A/N:
I really like the character Emmalise.
*spreads glue on a spot of a wall*
As the chapters go on and get to know her better.
*sticks picture of Ron on wall*
.I think you will too.
*spreads glue*
This is the longest chapter so far.
*stick on picture of Harry*
I hope you like it!
*spreads glue*
R&R please!
*pulls from stack a picture of. Malfoy?! BAH!*
There will also be an original song and at least one original poem later on
in the fic.
*rips picture up into little bitty pieces*
That's all I have to say.
*drops pieces in toilet*
Read on!
*flushes toilet*
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"Great job on de-chizpurfle-ing the coffee table yesterday!" said Mrs. Weasley the next morning at breakfast. "Your Hogwart's letters arrived today. We'll need to take a Porthole to Diagon Alley after breakfast, so eat quickly! Arthur's meeting us there, and I don't want to be late!"
When Mrs. Weasley said the word "Porthole", Harry could have sworn he heard Emmalise give a small whimper and mutter "Oh crap."
"Has anyone seen Bambino?" asked Emmalise, peering over the top of a very tall stack of toast.
"Who's Bambino?" asked Harry.
"My owl. He's brown, with a white star on his chest. Have you seen him?"
Harry shook his head.
"Everyone finished?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Good," she said without waiting for an answer. "Now come on, come on!"
Mrs. Weasley pulled the Porthole from a pocket of her robes. She carefully shook it out, placed it on the floor, tapped it three times with her wand, and said "The Leaky Cauldron, London, England."
As before, the Porthole vibrated and then became a window, this time into a gloomy pub.
"Well, who wants to go first?" inquired Mrs. Weasley.
"I will," said Ron, stepping forward.
Ron jumped into the hole and fell in the same manner as Harry had two nights before. Emmalise gave a wimper and retreated behind Harry, trembling.
"Next!" said Mrs. Weasley briskly.
Hermione moved forward this time, and after her went Ginny. When Ginny landed safely, Mrs. Weasley looked around at Harry and Emmalise, who was still trembling.
"Well, go on! One of you!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh no," said Emmalise, shaking so badly that she had to hold on to Harry's arm for support. "Oh no no no no no. I can't. No. No no no."
"Of course you can, dear!" said Mrs. Weasley, sounding encouraging and impatient at the same time.
"No, you don't understand. When I was five I was climbing a tree in my backyard and I fell out of the tree when I was really really really high up and I broke my leg in about 4 places and ever since then I've been completely and totally terrified of falling so I can't do this no no no I can't!" said Emmalise, speaking very quickly and slightly hysterically.
"It's not bad, Emmalise," said Harry, turning to face Emmalise. "Really, it's not."
"NO! Nononononononoo! I can't do it, Harry, I can't do it! Please don't make me!" Emmalise was speaking frantically and looking like she was on the verge of tears.
"Look, I'll go with you. Will that make you feel better?"
Emmalise looked like she doubted anything in the world could make her feel better right now, but, nevertheless, she nodded very timidly.
Harry took Emmalise by the arm and led her over the hole. She was quaking violently and whimpering very loudly. A tear trickled down her cheek. Harry squeezed her arm reassuringly. She took a deep breath, stopped whimpering, and gave Harry a small smile.
"On three," said Harry. "One... two... three!"
Harry and Emmalise jumped into the hole. Immediately, Emmalise started screaming bloody murder. She was clinging Harry for dear life. The volume of her screaming decreased as they slowed, but she didn't stop until they reached the ground, still keeping a firm grip on Harry. She was breathing very fast, her cheek pressed against Harry's chest.
"Erm...Em..." said Harry awkwardly after a few seconds. "You can let go of me now."
"Oh...right..." said Emmalise, detatching herself from Harry. She was still shaking and very pale. "That was, without a doubt, THE most horrifying thing I have ever experienced in my entire life... well... almost..." Her eyes went misty, and Harry knew she was thinking about her mother's death.
"Emmalise!" said Hermione from behind Harry. "Are you all right?"
"I suppose..." Emmalise replied.
"Caput!" said Mrs. Weasley, who had just landed beside them. The Porthole fell into her hands and she pocketed it.
"Hello, Molly!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, having just Apparated next to Mrs. Weasley. He smiled at his wife and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well, let's get going!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Gringotts first, then off to buy your books!"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley led the rest of them out into the alley way. Mrs. Weasley tapped the brick wall with her wand and the bricks receded obligingly to form an archway, though which they all went. They walked past all the shops, every now and then pausing to gaze briefly into a store window before running to catch up with the rest of the group. Finally they reached the pearly white building of Gringotts bank. Inside, they gave a goblin their keys and followed to the carts.
The goblin put out a hand to stop them.
"Four visitors and one goblin per cart," he said. "Renghor!" called the goblin. Another goblin (this one was very hairy) looked up from his parchment, stepped out from behind his desk, and walked over.
"Oi, Pollmeir?" said the hairy goblin called Renghor.
"Take three of these in a seperate cart," said Pollmeir.
Renghor nodded and extended a hand over another track. A cart came zooming up to him, into which he, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny climbed. The goblin then tapped the side of the cart, which immediately sped away down the track.
"In," said Pollmeir getting into the cart. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Emmalise clambered in after him. The goblin tapped the cart like Renghor had, and they zoomed away.
To his surprise, Emmalise seemed to rather enjoy the ride. Hermione, on the other hand, went quite green, grabbed Ron's hand, and buried her face in his shoulder. Ron looked quite startled and not sure what her should do, so he patted Hermione on the back gently. Even in the very dull light, Harry could see Ron's bright red ears.
Finally they reached Harry's vault. Harry felt rather guilty at all the coins in his vault, when Ron was so poor. He quickly shoved some Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in his bag and jumped back in the cart.
The ride to Emmalise's vault was exactly the same. She didn't have as much gold as Harry, but still a pretty decent amount. She gathered up some money and put it in her bag. They was about to leave the vault when suddenly she stopped.
"What on earth...?" she said. She walked over to a small, red and gold silk box right in the corner of the vault. She picked it up, walked back over to Harry, Rone and Hermione, and opened it. Inside was a ring. Just a simple silver band. She held it up to examine it.
"What do you make of it?" asked Emmalise.
"I-I don't know..." said Hermione. Her face was still rather green.
"Hmm..." said Emmalise, looking the ring over critically. "There's just something beautiful about it... I think I'll keep it."
She slipped the ring onto her right ring finger.
"Well?" said Pollmeir abruptly. "Are you coming or not?"
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"I have so much to buy!" said Emmalise in a panicky voice, her eyes darting from her booklist to every store around her in turn and back again. "I need robes, new spellbooks, dragon hide gloves, potions ingredients- "
"Don't worry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. "There'll be plenty of time. Now then, I think we should head to Flourish and Blotts first, then the Madam Malkins and the Apothecary, then on to buy your quills, parchment, and ink. Anything else?"
"Yes," said Emmalise. "I need some owl treats and broom wax."
"You have a broom?" inquired Ginny. "What model?"
"Yeah," she said. "It the new Nimbus Two Thousand and Three. My mum gave it to me for my birthday."
"Do you play Quidditch?" asked Harry. "What position?"
"I'm a beater," said Emmalise.
"Are you any good?" said Ron.
"Well, I've been taking private lessons since I was four."
"Excellent, you can be on the Gryffindor team!" said Ron. "I'm Keeper, Harry's Seeker, and Ginny's trying out for Chaser this year."
"Awesome!" she said.
"You know, I might get a broom." said Hermione.
"Why?" said Ron. "You don't even play Quidditch!"
"I can have a broom if I want!" said Hermione defensively.
"Oh, here we go again," Ginny murmured exasperately.
"It would be a waste of money!" argued Ron.
"What does it matter to you how I spend my money?" Hermione said loudly.
"I'm just saying you don't need one!"
"Maybe I just want to ride on weekends!"
"Shut UP!" said Emmalise finally. "You two are always at each others' throats!"
"Emmalise is right," said Harry. "Can you just give it a rest?"
Hermione looked appalled and Ron looked slightly sheepish.
"Come on, let's go get our books," said Ginny, pressing forward through the crowd.
"What career are you going for?" Harry asked Emmalise as they followed Ginny towards Flourish and Blotts.
"An Auror. I wouldn't dream of anything else after what happened to my mum."
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"Great job on de-chizpurfle-ing the coffee table yesterday!" said Mrs. Weasley the next morning at breakfast. "Your Hogwart's letters arrived today. We'll need to take a Porthole to Diagon Alley after breakfast, so eat quickly! Arthur's meeting us there, and I don't want to be late!"
When Mrs. Weasley said the word "Porthole", Harry could have sworn he heard Emmalise give a small whimper and mutter "Oh crap."
"Has anyone seen Bambino?" asked Emmalise, peering over the top of a very tall stack of toast.
"Who's Bambino?" asked Harry.
"My owl. He's brown, with a white star on his chest. Have you seen him?"
Harry shook his head.
"Everyone finished?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Good," she said without waiting for an answer. "Now come on, come on!"
Mrs. Weasley pulled the Porthole from a pocket of her robes. She carefully shook it out, placed it on the floor, tapped it three times with her wand, and said "The Leaky Cauldron, London, England."
As before, the Porthole vibrated and then became a window, this time into a gloomy pub.
"Well, who wants to go first?" inquired Mrs. Weasley.
"I will," said Ron, stepping forward.
Ron jumped into the hole and fell in the same manner as Harry had two nights before. Emmalise gave a wimper and retreated behind Harry, trembling.
"Next!" said Mrs. Weasley briskly.
Hermione moved forward this time, and after her went Ginny. When Ginny landed safely, Mrs. Weasley looked around at Harry and Emmalise, who was still trembling.
"Well, go on! One of you!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh no," said Emmalise, shaking so badly that she had to hold on to Harry's arm for support. "Oh no no no no no. I can't. No. No no no."
"Of course you can, dear!" said Mrs. Weasley, sounding encouraging and impatient at the same time.
"No, you don't understand. When I was five I was climbing a tree in my backyard and I fell out of the tree when I was really really really high up and I broke my leg in about 4 places and ever since then I've been completely and totally terrified of falling so I can't do this no no no I can't!" said Emmalise, speaking very quickly and slightly hysterically.
"It's not bad, Emmalise," said Harry, turning to face Emmalise. "Really, it's not."
"NO! Nononononononoo! I can't do it, Harry, I can't do it! Please don't make me!" Emmalise was speaking frantically and looking like she was on the verge of tears.
"Look, I'll go with you. Will that make you feel better?"
Emmalise looked like she doubted anything in the world could make her feel better right now, but, nevertheless, she nodded very timidly.
Harry took Emmalise by the arm and led her over the hole. She was quaking violently and whimpering very loudly. A tear trickled down her cheek. Harry squeezed her arm reassuringly. She took a deep breath, stopped whimpering, and gave Harry a small smile.
"On three," said Harry. "One... two... three!"
Harry and Emmalise jumped into the hole. Immediately, Emmalise started screaming bloody murder. She was clinging Harry for dear life. The volume of her screaming decreased as they slowed, but she didn't stop until they reached the ground, still keeping a firm grip on Harry. She was breathing very fast, her cheek pressed against Harry's chest.
"Erm...Em..." said Harry awkwardly after a few seconds. "You can let go of me now."
"Oh...right..." said Emmalise, detatching herself from Harry. She was still shaking and very pale. "That was, without a doubt, THE most horrifying thing I have ever experienced in my entire life... well... almost..." Her eyes went misty, and Harry knew she was thinking about her mother's death.
"Emmalise!" said Hermione from behind Harry. "Are you all right?"
"I suppose..." Emmalise replied.
"Caput!" said Mrs. Weasley, who had just landed beside them. The Porthole fell into her hands and she pocketed it.
"Hello, Molly!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, having just Apparated next to Mrs. Weasley. He smiled at his wife and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well, let's get going!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Gringotts first, then off to buy your books!"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley led the rest of them out into the alley way. Mrs. Weasley tapped the brick wall with her wand and the bricks receded obligingly to form an archway, though which they all went. They walked past all the shops, every now and then pausing to gaze briefly into a store window before running to catch up with the rest of the group. Finally they reached the pearly white building of Gringotts bank. Inside, they gave a goblin their keys and followed to the carts.
The goblin put out a hand to stop them.
"Four visitors and one goblin per cart," he said. "Renghor!" called the goblin. Another goblin (this one was very hairy) looked up from his parchment, stepped out from behind his desk, and walked over.
"Oi, Pollmeir?" said the hairy goblin called Renghor.
"Take three of these in a seperate cart," said Pollmeir.
Renghor nodded and extended a hand over another track. A cart came zooming up to him, into which he, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny climbed. The goblin then tapped the side of the cart, which immediately sped away down the track.
"In," said Pollmeir getting into the cart. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Emmalise clambered in after him. The goblin tapped the cart like Renghor had, and they zoomed away.
To his surprise, Emmalise seemed to rather enjoy the ride. Hermione, on the other hand, went quite green, grabbed Ron's hand, and buried her face in his shoulder. Ron looked quite startled and not sure what her should do, so he patted Hermione on the back gently. Even in the very dull light, Harry could see Ron's bright red ears.
Finally they reached Harry's vault. Harry felt rather guilty at all the coins in his vault, when Ron was so poor. He quickly shoved some Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in his bag and jumped back in the cart.
The ride to Emmalise's vault was exactly the same. She didn't have as much gold as Harry, but still a pretty decent amount. She gathered up some money and put it in her bag. They was about to leave the vault when suddenly she stopped.
"What on earth...?" she said. She walked over to a small, red and gold silk box right in the corner of the vault. She picked it up, walked back over to Harry, Rone and Hermione, and opened it. Inside was a ring. Just a simple silver band. She held it up to examine it.
"What do you make of it?" asked Emmalise.
"I-I don't know..." said Hermione. Her face was still rather green.
"Hmm..." said Emmalise, looking the ring over critically. "There's just something beautiful about it... I think I'll keep it."
She slipped the ring onto her right ring finger.
"Well?" said Pollmeir abruptly. "Are you coming or not?"
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"I have so much to buy!" said Emmalise in a panicky voice, her eyes darting from her booklist to every store around her in turn and back again. "I need robes, new spellbooks, dragon hide gloves, potions ingredients- "
"Don't worry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley. "There'll be plenty of time. Now then, I think we should head to Flourish and Blotts first, then the Madam Malkins and the Apothecary, then on to buy your quills, parchment, and ink. Anything else?"
"Yes," said Emmalise. "I need some owl treats and broom wax."
"You have a broom?" inquired Ginny. "What model?"
"Yeah," she said. "It the new Nimbus Two Thousand and Three. My mum gave it to me for my birthday."
"Do you play Quidditch?" asked Harry. "What position?"
"I'm a beater," said Emmalise.
"Are you any good?" said Ron.
"Well, I've been taking private lessons since I was four."
"Excellent, you can be on the Gryffindor team!" said Ron. "I'm Keeper, Harry's Seeker, and Ginny's trying out for Chaser this year."
"Awesome!" she said.
"You know, I might get a broom." said Hermione.
"Why?" said Ron. "You don't even play Quidditch!"
"I can have a broom if I want!" said Hermione defensively.
"Oh, here we go again," Ginny murmured exasperately.
"It would be a waste of money!" argued Ron.
"What does it matter to you how I spend my money?" Hermione said loudly.
"I'm just saying you don't need one!"
"Maybe I just want to ride on weekends!"
"Shut UP!" said Emmalise finally. "You two are always at each others' throats!"
"Emmalise is right," said Harry. "Can you just give it a rest?"
Hermione looked appalled and Ron looked slightly sheepish.
"Come on, let's go get our books," said Ginny, pressing forward through the crowd.
"What career are you going for?" Harry asked Emmalise as they followed Ginny towards Flourish and Blotts.
"An Auror. I wouldn't dream of anything else after what happened to my mum."
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