Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. I only own Emilie and the plot. The song used in this chapter is not mine either. It is 'Hold On' by Good Charlotte.

The summer started out normal for me. I was on my train ride home from school to go live with Grandpa Joe. I've lived with him since I was about 10 years old, right before I got accepted into school. See, I used to live in London with my mum and dad, but then they died and sadly, as a ten year old, I witnessed their murder. I'll never forget those cold, steel gray eyes for as long as I live. But anyway, this is the summer that I have been accustomed to for five years now. I used to spend every summer with my uncle, but when my parents died and I moved to America to live with Grandpa Joe, we kind of lost touch. My uncle doesn't particularly like Grandpa Joe, they always fight when they are around each other. So, where did I leave off? Oh yes, my summer vacation...

"Hey Grandpa Joe! I missed you all year. I'm sorry that I couldn't come home for Christmas, but my best friend was staying at school so I couldn't just let her stay there by herself." I told my grandfather as he gave me a tight squeeze.

"Oh, don't worry Emilie. I'm just glad to have you home! I've missed you so much! Are you ready for a fun summer?" Grandpa Joe asked. For some reason, something felt funny, out of place. There was an aura around Grandpa Joe and it wasn't a good one. I know it might sound weird, but I can tell these things. Of course, I know why I can, but you would never believe me. Let's just say I have some sort of magical powers. (A/N: o wow...I wonder what that could mean!)

As grandpa and I drove home, there was an awkward silence. I knew he was hiding something from me I just didn't know what. 'I just wish I knew what he wanted to say to me! Could it be bad?'

As soon as I thought this, I heard a voice. A familiar, deep, old voice ringing in my ears. 'I just wish I could tell her what is going on. How am I supposed to tell her that I have cancer and only have 6 weeks to live?'

I gasped loudly, shocked at what I had heard. 'Did I just hear Grandpa Joe's thoughts? HE HAS CANCER?! What the fuck! When is he planning on telling me this? Not that it will come as a great shock to me now!'

"So, how is my little witch doing? (A/N: didn't see that one coming...) Was your school year eventful at all? You hardly wrote home this year." Grandpa Joe asked, trying desperately to break the dull silence.

"Actually it was really fun. Potions was magnificent this year, grandpa. We learned all about the Polyjuice Potion, which allows you to transform into another person. It's the potion that one guy...oh, what's his name? Well, whatever. It's the potion that one guy used at Hogwarts last year when he posed as a teacher and tried to kill Harry Potter! Oh, and in Defense Against the Dark Arts, we learned the Patronus Charm. And guess what my Patronus is, Grandpa Joe? It's a horse, just like mum's was!"

"Well honey, I am so proud of you. Did you know it takes a very powerful wizard to complete a Patronus charm, or so I have read about. Can't that Harry Potter fellow you always talk about form one of them?"

"Yes, he can. And yes, it does take a powerful wizard to complete the charm, but grandpa, you know about my past..." I decided to leave it there. I know how much he hates talking about what has happened. Grandpa always says "It's in the past, move on and forget about it."

"Well, here we are. Hurry up and get ready for dinner I have something important to tell you tonight." 'How am I going to tell her that I'm dying? She'll be upset and that's the last thing I want. I care about her too much to have her feel alone in the world. I just hope she will understand.' Emilie unwillingly had to listen to Grandpa Joe's thoughts and felt herself tearing up. She quickly nodded her head, recognizing that she understood that she must prepare for dinner and rushed up to her room to unpack.

When she arrived in her room, memories came flooding back. Her summers with her uncle and his friends, her parents, her friends from school, her powers...she decided that she needed to write in her journal.

Dear Journal,

Today is June 6 and I just got home from school. I already miss all my friends and I have this weird feeling that I won't see them ever again. And you know how often my "weird feelings" actually happen, so I'm nervous. Well journal, a lot happened this year at school. I learned to form a Patronus and mine is a horse, just like mum and I also mastered the Polyjuice Potion. Other then that the academic load was fine.

I met a boy this year at school. His name was Thomas. I really thought I was in love, even though I am only 15. We didn't sleep together because I am not that stupid to have sex when I am 15 years old, but we did get awfully close this year. I really thought he was the one and that is the real reason that I didn't come home at Christmas. I went to his house for Christmas Day and met his family. They were lovely. We ended up dating most of the year, but at the farewell ball, I caught him making out with my best...I mean my ex-best friend. What a way to end my perfect year, wasn't it? Other then that nothing really happened.

Oh, except on the way home I discovered another one of my "special" powers. I can read thoughts when I want to. It's actually pretty cool, and should be useful at times, unlike today. I found out that Grandpa Joe is dying because he has cancer. He only has 6 weeks to live, that's like...a month and a half! And what am I supposed to do then? I don't have any other family! Mum's brother died a long time ago and Dad's brother wouldn't be able to take me in because of his job! Oh journal, I'm so scared. But I have to go, dinner is ready.

Emilie

Around the same time that Emilie was on her train ride home, across the ocean The Hogwarts Express was pulling into King's Cross Station. Students filed out of the train in a rush, but you suddenly saw a bushy brown head, two redheads, and a mess of black hair all stepping off the train together. Three of the four were known as 'The Golden Trio'. They were Hermione Granger, Hogwarts resident bookworm, Ron Weasley, Sidekick to the hero, and Harry Potter (yes, the Harry Potter), Hogwarts famous hero. The three were best friends and the extra redhead was Ron's little sister, Ginny Weasley. Together, the four were inseparable, especially after this past year.

As soon as the four made their way off the platform and into the muggle world, they had to split up. Ron and Ginny were flooing back to The Burrow, Harry had to rush off to catch the Dursley's before they left him behind, and Hermione went to catch a taxi to her house, where her parents were waiting for her. The four all left with a promise to spend the last few weeks of summer together at The Burrow.

Hermione's POV

As soon as I got home, I was greeted by mum and dad. I told them I was feeling tired and rushed up to my room to write in my journal.

Dear Journal,

This year was magnificent! I was made a prefect and so was Ron. I also had a boyfriend this year and you'll never guess who it was. DRACO MALFOY! Yup. I, Hermione Anne Granger, Gryffindor muggle-born, dated Draco Lucifer Malfoy, Slytherin Prince. It obviously didn't work out, but we are still friends. And now he's friends with Ron, Harry, and Ginny, too. So, at least there are no more feuds. I think I am in love with Ron, but I don't know how to tell him. I have to go though now, I'll figure something out.

Hermione

Harry's POV

The moment I arrived at the Dursley's I trudged up to my small, cramped bedroom. I couldn't believe I was feeling like this. I was in love with Ginny Weasley and I couldn't do a thing about it. Ron would kill me! I had done the unthinkable, I had fallen in love with my best mate's little sister.

((tap, tap, tap))

I turned to the window to see Hedwig there with an envelope in her beak. I quickly open it only to be quite astounded.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am writing in advance to inform you that in the time of six weeks you shall be receiving a visitor at your current residence. You are to keep an eye on her. She will explain everything when she gets there. Thank you for your cooperation.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

What could Dumbledore be going on about? I wonder who this visitor could be and what does she got to do with me?

Draco's POV

As I stepped off the train, I immediately noticed The Golden Trio and Ginny hurrying towards the exit. Smirking to myself, I too headed for home. This was going to be a long summer and I was not ready for it.

I stepped off the platform and, upon seeing a familiar head of long, black hair, ran towards the person. No one would probably ever know this except my close friends, but I loved my mother dearly.

"Hello mum! I've missed you so!" I told her as she enveloped me in a hug.

"Oh Draco, darling! I've missed you too. Where is Hermione dear?" mother questioned me. She was, of course, referring to my ex-girlfriend, Hermione Granger. We dated awhile this past year.

"Mum, we broke up. But we're still great friends. Don't worry, you'll see her again." I explained as we got into the car that she had rented to get here. "How's Lucius?"

"Draco! He is your father, treat him with respect! Anyway, he is fine. He's on business in America for work. He'll be home towards the end of summer to see you off to school."

As we arrived home, I ran straight to my room. Besides mum, it was the only thing I really missed when I was at school. The moment I got inside I grabbed my guitar and started to play. Only Hermione knew that I played because I had showed her over Christmas break when she came home to meet mum. I continued to play softly and I was soon singing along to the familiar tune.

"This world
This world is cold
But you don't
You don't have to go
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely, and no one seems to care
You're mother's gone and your father hits you
This pain you cannot bear

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know

Your days
You say they're way too long
And your nights
You can't sleep at all
Hold on
And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more
And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more

But we all bleed the same way as you do
And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on

What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...What are you waiting for?

Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Don't stop looking, you're one step closer
Don't stop searching, it's not over
Hold on if you feel like letting go
Hold on it gets better than you know
Hold on"

As I finished singing, I set my guitar down and fell asleep, the rhythm of the music still whispering in my room.

A/N: OK! That was my first chapter! I am actually quite proud of it. Please review!