Okay well here's the second chapter. In this one Emily and her family are invited to another wizarding family's house for dinner. Wait until you find out who it is. Oh and Emily talks about getting a glimpse at Harry Potter... though she isn't quite sure if it is him or not. And I own nothing except Emily and her family. Thanks and enjoy! oh yea and review!
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Okay so my meeting Draco wasn't the best experience in my life. Oh well, if I get lucky I may not have to be in his house. Besides the Slytherin house seems that it might be for those lacking a good heart. No need to worry in that category. Okay, so I seem like a very aggressive girl. I'm really not its just this whole move has made me put up this major defensive sheild. My dad said Lucius seems like a very smart man and the kind of person you want on your own side. I gave my father an odd look. My mother said there's something odd about that whole family and that Draco's mother seems like a robot. Wow, took the words right out of mouth. Is it just me or does Lucius have a strong hold over both his son and wife? I've also never seen such scared house-elves in all my life. We, of course, do not own anything. Mom says its better to just work your own magic to get things done. Why make others work? Though if we did have some they would be the happiest house-elves ever! We barely ever walk out the front door of our house because muggles give us the oddest looks. Someone through what looks like a muggle newspaper on our lawn today. I walked outside to retreive it and a few houses down I saw a boy my age do the same. He looked rather raggidy. His clothes were baggy, his hair a black mess and his glasses seemed broken.

He looked up and when he saw me, he waved. I was a bit startled. I gave a small smile and realized how incredibly odd I must look like in my robes. Yet, he's the first person on this muggle street who showed any type of kindness. Well, that certainly was odd. Later, I watched the rest of his family go on without him somewhere. He didn't look like he was related to any of those horrible people! The highly plump, purple faced man and his stick of a snotty-nosed wife looked very different from him as well. The other kid was also extremely over weight and whiny. Oh Merlin, that nice boy couldn't possibly be related to him, could he? Hm, since my parents were gone and I had nothing better to do, and the people he lived with had just left, why not just go over there and get to know him? I need a friend before I drive myself insane.

I walked out the door and walked carefully down the sidewalk. I didn't want to step on someone's lawn and have them coming out screaming at me for messing up a blade of grass. I cautiously knocked on the door and patiently waited. The same boy I saw earlier opened it only a little but when he saw me, he opened it all the way with a slightly confused look on his face. Not that I could blame him. I was rather getting used to wearing normal clothes that I bought from a muggle mall.

"Um can I help you?" He asked.

"Well, I just moved a few houses down and when I saw you earlier I noticed you were the only mug.. person who didn't give me a dirty look. I also saw you were about my age and said to myself 'Hey I need a friend so why not start now?' By the way my name's Emily Bex and if you can't tell I am from America."

He grinned, "Nice to meet you Emily. My name's Harry Potter." My eyes widened at his name. No freaking way was I standing here casually chatting with Harry Potter!

"Harry Potter? No way! I had no idea I was living only a few houses down from you! So I was right! Those awful people leaving earlier are not your parents!"

He let out a slight laugh, "Most certainly not. My parents died from um.." He seemed unsure of whether or not to say anything.

I finished for him, "Killed by Voldermort right? Don't worry I am a witch so I won't freak out or anything."

"If you're a witch then what are you doing living on Pivet Drive? You don't have muggle parents do you?" I shook my head. Harry grinned. I could visibly see his thunder-bolt scar on his forehead and found it as just another interesting feature of his. The good thing was, he seemed nothing like that arrogant Draco, which made me exspecially glad.

"Well, I better get going. My parents will be home soon and we have to go over some wizarding family's house tonight. Mom says its good to get to know as many people as possible."

"Oh all right then. You will be attending Howarts this year right?" I nodded. "Well, maybe I will see you there. Bye."

"Bye." And with that he shut the door and I went over to my own house ready to prepare for my own evening activites.
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I let Tuff fly around my room, but as much as I yelled and argued, I couldn't let her outside. I guess the muggles would freak if they saw an owl coming and going from my house. My Hogwarts acceptance letter was laying un-opened on my desk. I sat down and opened it. It said the whole speal about welcome to Hogwarts, the houses, sorting, the mandatory classes and the ones I could take. Hm, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and um I will decide the last one later. I wasn't too sure what to take. I quickly made Tuff get into her cage, even though she was very hesitant.

"Sorry Tuff, soon you will be able to fly about without those muggles getting all weird and stuff." She gave me a loving peck and I went down the stairs. "So like, are these people going to be just like the Malfoys? Rich, snobby and breath takingly beautiful?"

"Emily! That is not a nice thing to say about your father's new co-worker." I rolled my eyes. I don't know how my mom managed to stay so nice about the most horrible people. "But, you do have a point. His wife looked like the only reason why she was breathing was because he actually wants her alive."

"Maggie!" My father obviously heard her insult.

"What? You know its the truth. Fine I won't say anything more about the Malfoy's. But to answer your question, Emily, no these people are nothing about the Malfoy's. They have seven children. Three have already graduated and your father said Arthur Weasley was a very nice man and very interested in the fact we live on a muggle steet."

"Hm maybe I will enjoy tonight after all." Just as quickly as I had said those words, we apparated right to the Weasley's. It was nothing like Malfoy Manor. This house seemed much more homier and had that type of feeling as well. When my dad knocked on the door, you could hear the busy commotion inside. For once, I smiled as we waited. This was going to be so much fun! The lady who opened the door, was a middle-aged woman with bright red hair and the expression every kind mother should posses. She welcomed us in immediatley.

"Well, come in come in! Make yourselves right at home." We walked inside and I found it amazing. So many things were being done by magic and I admired the clock which had the faces of all the Weasley's and the hands were pointing to where they were. "My name is Molly Weasley, Arthur's wife. You must be Jonathan and Maggie." She looked kindly at me and said, "This must be your daughter, Emily. Arthur has told me so much about the lot of you! It is wonderful that you could join us!"

I looked around and didn't see a single child. Didn't Dad say they had seven? Wait, more like 5 at home? As if reading my mind, Mrs. Weasley turned toward the stairs and shouted at the top of her lungs, in her thick British accent, "CHILDREN! DOWN STAIRS NOW! OUR GUESTS HAVE ARRIVED!" Then in a matter of seconds a loud clatter of feet came barreling down the stairs. A girl who was barely younger than me, and her three older brothers. Two of which were twins and the other who seemed like he could be nice and sarcastic at the same time.

"Sorry, Mum. Didn't want to get in your way while you cooked. We all know too well how you get when we are in the same room as you." One of the twins said.

Mrs. Weasley ignored him and said, "Percy is busy upstairs doing work. He will join us when he sees fit."

"I don't see why Perc just doesn't leave. All he does is work, work, work! He doesn't even eat unless you shove the food down his throat." The other twin said. Or at least I think it was the other twin.

"Anyway, this is Ginny, Ron, and Fred and George." Okay now it was easier to tell the twins apart. Fred was slightly taller than George so I guess I would be okay. "This is your father's new co-workers at the Ministry, Jonathan and Maggie Bex. And their daughter, Emily. Who will be attending Hogwarts as a new fifth year."

Ron's eyes lighted up, "Wicked! Just wait till you meet Harry!"

I smiled, "Oh I already have. Just earlier today. I live on the same street as him. His aunt and uncle are terrible people, or so they seem."

"No, they really are terrible. A few years back, Fred, George, and I saved him from that house. They had bars on the windows as if he was a prisoner!"

"How did you manage to save him if there were bars on his windows?" This interested me. This family seemed like they had their share of interesting experiences and Harry seemed like he would be a lot of fun to be around as well.

"Well, we sort of took Dad's flying car and pulled the bars off. Caused a lot of commotion between those muggles and Mum." Ron replied.

"I am still trying to forget that inncident, Ronald Weasley," Mrs. Weasley said sternly. I hid a small laugh. Soon enough we were all sitting down and enjoying Mrs. Weasley's wonderful dinner. Our parents were having their own discussions and I was trying not to laugh when I watched Fred and George replace Ron's chocolate frog with their own creation. This was going to be hilarious!

"AH!!!! MUM!!! ITS ATTACKING ME!" Ron started screaming as we watched the frog try to get some "sugar" from Ron.

Mrs. Weasley widened her eyes, "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT PULLING YOUR JOKES ON YOUR BROTHER?!" I couldn't hold it in any longer. I started cracking up, almost falling out of my chair. I tried to calm down but watching the frog still trying to get a good snog from Ron was too funny to keep a straight face. I could see my parents cracking a smile and Mr. Weasley trying to keep a straight face. Only Mrs. Weasley and Ron were highly upset about the whole thing. After George finally made the frog stop, Ron looked mortified.

"That frog tried to violate me Fred and George! I don't see how you find it so hilarious!"

Fred replied, "C'mon Ron! It was hilarious! You should have seen your face!"

"Well, I couldn't since my face WAS BEING ATTACKED!" Ron's face was as red as his hair.

"Look Ron, if it was me you would have laughed histerically. But because it was your own face it wasn't so funny. Just lighten up a bit and take it as a joke. It's not like they were attempting to murder you or anything."

"Easy for you to say! You're the one getting a good laugh!"

"Come now, Ron. It really isn't that much to get upset about." I sighed. Boy did this kid take everything so seriously! Since I didn't want him to start hating me already, I better try to make things a bit better. Even if that meant lying. "Besides the look you had was cute!" Okay I didn't say anything about being truthful. To be honest, he looked completely odd with the look on his face what with it being red and full of fear. Fred and George did a very nice job indeed!

"R..Really?" I nodded. At least he wasn't complaining anymore. "All right. I guess you were sort of right. I shouldn't have made it that big of a deal." He glared at Fred and George. "So long as you don't do it again! Especially when we get back to Hogwarts. I am already humiliated enough by Malfoy without the lot of you adding to it." Wait, did he just say Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy? I knew that Draco was rotten news. Here he is getting a kick out of humiliating such nice people. In America he's what we like to call a grade A jackass!

"Oh yea, Draco. Met him last night. I think he is the most arrogant 15 year old boy I have had the displeasure of meeting." The death stare coming from my father just made it more pleasing to see the look on everyone elses face.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Ginny replied, finally speaking up. I almost forgot she as even there. She is such a quiet girl. But what else do you expect when you are the youngest and the only girl out of seven children?

"You will fit right into Hogwarts with that type of attitude towards Malfoy. Well, so long as you don't get sorted into Slytherin. They all bow down to him in that house." Ron said, finishing the food the bewitched frog didn't touch.

"I can assure you no single daughter of mine will be sorted into a house like Slytherin." Yes, these words came out of my own mother. Once again insulting my father's new co-worker. I grinned, of course!

"Now now, dear, some of the best wizards have come from Slytherin." Was my father insane? Obviously he must have been by the way he was acting. Then he followed up, "But some of the worst have as well and I most certainly wouldn't want Emily in Slytherin either. Her heart is that of gold, not cement." Now this made me blush. My father did not regularly compliment me and this was a first. I think in some way he is just saying that some of the best wizards came from Slytherin so he is staying neutral. Personally, I do not believe he is very fond of Lucius Malfoy at all. Who could blame him? It's what I have been trying to tell him for the past 24 hours! Go Dad! Sorry, I just had to do that!

My parents had the time of their lives chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. My dad told Mr. Weasley all he wanted to know about Muggles. He asked the same question about a rubber duck that he supposedly asked Harry. That's what Ron told me anyway. My mother had to try not to laugh too much. She explained its simply a bath toy muggle children play with while in the bath tub. I used to have a magic rubber duck that flew around while I took baths as a child. Best bewitched toy I ever had. I don't know how muggles manage without magic. I suppose they are simply afraid of chang

A few hours later it was time to leave. I was defiantly in love with the Weasley house. It was not as expensive as the Malfoy's freaking palace, but the Weasley's home was warm, cozy and comfortable. I should ask dad to build a house like theirs. Minus the extra rooms they had. I was an only child. What would I need five bedrooms for anyway?

"Well, I guess I will see all of you at Hogwarts right?" I asked. Merlin, I hoped they would become my friends. I was in need of some.

"Of course! You can sit with us on the train if you'd like." George offered. Thank you, Merlin!

I grinned, "All right. See you then. By the way, thank you for the wonderful food Mrs. Weasley." It's always good to be thankful.