seat again to open my trunk. When Hermione had come in, she was wearing her robes which reminded me I needed to get mine out and put them on. I tugged at the handle, but it seemed to be stuck. I scowled, tugging once more with all my strength and the trunk came down... onto my head.

"Oof!" I exclaimed, getting knocked to the floor, my head hitting hard on almost the same spot as this morning.

"I have the worst luck ever." I moaned, rubbing the once-again sore area. I scooted myself into a sitting position, undoing the lock and opening the dark brown trunk. I reached for my robes, flinging them over my shoulders. Deciding against attempting to put the trunk back up, I settled on locking the compartment door and drawing the curtains, before shedding my muggle clothes (a lime green jumper with a yellow trim) and sliding on the soft robes. I inhaled deeply, smelling lavender and smiling softly.

For some reason, the cottage always smelled like a mixture of lemons and lavender. It was a homey smell that I had grown to love. I grabbed a hair tie and spent the next ten minutes putting my tangled mess of hair into an orderly French braid.

Putting up the finishing touches, a voice rang down the corridor and into my compartment. "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be taken to the school separately."

I bit my lip and met the eyes of my sleepy kitten.

"Show time, girlie."


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