Morning sunlight shone through the windows, basking the room and two sleeping figures in a warm, soft, glow as a light breeze rustled the curtains. The air was silent and still, except for the soft, melodic twitter of the birds, which added harmony to the peaceful scene.

Next to the windows, Ginny was sleeping peacefully as she turned in her bed, clearly enjoying her dream. She was wearing a happy, content smile on her face as she sighed dreamily, no doubt fantasizing about her crush, Harry Potter.

The girl beside her obviously was not. She shifted and groaned, her hands clawing at some kind of invisible enemy as sweat dripped down her brow and onto her chin.

She muttered a few phrases like, "Got to get away," or "This isn't real," but the sentences jumbled together, so most of her mumbling was a mess of complete nonsense.

Once or twice, her hand accidently slapped the girl next to her, resulting for Ginny to drowsily open her eyes, which surveyed the room slowly, until they landed on the writhing girl next to her.

"Not again," Ginny mumbled as she combed her red hair out of her face. Shaking her head in defeat, she shook the girls shoulder.

"Hey, Emery, wake up,"

No reaction.

She shook her shoulder again, but this time it was followed by inaudible mumbling.

Ginny sighed, but finally bent down and counted to three, her mouth next to Emery's ear.

"EMERY, WAKE UP!" She shouted.

Emery wrenched open her eyes, accidently slapped Ginny in the face again, and immediately jolted up, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Ugghhh…"

Her head turned to the girl on the floor, who was nursing her red cheek and glaring at her with a half amused, half exasperated expression.

"That's the third time this week, Em," She grumbled, staggering up to face her.

"Sorry, Gin," She mumbled sheepishly, scratching at her mess of tangled black locks.

Ginny shook her head, but her face immediately turned concerned.

"Are you going to tell anyone about these nightmares?"

"Nah," Emery said, waving her hand dismissively, "I'm sure they're nothing."

"Tell that to your roommate," Ginny grumbled again, her hand pointing to her red cheek.

"Sorry, Gin."

"Whatever," She sighed. "Besides, it's almost time for breakfast anyway. But almost everyone's asleep, so we can only stay here and wait for Mum to wake up."

Emery suddenly adopted a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes.

"Almost everyone, you say?"

"Yeah," Ginny replied warily. She was very familiar with that look, since she had seen it on Fred and George countless times.

"Let's say we wake Fred and George and go have a peek in Ron's room."

Fred, George, Ginny, and Emery did not just take a peek in Ron's room.

No, they armed themselves with black markers, some Dr. Filibuster's Wet -Start, No-Heat fireworks and set them next to the beside cabinets, then moved on to creating artistic masterpieces on Ron and Harry's faces.

(It was impossible to get Ginny to draw on Harry's face since every time she approached his sleeping form, she ended up in a uncontrollable blushing mess. Emery took over and Ginny decided to draw on Ron instead.)

"There," Emery said with a flourish as she finished tracing a mustache on Harry's face. "All done."

Fred and George inched over and promptly collapsed in a fit of silent giggles as they glanced at Harry's face.

Emery had drawn a thick, black beard to match the mustache she had sketched, then scribbled random symbols over his face, with a unibrow to finish it off.

She put a finger to her lips and inched back toward the bedside cabinets. All four of them had smirks plastered to their faces as they prepared to set off the fireworks.

"Alright, you two," Fred whispered to Ginny and Emery. "These fireworks will only wake Ron and Harry up, so we won't get in trouble."

"Now all you have to do is to pull this," said George, gesturing to a thin coil of rope, "And it'll set off."

"On the count of three," Fred muttered. "One…two…THREE!"

They all pulled the rope at the same time, and just as Fred and George had said, the fireworks set off with a loud bang, whizzing and flying around in the room as Ron and Harry jolted up, Harry's hand darting around for his glasses, while Ron tumbled off his bed with a thud.

The two disoriented figures staggered around, groggily putting their hands over their ears to deafen the sound.

"Will you turn those off?!" Ron shouted as a firework whizzed toward Harry's head and he ducked just in time, his glasses slipping off the edge of his nose.

The four pranksters' faces all split into wide grins, laughing at Ron and Harry as they stumbled around. Their protests could barely be heard over the pandemonium, while Fred and George turned to Emery, who was still smirking broadly at the sight in front of them.

"Welcome to the crew, our apprentice."

"Now, that was an exciting morning," Emery remarked as she leaned on the back of her chair, sharing a grin with Fred, George, and Ginny.

"Speak for yourself," muttered Ron as he grumpily shoveled eggs in his mouth.

"Oh, Ronald," Emery drawled, waving a hand at him, "I'm sure you and Harry enjoyed it as much as we did." She picked up a piece of toast and idly took a bite.

"Enjoyed it, my ass."

"Language, my dear friend," Emery said, picking up her fork and playing with her bacon.

"Ywou cwuss as mwuch as I dwo." Ron mumbled, his mouth now bulging with food.

"I'm sorry, what ?" Emery raised an eyebrow.

Ron paused for a moment, then swallowed and said, "You cuss as much as I do."

Emery seemed to ponder this for a moment and finally said, "You do have a point there, Ronald."

Apparently satisfied with her answer, Ron went back to his eggs, but Harry still looked at her with a exasperated expression.

"You could at least given us a warning," he interjected, raking a hand through his mess of black hair.

"We could have, but what's the fun in that?" Fred and George chimed together.

Harry was about to protest but stopped as Mrs. Weasley approached the table.

"This letter's for you, dear," she said warmly, handing Emery a parch white envelope with a black wax seal.

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasely," she said, and took the letter from her. Emery flipped it over and printed neatly in dark green ink were the words To Emery Nightflower Potter, The Burrow.

She picked the seal open and carefully smoothed the slightly crumpled paper on the table.

Dear Emery, it said in the same miniscule, neat handwriting on the front,

This is your Godfather. I was just informed of your arrival upon the Burrow and I am asking you if you would like to spend the rest of your summer in my manor.

I am sure you have received your Hogwarts letter already, so we will need to go to Diagon Ally to purchase the necessary supplies.

Please give me your reply immediately.

Love, Uncle Sev

The letter was short, brief, and sharp. Just like her Godfather. However, Emery cracked a smile at the last line. That was unexpected of him, but still nice.

"Who's it from?"

The voice snapped Emery from her thoughts. She turned around and saw Ron was leaning over her shoulder as he peered down at the letter.

"Who's it from?" He asked again, now grabbing a English muffin from a nearby plate and taking a bite.

"My Godfather," Emery said shortly, folding up the letter and stuffing it into the envelope.

Glancing at Ron's bulging mouth, she added, "Don't choke on your muffin, Ron, I would hate for you to die in such an embarrassing way."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your concern."

"Wait," Harry said incredulously,"Your Godfather?"

"Yeah," Emery replied, ripping off a piece of toast and stuffing it into her mouth.

"You mean Snape?" Harry asked again, disbelief in his voice.

"Who else could it be, Father Christmas?"

"So it's Snape."

"Yep," Emery confirmed.

"Why would you have a git like him for a godfather?" Harry spat, disgust laced in his voice.

"The question is, Harry, why do you have to be a git about him being my godfather?" Emery rolled her eyes and shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth.

"He's a bigger git than me!" Harry protested.

"You're a close second sometimes."

"Hey!"

Mrs. Weasley watched them with a fond expression as she cleared the plates from the table. A amused smile crossed her face as she glanced over at them; Emery was making wild hand gestures while Harry had his brow furrowed and was shaking his head.

Time flew by, and the bickering between Emery and Harry ceased, much to the Weasleys' relief. Ginny and Emery had retreated to their room and were discussing which house they would be sorted into.

"-sorted into Gryffindor, since all of my family was in Gryffindor," Ginny was saying.

"Well, my brother is in Gryffindor, but I don't think I'm that brave," Emery fiddled with her fingers.

"The qualities of Gryffindor are daring, nerve, and chivalry," Ginny glanced at Emery. "You can't really tell if you're brave or not unless you were put in that kind of situation."

"Yeah, you're right," Emery sighed. Her gaze shifted to a photograph plastered onto the bedroom wall.

It consisted of Fred, George, and Percy standing together wearing their Hogwarts robes. Percy was wearing his regular pompous look, while Fred and George's faces had their usual mischievous grins, like they were up to no good.

In fact, they were. The prefect badge that Percy was so proud of was enchanted to Pinhead instead of Prefect.

Emery sniggered as the photo Percy puffed his chest out proudly, clearly unaware of the slight typo on his badge.

She turned back to Ginny and asked, "Does family usually get sorted into the same house?"

She considered this for a moment. "Well, it's not guaranteed," she said finally. "But most families do get sorted into the same houses."

"So that means I'll get sorted into Gryffindor?"

"Yeah, probably."

"What about the other houses? Like Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin?"

"Well, Hufflepuffs are okay, but most of them are pretty soft spoken and tolerant. Ravenclaws are practically nerds and love learning, and Slytherin is the house in which people turn evil."

"So basically Gryffindor is the best house?" Emery raised an eyebrow.

"From what Ron said to me, yeah."

"Don't you think that's a bit biased? I mean, the other houses can't be that bad."

"I don't know."

Emery sighed. This conversation was getting her nowhere. But, nevertheless, she cracked a smile at Ginny. "I guess we'll have to find out when we get to Hogwarts."

Ginny returned the smile. "Yeah, I guess we will.

Ah, sorry about the late updates.

School has been a bit hectic lately with STAAR test coming up and our teachers are giving us more homework than ever.

Anyway, what house will Emery be in?

Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin?

Even though this is a bit biased, I like to think Ravenclaw is the best house.

Feel free to tell me your Hogwarts house in the reviews!-Gemstone 101