I have learned that some people have made a connection between my email address (EKG216@aol.com) and the name Emma, but I might as well tell you my name is Emily not Emma. Emma is actually the name of my best friend when I was little if you must know, although that has nothing to do with why I chose the name, I thought Emma just fit her, that's all. Anyway, any questions, feel free to ask in a review or email me. ~Emily~

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the Wilsons the rest belong to JK Rowling.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Early the next morning Harry dragged his trunk down the stairs with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny following behind him. After a quick breakfast Mrs. Weasley had cooked up for them, they loaded their stuff into big, black ministry cars, which looked an awful like London's cabs from the outside, but thank goodness they were much bigger inside do to the spells and charms placed on them. After the ministry's horrible treatment of Harry and anyone who was friends with Harry last year, they felt it was their duty to at least give him a ride to King's Cross. Mrs. Weasley opened the second car and sitting inside was Percy, "Mom?"

"PERCY! Your dad and I have missed you so much!" she reached over and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Mom, I'm really sorry, you were right," he couldn't look her in the eye right then, and his fingers were sort of fidgeting in his lap.

"That's okay, that's okay, we forgive you. Now get out here and say hello to everyone!"

"Okay," he said with a smile and got out of the car. Mrs. Weasley looked Percy over beaming at the parable son before her.

Percy said all his hellos and turned to Harry, "I'm sorry I said all those things about you, Harry," he said scratching his head.

"It's okay," Harry said as he climbed in the back of the car, Hermione, Ron and Ginny climbed in after him and Percy and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley climbed in the other car. Both cars drove away from Grimmuald Place, Harry looked back at the house which had now disappeared do to the magic placed on it and silently gave a little wave good-bye, then turned and joined in the conversation with the others.

Once at King's Cross they all went through the usual entrance onto Platform 9 3/4, first making sure no muggles were paying attention and then plunging into the wall between 9 and 10 in pairs of two. They all loaded their things on the train and went and said their good-byes. After Harry had hugged Mr. and Mrs. Weasley good-bye and was standing to the side waiting for everyone else, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned and laid his eyes upon Emma's smiling face, before he could speak Emma blurted out, "Listen Harry, I'm really sorry I should have written... It's just... Well, you see I haven't been doing so well lately."

"Oh have you been sick?"

"You could say that. Anyway, I need to tell you something," Harry looked into her eyes ready for the explanation, when suddenly two happy people bounced up to him.

"Hey, going to introduce us?" Ron asked grinning.

Before Harry could speak Emma reached out her hand to Ron, "Emma Wilson, pleased to meet you both."

"Hi, I'm Ron and this here is Hermione," Ron took her hand and she turned and shook Hermione's.

"I've heard so much about you both," Emma said.

"Us too," said Ron.

"Really?" Emma said; she really was curious knowing how their summer together had ended and everything.

"Yea, but none of it did you justice," Ron said slickly.

"Oh," Emma said blushing.

"Ron," Harry himself was a little embarrassed.

"I think we need to head in," Hermione spoke up for the first time.

"Yea I think you're right," Emma said almost trying to extend an olive branch. Everyone turned to give one last wave good-bye to Percy and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and then started to load the train. Emma grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back before he got on and whispered in his ear, "I'll tell you later, okay?" Harry nodded and got on.

They all searched for an empty compartment and after walking almost all the way to the back found one that had been abandoned. Ron led the way and whispered to Harry as he walked through the door, "You weren't joking when you said she was gorgeous were you?"

Harry grinned and shook his head as Ron winked, "Sure Ron."

Hermione walked in and set her stuff down with a sigh of relief, "Well I guess us Prefects should go to the meeting."

"Oh yea, I forgot about that," Ginny said, she had been named Gryffindor prefect and made her mom very proud. She too was beaming but tried to suppress it because the twins made fun of her much the same way they made fun of Ron the year before.

"You are both Prefects?" Emma said sounding very impressed.

"Me too!" Ron said, trying to grab some of the attention.

"We'll try and hurry Harry," Hermione said coldly.

"K!" Harry and Emma took a seat as the three left the compartment. "So?" Harry looked Emma over completely for the first time she was in a pink sundress that perfectly complemented her cheeks with a pair of sunglasses sitting on the top of her head. She looked composed as usual but her eyes had a bit of make-up under them concealing bags; they looked worried and sparkled of unshed tears.

"Okay, well, listen, Harry, I'm... I'm a seer," Harry stared at her in disbelief. "You see when I fell I was having a vision," Emma looked deeply in his eyes for some sign of approval or at least general understanding of what she'd said.

"Visions?" Harry asked squinting his eyes with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Mhmmm..." Emma said nodding her head and biting her lips.

"Don't most seers have prophesies, where they speak and then don't remember what they say?"

"Well... most, but mine are more like dreams."

"Dreams?"

"Yea I pass out and then see a sort of slide show with sound in my head and then like dreams sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't... well actually, there more like nightmares, head splitting nightmares," she looked at Harry for recognition, then continued, "I don't have the luck of seeing unicorns or bunnies no, not me. When I was in Kindergarten and all the kids were told to draw their dreams I drew a wizard dieing at the hand of a Deatheater. I can tell you that went over real well. The poor teacher called a parent teacher conference and I had to go to a shrink for years. Of course I didn't know what they were at the time cause my mom raised me as a muggle, but she assured me I wasn't crazy and told me to lie to the shrink and tell them I saw rainbows," she gave a little laugh, "I did and eventually got out of it, you see I didn't start having visions again until a couple months before I turned 11 on August first, but I had recurring dreams about the ones I had when I was a baby."

"Wow," that was all Harry could muster to say.

"Yea, I can tell you, I might have gotten out of the counseling but all the kids new me as a future serial killer. I did have a few good friends, still talk to them today actually, of course they don't know about me being a witch and all; they just think I have migraine problems. Anyway that day in the park I just had a particularly gory one and I didn't feel like talking to anyone, okay?"

"Yea it's fine."

"Good," she said letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh oops," she said as she dropped the quill she had been fidgeting with the whole time and reached down to get it, Harry reached out to get it at the same time and then noticed something.

"What's this," he said grabbing her wrist, he looked down at the scar which crossed over the little blue vein running through her arm.

"It's nothing, seriously," she tried to yank her wrist away; "I just accidentally cut myself."

"Well why is there a scar? Shouldn't your mom have been able to get rid of it?

"It was a magic knife that doesn't heal right that's all," she said defensively.

"You accidentally cut yourself with a magic knife? What were you doing with a magic knife?"

"Nothing important okay!" she was bright red when she heard the compartment door open, she quickly yanked her hand away and took a deep breath before turning around with a small fake smile saying, "Hello there."

Neville and Luna walked into the compartment and smiled as Neville asked, "Hey Harry, who's your friend here?"

"Oh," Harry was snapped back to the real world after his mind had been completely occupied by the previous discussion, "This is Emma Wilson."

"Hey," she said with a weak smile and a little wave, "Listen I hate to be rude, but I need some fresh air, so I'm going to go for a walk, k?" Emma got up and walked to the end of the compartment where she opened the door and shut it behind her.

"She's a little weird, isn't she?" Luna asked.

Harry smiled at this, well a where that Luna was one of the weirdest girls in Hogwarts, "Yea she is."

Meanwhile Emma was walking from compartment to compartment, getting weird looks from all the people who had no clue who she was when suddenly she heard a whistle come from behind her. She slowly turned to see the culprit and saw a tall blond boy with slicked back hair who was surrounded by two huge ugly boys. "Hey, you couldn't be a first year, so you're not the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher are you?"

"No, I'm a new 6th year actually."

"Really, just my luck, I'm a sixth year, I'm sorry but I never caught a name?"

"That would be because I didn't give one, but it's Emma Wilson."

"So you're from America?" he asked based on her accent.

"Yea and your name is?"

"Draco M---"

"---Malfoy," Emma said finishing his sentence and letting out a laugh.

"So my reputation precedes me?" he said excited at the thought that the gal before him might be interested.

"Yea and it's not a good one, so you might want to take that smirk off your face and sit back down with the other no good muggle hating Slytherin idiots over there," she said waving her hand towards Crabbe and Goyle. She walked out of the compartment toward her own and smiled at the thought of having snapped Malfoy's masculinity right out from under him.

Back at the compartment Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were back and Ron was in a heated discussion with Hermione on how she should be nicer to Emma, "You're the one who was defending her a month ago!"

"Yea well that's before I met her and I don't trust her! She gives me bad vibes!"

"Bad vibes? You're just jealous!"

"Jealous! No I'm not; she's trouble I tell you!"

The whole time Harry had been in the corner trying to figure out what he was going to do about the scars on Emma's wrist when he heard the door open and turned to see her walk in, "Hey, I'm back in case you suddenly lost your sight," she said smiling.

"Oh, hi," they all said turning to see her.

"Here," Ron tossed her one of the chocolate frogs Harry had bought as he did every year.

"Thanks," she said as she tore open the wrapper and ate the frog then looked at the card of Dumbledore and smiled. She looked around and saw they were all in their robes, "Should I change?"

"Yea, we'll be there soon," Harry said.

Emma went to her bag and pulled out her robe which she slipped on and then placed her wand in her pocket. After that she sat down and drifted off to sleep, her head tucked in her arm which was on the shoulder rest, making her silky brown hair fall in a veil over her arms and back.

Ron looked over at her after he was sure she was asleep, "Yea, she sure looks like trouble to me," he said sarcastically.

"Fine, don't believe me but you just wait and see; I know I'm right!"

"Jeal-ous!" Ron coughed under his breath, as Hermione glared. Harry continued to sit in the corner, deep in thought for a good fifteen or thirty minutes, when the train pulled to a stop at Hogsmeade.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I hope this was more to your liking it is longer by more then 700 words. Anyway, I promise I will reveal more in time, Review!!!

DorkyandProud