Her eyes glazed over, Emery stared off into the distance as her brother was arguing not-so quietly with Uncle Vernon. She anxiously fiddled with her fingers as she nervously anticipating her first year of Hogwarts.

From what Harry had described to her, it was pretty awesome. The best thing, though, Harry had said, was that the students' got three large delicious meals a day, unlike living in the Dursleys.

Emery had also written to Hermione, asking her about Hogwarts. Hermione's answers were very different from Harry's (as expected); she had said that all the classes in Hogwarts were very fascinating.

But to her, the most interesting subject was Potions. It just seemed to pull her in, and somehow all the brewing methods and ingredients came so naturally to her. Harry once had to drag her away from his Potion's book, and she remembered that Harry was muttering something about that his sister was going to be a real Ravenclaw.

Speaking of Ravenclaw, she remembered Hagrid saying she was could be in that house. Curious and excited, Emery had pounced on Harry the moment he came back to Privet drive, pelting questions at him.

Harry had made some kind of exasperated noise in his throat and grumbled that he didn't want his sister to be the "Next Hermione Granger", which he had earned a hard slap to the head to.

Her thoughts were soon cut off by Uncle Vernon's loud barking.

"Third time this week!" He roared, slamming his fist on the table as the silverware trembled. Harry tried to explain again, which was probably (From what Emery counted) was like the tenth time.

"She's bored," Harry interjected, emphasizing the word. "She's used to flying out a night. If I could just let her out-"

"Do I look stupid?" growled Uncle Vernon, who actually did look quite stupid, with a piece of fried egg hanging off his mustache. "I'll know what'll happen if we let the Owl out."

This time, Emery tried to reason with him, but her words were cut off by a long, large, and quite disgusting belch from Dudley.

"I want more bacon," He grunted.

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," Aunt Petunia said, turning her tearful eyes to Dudley's fat face. "We must feed you up while we've got the chance…I don't like the sound of school food…"

"Nonsense, Petunia," Uncle Vernon shook his enormous, beefy head. "I never went Hungry when I was at Smeltings," He finished heartily.

"Well, that's obvious," she whispered to Harry, since Uncle Vernon was almost as fat as Dudley. Her brother fought hard to keep his face straight as Emery quietly stifled a giggle.

"What were you saying, girl?" Uncle Vernon snarled.

"Nothing," Emery said, putting on her best innocent face.

"Pass the frying pan," Dudley grunted again. He sounded so pig like more and more every day.

"You've forgotten the magic word," Her brother said irritably.

"Harry!" Emery hissed, but it was too late.

Dudley gasped and fell out of his chair with a thud, his fat bottom shaking the whole kitchen; Aunt Petunia stifled a small scream, her eyes wide with fear; Uncle Vernon, whose face was rapidly turning a nice shade of eggplant purple, jumped to his feet.

"I meant 'please'!" Harry said quickly. "I didn't mean-"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," Uncle Vernon roared, his bulldog face changing colors like Traffic lights, "ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?!

"Harry only-"Emery tried to say, but was interrupted again.

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" He thundered, slamming his fist on the table again, so hard, that a plate tumbled off. Emery quickly caught it, and returned back to staring at Uncle Vernon's pulsing veins.

"I just-"

"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THE MENTION OF YOU TWO'S ABNORMALITY UNDER MY ROOF!"

Emery nudged Harry's shoulder, and answered dully, "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

Harry got the message and repeated, "Yes, Uncle Vernon."

Uncle Vernon's face started to turn back to its normal color, but he was still watching them closely.

Ever since Harry had got back from Hogwarts, Emery was bursting with questions to ask him. But the thing was, Uncle Vernon was treating them like they were a pack of dynamite, ready to blow up at any second.

And since Emery couldn't mention their "Abnormality under their roof," her question time was very limited.

She could also see that Harry missed Hogwarts very much. He had been nostalgically describing Hogwarts to Emery every single night, making Emery look forward to it more and more every passing day. She was even packing her clothes and things in a trunk, telling Harry she wanted to be "ready."

She had also been flipping through the collection of photos from their parents, and caught herself tracing their faces as if they would come to life. Emery also wondered if they were proud that she and Harry were going to Hogwarts.

Emery sighed inaudibly. She wanted to learn magic early, but fat chance. The Dursleys had taken away all her and Harry's access to magic the moment he came home, locking all Harry's spellbooks, wand, robes, cauldron, and Nimbus two thousand into the broom cupboard.

Harry and Emery even were nothing like the Dursleys, not even in looks. Harry was skinny with untidy black hair from their father's and looked like a clone of James Potter, except for his bright green eyes. He also had a lighting shaped scar on his forehead, a souvenir mark from defeating the darkest wizard of all time.

Emery, on the other hand, looked like an exact replica of her mother, with her almond shaped eyes, which were a shiny emerald color, and her pale complexion, which she scared Dudley into believing she was a vampire. The only thing she had inherited from her father was her jet black hair that fell in waves, unlike Harry's untidy black hair. (Emery often teased Harry about it) And she also had a scar, though it was very different from her brother's. It was a mysterious spiral mark on shoulder, which made Emery glad since it was so easy to conceal under her clothes.

Oh, yeah, it's Harry's birthday today, Emery thought, playing with her overcooked eggs. Luckily, I prepared a present.

Uncle Vernon pulled her to reality as he cleared his throat. "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day."

Emery looked up from her burnt toast, not daring to believe it.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," Uncle Vernon said importantly.

Throwing a sympathizing look at Harry, she whispered, "Don't worry, Harry, your little sister remembered." My brother gave me a grateful smile in return.

I went back to my overcooked eggs, rolling my eyes. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from his company. (His company made drills)

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," He said, glancing at Aunt Petunia and Dudley. "We should all be in position by eight o' clock. Petunia, you will be-"

"In the lounge," Aunt Petunia folded her hands. "Waiting to graciously welcome them into our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." He put on a simpering smile. Emery rolled her eyes back further. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" Aunt Petunia cried, her eyes starting to get misty.

"Excellent, Dudley," Uncle Vernon grunted. Then he rounded on Emery and Harry. "And you two?" He snarled.

"We'll be in our bedrooms, pretending we don't exist," Emery and Harry chorused together emotionlessly.

"Exactly," Uncle Vernon said viciously. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight fifteen-"

"I'll announce dinner," Aunt Petunia promptly.

"And Dudley, you'll say-"

"May I take you through the dining table, ?" Dudley held out a fat arm to an invisible woman.

"My perfect little gentleman!" Aunt Petunia sniffed, her misty eyes now filling with tears.

"And you two?" Uncle Vernon barked.

"We'll be in our rooms, pretending we're not there," Emery and Harry chanted together flatly.

"Precisely," Uncle Vernon said nastily. "Now, we should aim to get in some compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"

"How about..." Aunt Petunia mused, her horse like face screwed in concentration. "Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason…Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason…"

"Perfect…Dudley?" Uncle Vernon turned his eyes to Dudley's fat face.

"How about-'we had to write an essay about our hero at school, and I wrote about you.'"

Aunt Petunia's eyes started overflowing with tears as she clutched her son tightly, while Emery stifled a laugh that was threatening to bubble out of her mouth.

"And you two?"

Harry and Emery both fought to keep their faces straight.

"We'll be in our rooms, making no noise and pretending we don't exist," They said in unison.

"Too right, you will," Uncle Vernon said roughly. "The Masons don't know anything about you two and it will stay that way."

His voice turned into the all-important tone again and said, "When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news a ten. We'll be shopping for a Vacation home in Majocra this time tomorrow."

Emery wasn't quite so excited. She didn't think that the Dursleys would treat them any better in Majocra than they did in Privet Drive.

"Right-I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me." He said, standing up. "And you two," He snapped at Emery and Harry, "Stay out of your Aunt's way while cleaning."

The Potter siblings left through the back door. It was a nice, sunny day, which was quite the opposite of what they were feeling.

"Oh, cheer up," Emery told her brother as they crossed the front lawn. "I've got a present for you."

Emery took out a present wrapped in ultramarine blue, with a silver ribbon tied on top.

"Thanks, Emery," Harry said, taking it from her and giving her a grateful smile. Emery grinned back and added, taking out something else, "Here's another surprise."

It was a chocolate frosted cupcake, slightly squashed, but still edible, nonetheless. There were rainbow sprinkles scattered onto the icing, and it finished with a big, red cherry on top.

"Here," Emery offered, "Eat it."

"No, no, you should eat it. You got it after all."

"Look, Harry," She adapted a stern look not unlike the one Professor McGonagall gave, "Stop trying to be a noble Gryffindor."

"But I am a-"Harry interjected, but was cut off by Emery.

"I went into the pantry and stole this from Dudley's stash of sweets for you. The least you could do was to split it with me!"

"Alright, fine," Harry smiled. "I'll split it with you."

"Good," Emery beamed, satisfied, "Cause I kind of wanted to eat the cupcake."

The two siblings sat on the bench and ate the cupcake together, Harry's eyes lighting up at the sweetness. They squabbled about who got the cherry for a while, but then they ate in silence as they stared absent-mindedly at the hedge.

Suddenly, two enormous green eyes, almost as green as the leaves it was peering through, appeared. Emery jumped a little in shock just as Dudley came toddling across the lawn. Thankfully, they both had licked their fingers clean from the cupcake. There was no trace of chocolate anywhere on their hands.

"I know what day it is," Dudley jeered, just as the green eyes blinked and vanished.

"How nice to see you," Emery said, sarcasm oozing from every word

Dudley ignored this; and sang again, "I know what day it is."

"What?" Harry asked, still staring at the place where the green eyes had appeared.

Emery rolled her eyes, sarcastically slow clapping. "So you've finally learned the days of the week. Good for you, Dudley."

Dudley sneered, which Emery noticed, was like a pig trying to smile.

"It's your birthday," He said smugly, getting closer to Harry. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you got any friends at that freak school of yours?"

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," Harry said calmly.

Before Dudley could answer, an irritated voice floated out of the kitchen window, identifying as Aunt Petunia's.

"Girl! Help me sweep the floor!"

Emery sighed, looking at Harry. "I guess I'll see you in a few centuries." She whispered so only Harry could hear her, "Good luck with the pig,"

Harry smiled, she nodded, and Dudley looked on in confusion. Emery could still hear their voices as she walked toward the back door, closing the door with a click. At the moment she stepped a foot in the house, Aunt Petunia thrust her a broom, which she caught just in time before it would knock into her chest.

"Go," She said, pointing to the already shiny floor. "Sweep the living room."

Stifling another sigh, Emery nodded, and trudged to the living room. She swept there for five minutes until a form of entertainment suddenly appeared; Dudley was running as fast as his chubby legs could carry him, howling. Harry came in a moment after, and he had to duck to avoid Aunt Petunia's soapy frying pan.

"What happened?" Emery whispered to Harry after he was given orders to wipe the table.

"I convinced Dudley that I was doing magic," He said, scrubbing a tiny stain.

"I'm guessing it was easy? Was it funny?"

"Course it was," He replied. They fell silent as Aunt Petunia hustled past them. When she was safely out of view, Emery started whispering again.

"Did you open my present?" Emery asked softly.

"Yeah, it's great! Quidditch through the ages!" Harry grinned.

"You're welcome. I got it for you while I was staying at Uncle Sev's." Emery murmured, and swept a few small dust bunnies away. She sneezed as specks of dust flew into her face.

Cursing not-so quietly, Emery sneezed again, and she earned a loud long, scolding from Aunt Petunia.

After three whole painful hours, Emery was finally allowed to rest.

Her back aching, she went upstairs, and threw herself onto her bed. Raking a hand through her hair, she picked up some indistinct noises in her brother's room. Deciding it was just Hedwig, Emery rubbed her aching back and decided to read the new Potions book Uncle Sev had sent her.

She had just turned a page and was reading a chapter about sleeping Drafts, when she heard a tapping on her window.

A Owl was perched onto her windowsill, a majestic gray Owl with wise brown eyes. There was a letter clamped in the beak, still shining in pitch black ink. Emery blinked in shock, still not used to a Owl delivering a letter on her windowsill.

Emery snapped out of her daze as the Owl gave a loud impatient hoot. She immediately put a finger to her lips, praying that the noise hadn't carried downstairs.

"Do you want to get me in trouble?" She hissed.

The Owl hooted again. Emery scowled, "Looks like you do."

Emery took the letter from the Owl, who hooted the third time, (Emery hissed like a cat having a seizure) and it flew away. She glared at the tiny dot (Which was the Owl) that disappeared into the distance, and she turned back to her desk.

As her eyes landed on the letter's envelope, they widened in astonishment. It was addressed from Malfoy Manor, in Draco's handwriting. Flipping the letter over quickly, she began to read.

There were crossed out words, scribbles, and a few ink stains. (The crossed out words are in italics-Gemstone 101)

Dear Emery, it said,

I hope you are doing okay. Father brought me the latest version of a broomstick, a Nimbus two thousand and one. It works spectacularly, even better than your brother Scarhead's. I'm going to try out to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team. I hope you will be watching me.

By the way, I hear you're going to start Hogwarts this year. Do you know which house you will be sorted in? I want you to be in Slytherin with me. I hope you won't be in Gryffindor. Slytherin is the best house, you know. The common room is in the dungeons under the lake, and it's lit by a cool green light.

Your Godfather is Snape, right? Lucky. You can always get out of trouble with him as your godparent. Your Godfather also hates your brother a lot, and you'll probably be scowling at me right now, but it is funny to see Scarhead fail in Potions class.

All the other classes are okay, but McGonagall's or Snape's is the hardest. But I have a feeling you will do well in Snape's. You have a lot of homework sometimes, it is perfectly horrible to do. Unless you are a replica of that Granger, I doubt you could get through it.

There are also staircases which switch every once in a while, so you have to watch your step. Also, Watch out for Peeves. He is downright annoying.

My mother wanted me to ask you this, but can you go to the Annual Christmas Party at the Malfoy Manor? She wants to meet you again, and so do I. It's quite boring, all the people who come are my father's business's partners.

So maybe if you came, I probably won't be that bored, and I could give you your present on Christmas day.

Love,

Draco

Emery smiled and shook her head, she could almost hear Draco's smug voice through the paper.

Sorry, guys. I know my book probably is a little boring to read in the first few chapters, but when Emery gets to Hogwarts, I promise to make it exciting. You know when I said I'll make specials once in a while, like the Carnival Special in Chapter five?

Well, I've decided I should make another Special. You guys tell me, what kind of special should I do?

Please put down answers in the reviews!

Thank you to the people who are still reading the little Nightflower!

-Gemstone 101