Emilia waited patiently for him to speak, looking him directly in the face.

"Come with me." Harry said, and he grabbed her hand. She followed him out of the hall and down the steps to the grounds. Harry brought her to a bench and sat her on it.

"Harry? What is it?" Emilia asked, now a little worried. Harry sat down beside her and cleared his throat.

"Did something weird happen to you when Quirrel turned around?" He asked her.

"Ya." she said.

"My scar hurt so bad, it never hurt before." Harry told her.

"I saw a scar on my forehead that had never been there before." Emilia said, showing him her forehead.

Harry could see clearly on her forehead a lighting shaped scar.

"That's weird, it's the same shape as mine!" Harry said. Emilia thought for a second then turned to Harry again. "It all makes sense a bit." she said.

"What does?" Harry asked.

"Well… Before two days ago we had never met and then all of a sudden we met on the train." she said.

"So?" Harry said.

"Well you remember when we hugged on the train." Harry nodded.

"Well, I felt a tingling feeling on my forehead and I didn't think of it as anything until now." Emilia told Harry. "But what does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

"Well, you were attacked by Lord Voldemort, right?" she said, again Harry nodded.

"And both our parents were killed, right?" Harry nodded again.

"You got that scar because of it and so I must have somehow got one to." Emilia explained.

Harry was quiet for a second and then said, "It does make sense, but why did they burn?" Before Emilia could say anything, she found Professor Snape standing in front of them.

"What are the two of you doing out here at lunch?" he sneered. Emilia didn't know how to answer him.

"Being mischievous were you?" he sneered again.

"We will have to take this up with Professor McGonagall." he began to walk away.

"Professor!" Emilia yelled after him. Professor Snape turned around and glared at the two of them.

"Yes." he said.

"We were just…" before she could finish, Professor Snape interrupted her.

"Come with me… now!" That last word from Professor Snape echoed in her head. Harry and Emilia looked at each other then followed Professor Snape into the school. When they reached Professor McGonagall's office, Professor Snape left them and walked down the hallway. Almost tripping over a first year who had dropped his scrolls. Harry and Emilia knocked on the door and a voice said,

"Come in." Emilia opened the door and entered, followed by Harry. Professor McGonagall looked up from work as Harry shut the door.

"What is it?" she asked. Harry handed her a scroll Professor Snape had given him. She read it over and placed it on her desk.

"I never thought you would be the first two people to come into my office over such a matter." she said.

"What do you make of this?" she asked. Emilia looked at Harry and said,

"We were doing nothing wrong Professor. We were just talking." "And you couldn't talk in the Great Hall like everyone else?" she said.

"We wanted some privacy." Harry said. "What were you talking about that needed such privacy?" she asked. Emilia looked at Harry and then looked at her feet. She didn't know if Harry wanted others to know.

"I can't deal with this, I don't have the authority. I am sending you to the Head Master and he can deal with this." she sighed. Two seconds they were in Professor McGonagall's office. The next moment they found themselves in front of the Headmaster's large office doors. Professor McGonagall knocked on the door and then disappeared with a 'pop'. From within Emilia heard Dumbledore's voice.

"Come in you two." Emilia opened the door which was quite light for it's size and stepped in. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at his desk looking out the window.

"Sit." he said, looking at them. Harry and Emilia sat down on two chairs in front of him and waited for him to speak.

" Both Professor Snape and McGonagall have told me what happened. But I would like to hear from you." Dumbledore told them. Emilia explained the same thing she told Professor McGonagall.

"What were the two of you talking about?" he asked.

"Stuff." Harry said. Emilia eyed him, she didn't like lying. Professor Dumbledore then said,

"Harry you may leave, Emilia stay for a moment." With that said, Harry stood up and left, leaving Emilia sitting alone. Professor Dumbledore stood up and came to the other side of the desk. He sat down opposite her and looked her in the eyes.

"Emilia, I know there is more then what Harry said, please tell me." Dumbledore said. Emilia looked at him and saw that he knew.

"Harry and I were talking." Emilia said.

"You already told me that." Dumbledore said.

"Oh." Emilia said, playing with her hands.

"What were you talking about?" he asked. Emilia couldn't hold it in any longer. She told Dumbledore about Professor Quirrel, everything they had talked about. When she finished she collapsed in her chair. Dumbledore looked at her and shook his head. He took into account all that she had said. He had business to take care of so he left her there and called Hagrid to come get her.

When Emilia woke up, she found herself lying in her bed. Jessica sat next to her doing homework. Emilia sat up and looked around.

"It's Friday night." Jessica said, before Emilia could ask. Emilia climbed out of bed.

"I've been out for that long." Emilia asked.

"Surprisingly, yes." Hermione said, coming through the door. Emilia grabbed her bag and dragged Hermione to the common room.

By the next morning Emilia had finished everything.

"You're crazy." Hermione said at breakfast that morning. Harry had been sticking by her side ever since the day. Emilia took it as a good thing. She was the oldest, only by a few seconds, but still she was the oldest. She could see that he was still trying to get over that their parents had died, and that for 13 years he had a living family member. Emilia enjoyed playing mother to him and took pride in it at the same time. That night, Emilia decided to write a letter home. She wrote to her "mother" that she was having a wonderful time and that she missed them all greatly. She told her "mother" about her friends including Harry.

The rest of the year leading up to Christmas went by quickly and by then she had decided to stay. Hermione was also staying because her parents were going on a cruise. In the Great Hall, Emilia and Hermione sat drawing while Ron and Harry played wizard's chess. She didn't really like the game, for her it was to violent. When Christmas Eve came, Emilia helped Professor Flitwick decorate the Christmas Tree and also hung decorations in the Common Room.

That night, Emilia cuddled under the covers. She dreamed about her parents and Harry celebrating Christmas together.