Hey guys. Sorry I took a little longer than usual to upload. I've been a bit busy.

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I do not own anything from the wizarding world, all credit to J. K. Rowling.

Also, when I first started writing I had uploaded a story called Hogwarts Through My Eyes. It was my very first every written fanfic based off of an American witch who got her letter to Hogwarts with some of her other American friends during Harry's first year. I had stopped writing this one because I didn't have the inspiration to continue. So I decided that I'm going to include some of those OC's into this story to at least keep it alive a little for whoever was still interested and wanted to know what those characters were up to when they got older. They will pop up most likely in Emma's next chapter.

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"My, how interesting your mind is." a man's voice surrounds my thoughts.

"Oh, uh, thanks." I think back to what I know is the sorting hat. I read about this in one of our History books at school, it describes how all the wizarding students get sorted. I remember my parents telling me this process as well.

"Intelligence is your goal, yes. But you would sacrifice your life for the ones you love, very noble."

I wait patiently, wanting to see if he elaborates more on that. But he doesn't. Instead I contain my thoughts, not wanting the hat to know what I'm thinking. This is not the easiest thing considering he's inside my head. Then after a few more seconds of silence I hear the shouting of his voice echo outside of my head a house I did not expect at all.

"Gryffindor!"

I feel my mouth drop open in shock. What? That can't be right. He sorted me into the house labeled as brave. I have smarts, not bravery.

The hat gets pulled off, light blinding me for a split second. Everything feels unreal, like I've been in a lie for my personality all this time. I mean, Horned Serpent was for brains. Ravenclaw should have been the given of house to put me in. How could two schools put me in two opposites of myself.

I turn around and see the happy faces of my parents. The same shocked look of how I feel is reflecting back at me from my brother on his face. We both got put in different houses of what we are used to. Thunderbird is more on the brave side, he should have been a Gryffindor, not Hufflepuff. And I mean, okay sure, mom was a Gryffindor as well. But I'm nothing like her. I guess traits in heritage does come through in some way since we both got into one of our parents old houses.

I walk over to my family, my brother looks a little bummed out. I can feel the anxiousness coming from him. If our twin link is working I think he's feeling how I am, wanting to be together since it's a new school and have to readjust without each other. It was one thing being in separate houses in Ilvermorny, because we just came back home. But dorming and having to be by ourselves in said houses every night? Not so thrilling.

"Oh, well done." mom says, nodding in approval.

"Our kids getting into our respective houses, not what I was expecting." dad adds, but is clearly happy nonetheless.

"Brilliant." Umbridge says, putting on her fake smile again. "Now, schedules will be handed to you both and off to bed you go."

I take a deep breath, feeling the upset feeling in my stomach on the fact that mom and dad are going to be leaving us in a short time. My brother sleeping in a different house and not being able to at least talk before doing so. I hate this more than ever.

Once we are given our schedules we grab our things and head to the door. The principal thanks my parents for bringing us and that if they would like to spend the night she would personally call this bar named Three Broomsticks to reserve a room for them. I guess it's like a bed and breakfast type of thing.

They go against it, having to be at work the following morning in the US. I honestly was hoping they'd stay. Why? Because at least they may have decided to have one last meet up with us before going home. But that wouldn't be the case, which sucks and makes it more real that we are staying here.

The first thing we do is drop Aiden off at his dorm. McGonagall comes with us to make sure we get where we need to be, meeting with the head of Hufflepuff house named Professor Sprout. She's also the teacher for Herbology, which is of course my forte.

"I'll see you tomorrow." he tells me, pulling me into a hug.

I stuff my head into his shoulder, squeezing tight. I'm trying to hold back my overwhelmed feeling. "Meet in the main hall before breakfast?" I ask when I pull away.

"You two may want to sleep till the afternoon, it's around four in the morning. You'll both be too tired to get up for breakfast." dad says.

"Not to mention the jetlag." mom adds.

"Then lunch." Aiden says, "We'll meet before lunch."

I half smile and nod, "For sure."

Once we all say our goodbyes to Aiden, Sprout brings him inside his new home. The look on his face is kind of heartbreaking as he gives one last look to mom and dad. It's weird how this was his idea and yet he's just as upset as I am all of a sudden. Then we follow McGonagall to Gryffindor Tower.

"There is a new password to open the dormitory every week." McGonagall tells me, "Be sure to remember it, the Fat Lady is restricted to letting anyone who doesn't inside."

"The what?"

"It's the name of the lady who guards the tower entrance." mom says, "She is inside the portrait that covers it."

"Uhhh…"

She half smiles, "Look."

I turn to her gaze as I see portrait of a literal fat lady in a pink dress come into view when we turn the corner to the seventh floor. "Oh."

The both laugh as we continue to walk to it. Then she gets blinded by the light of all three adults wands as it wakes her up.

"Password?" she asks sleepily.

McGonagall smiles at her, "One moment, Fat Lady. This young lady needs to say her goodbyes."

The Fat Lady yawns, "Yes, Minerva."

"Okay, kiddo." dad says, putting his hands onto my shoulders. "You be good. Keep an eye on your brother."

"Dad, it's not my job to keep on eye on him."

"Just make sure he keeps out of trouble."

"Dad."

He smiles, "Okay, okay." he hugs me, "Write to us if you need anything."

I look at the professor, then back at him. "Can't I just go back with you guys? It's not too late to stay at Ilvermorny."

"Sweetheart." mom says now, "This will be a great experience for you."

"All magical schools are the same. I'm learning the same things."

They both give me a sad look, now it's like they are seeing my worries come to life. But they still refuse as they shake their heads. "Give this a shot." mom says.

"If by next year you still don't want to be here." dad continues, "Then we'll send you back."

"Deal?" mom asks.

I take a deep breath, sigh and nod. "Yes."

The both pull me into a group hug, kissing on the cheek and then they turn and walk away.

"I love you!" I yell at them.

They turn around, smiling. "And we love you." mom gets out, seeming to be upset now.

I watch them walk to the end of the hall and disappear behind it. Then a hand goes onto my shoulder. I take a deep breath and turn, McGonagall is staring down at me with a slight smile.

"I know this is hard, Ms. Kelly. Being sent to a new school when the year is almost over is not the easiest transition."

"You've been through this with kids before?"

"No, actually. This would be the first."

"Oh."

She squeezes my shoulder, "Come." she turns around and tells the password to the picture.

It swings open, showing a hole to walk through. So I follow behind her and head inside. The place is dark, nothing but her wand keeping it lit enough to see in front of us as she guides me to a door. She opens it and I follow up a spiralled staircase filled with more doors. Each one has a plaque beside them, the names and years of who stays in these rooms. She points to a door that is to use the "toilets and showers" as they say around here. I'm used to the different terms of things because of mom and dad being British. So like they say the Loo for bathroom.

We get to a bedroom at the top of the staircase, naturally I'd get the last one. "Here we are." she says, pointing to the plaque.

I look at it and see that fifth year is written on it, but my name is the only one there. All the others have up to five names, so now I have a mix of being happy that I'm by myself and worried about being on my own.

She opens the door and we head inside, she flicks her wand and all the candle lamps on each nightstand comes to life.

I take a look around to see that there are five scarlet colored beds, five dressers, some windows and an old fashioned round heater in the middle of the room. She has to light that up for me as well because it's a little chilly in here.

"You may choose whichever bed you'd like. If you need anything the Head Girl will be available. She is in the seventh year, located a few doors down to the right. Her name is Tina."

I slowly nod, "Okay."

"Or if you'd feel comfortable with someone your own age the other five girls in fifth year are next door to the left. Two of them are from America as well."

My mouth slowly drops, "Really?"

She nods, "Quite. They started in their first year with us, wonderful girls."

"Are there a lot of Americans here?"

"There a handful in each house from different years, yes."

"Wow."

She smiles, "Now I must go. It's quite late."

"Oh, right."

"Breakfast starts at seven. Lunch at one. Dinner at seven." she points to my hand, "It should be on the schedule."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Goodnight."

"Night."

She gives a nod goodbye and then heads out of my door, closing it behind her.