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9/30/2019

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Chapter 5

Hagrid had set Emma at the back of the boats to help him keep an eye out of students from there, even though the Giant Squid would put the kid(s) back in their boat if they feel in, but he was happier being safer than sorry, hoping none of them feel in the lake, and thankfully no one did.

This time.

Upon their arrival, Hagrid and fox walked the students up the steps and in front of the Great Halls closed doors, they looked heavy to the students and some had begun wondering if Hagrid would even be strong enough to open them, "Now, I'm gonna go an' find Profess'r McGonagall, she'll tell ya all what to do next. Wish ya all the bes' of luck." He said with an excited wave as he disappeared down the hall.

To everyone's amazement, the snow, and very lightly speckled cinnamon, colored fox had stayed behind to wait with them. Turning herself around to face the students and sat down, as some would say "sitting pretty," with her long tail wrapped around her legs and watched them all closely.

A few girls had gushed over her 'cuteness' and Harry had just silently laughed.

"What's funny Harry?" Ron asked him curiously. Emma had never transformed in front of the kids so Ron would never had known it was her sitting before them.

Harry pointed towards the Fox and both boys watched as she took in a deep, annoyed, breath and tried not to huff it out as her left eye continued to twitch, "What's wrong with her?" Ron asked, curious as to why the fox looked rather ticked and utterly annoyed.

But there was no chance of him getting an answer when a snobby young boys' voice piped up as he and two others pushed through the crowd of kids. "So, it's true, then. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy-"

Ron laughed instantly at hearing the blonds name.

Ron's snickering had drawn Emma's attention, and from the scene she was watching, Emma knew exactly where this would lead, but the boys needed to do this themselves. It would do neither of the three any favors in the future if she stepped in as either of their Aunts. As that realization came to her Emma grunted, 'this is going to be a very long seven years... and more.' In truth, Draco was indeed a sweet and caring boy, but being with his father, who had been scared of defying the Dark Lord ages ago, had allowed himself to be bullied into that darkness and with it, his family fell with him.

Lucius had always covered up his fear with arrogance and extreme attitude, so Draco had taken after his father by watching and listening to him. Unfortunately, Emma had never known that until she found the poor man crying in his study just six months prior.

The real reason why Emma was so glad Harry was coming to Hogwarts, not only because she was able to finally see him and stone set determined to get custody of her nephew, but because the Dark Lord was returning. Very soon.

In the time Emma had been in her deep thought, she had missed almost the entire thing, though she got to witness Harry refusing Draco's offer in friendship, and she had to say that the way Draco had not only approached the two boys, but had handled it had resulted in his rejection, and Draco hated being rejected, though she'd have thought he was used to it by now, she always refused him things when he'd demand something. Like sweets, 'lord that boy is a funny and crazy handful when he was high on sugar.'

A throat cleared, everyone's eyes turned and found a stunning, tall, black haired witch standing next to the Fox, "Do control your arrogance, Mr. Malfoy, please." She said, Minerva knew who this boy was already, it was hard to miss a Malfoy in a crowed. Looking down to the snow fox who had cutely began snickering at what Minerva had said the young Malfoy, and grinned at her as she watched Fox place a tiny paw over her nose, looking up to the ceiling like she'd never done a thing, making nearly everyone laugh and awe at her, "Thank you Fox, you may go now. There's a seat for you. We will be in shortly."

And with a final yip! Emma, or currently Fox, walked away, "She is so adorable," A girl awed as she smiled after her, "As much as I'd love to agree with you, Fox has a bit of a deep-seated dislike for being refused to as "cute" and "adorable". So, for future advice, to all of you really, do try avoiding those two words when speaking to her. She may not look like much, but she has a side no one wishes to see." Minerva said as kindly as she could without trying to frighten the young first year, all well if she did. McGonagall would rather frighten the girl from using the words in front or to Emma then pay the price of it. With that job done, McGonagall went on with explaining the rules the first years then proceed to walk them through the front doors and into the Great Hall, "Now, form a line!" She called them, nodding as they did as she asked, and the sorting began.

Harry was looking around the Hall for the rest of the Weasley family, and found every last one, as Ron had bragged about with pride on the train ride there, in Gryffindor with everyone clapping as new students were sorted into their house and the rest of the houses doing the same for their new additions.

"Look! That there's my Aunt I was telling you about." Ron said, a happy and prideful smile on his face while he pointed towards the dark red haired, emerald eyed woman who was clapping at the professors table with the rest of the Professors and Hagrid. She was in a deep, royal blue dress, the buttons looked like knots. Harry concluded that meant that the 'dress' was an overcoat and the actual dress was covered by the long-sleeved coat.

Harry's mind went back to the train ride when Ron had mentioned his family to him, "She's not really our blood aunt, but we let mum tell us otherwise, we know mum lied to us about it we just don't know why. Could have been because she worried that we'd treat Emma differently. Kids can be mean you know. Anyways, even though we all know Aunt Emma really isn't blood related to us she's as much family to us as anything. She's amazing. Her full name is Emma Evans," That had caught Harry's attention, but he had no clue as to what his mum looked like, so Ron's Aunt's last name could really just be a badly placed coincidence.

In truth, Harry we envious of his new friend, wishing he'd known his parents and whoever 'Emma R. Evans' was. The name was on an urn that was sitting nicely on the mantelpiece above the fireplace right next to his mother's 'Lily J. Evans'. When he'd asked his Aunt Petunia why she hadn't had Potter as his mum's last name and why she didn't have his dad's, Petunia had told him she'd lost Lily before she was married and had him, that the woman that was his mother was not her sister, then proceeded to scolded him for bring her up and to never speak of that woman again then finally refused to speak of it afterwards, then refusing to talk about the Emma R. Evans that was sitting next to his mother's, leaving him even more confused and curious. Harry couldn't help but feel like he'd seen her before, those eyes were the same color as the snow Fox he'd just met as soon as he'd gotten off the train. He'd admit, she was stunning, but she looked familiar, and it bothered him that he couldn't place why. He'd even felt the same kind of familiarity towards her as he had the snow fox. He hadn't paid attention much, his focus was set on Ron's Aunt.

'Why does she look so familiar?' However, his attention was drawn back to reality as soon as Draco had been called, Harry watched in wide eyed shock as the Hat swiftly called out, "Slytherin," and that was the end of it, or was it the start of something? Draco grinned at the rest of the unsorted students and walked off towards the Slytherin table with pride, or what Harry and Ron thought was an invisible stick up his butt.

"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione was slightly panicking, trying to relax herself as she talked herself through it and sat herself on the stole with a tense body, "Gryffindor!"

"Weasley, Ronald!"

Emma grinned as she watched Ron gulp in panic, nodding her head gently at him when he'd looked at her, his fear temporarily subsided, until the Hat was sat on his head and teasing the poor kid, acting as if he would put Ron in a different house, until, "GRYFFINDOR!" Ron took a breath of relief and bounded away from the stole and towards his brothers, now all they had to do was wait for Harry.

"Potter, Harry!" He was timid and fearful, none of the houses the Hat had sang of fit Harry at all, at least that's what he thought. The Hat had gone on telling him he'd do well in Slytherin, but the instant thought of Voldemort, the Wizard Hagrid had told him about who'd murdered his parents had been in Slytherin himself had sent Harry in a bit of a panic and very quietly begged the Hat, "not, Slytherin, not Slytherin,"

"Not Slytherin, eh? You'd do great you know, no doubt- no? Alright Fine... Gryffindor!" Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, while a few other's shoulders slumped but clapped gingerly nonetheless. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was at Hogwarts, for that they should all be proud of, in their generation they had one of the youngest and most famous young wizards in their school.

Emma smiled wide, glad he was sorted into the same house as his parents had been, her smile turned into a giggle when Fred and George began shouting, "WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" this was going to be an interesting year. Emma had a feeling that it wasn't even the beginning.

"Mmm-mu-must b-be pro-proud, hm, Mmm-Miss Emma?" Her attention was grabbed by the stuttering Professor Quirrell, who's blushing cheeks made her smile a bit, "Yes, by far, Professor."

'Emma Evans, so we meet again...' A voice spoke with pure rage and contempt in Quirrell's mind, making the Professor's face slightly fall, 'Still so beautiful as you were the last time we fought, such a shame you're impure.'

"Emma," Mellena softly interjected as she walked over to the red head and began speaking to her in hushed tones while Snape turned his attention to Quirrell.

Harry had watched the interaction between Ron's Aunt and Quirrell then between the two women speaking while Quirrell's attention had been drawn to a black-haired man, his eyes trailed out across the students, but both found the others' eyes locked for a mere few seconds. Harry's eyes moved back to Quirrell who looked at him and smiled weakly, but what frightened him was the moment his scar began to burn a little.

Snape caught the painful wince, watching Harry mess with the scar on his forehead. A look of concern was what it was from Snape but his coldness towards others lately had made it look otherwise to Harry.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron had caught the painful reaction from Harry and was a bit worried something may be wrong. "Nothing, I'm alright... Say, Percy, who's that man talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, that? That's Professor Snape, potions Master, but everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he desires, he's been after Quirrell's job for years." Percy said smoothly, worried Snape would hear him, even though the entire room was speaking, Snape was a bit of a frightening man and it left many uncomfortable. But his worries were cleared as Dumbledore stood from his chair, walked to the stand and everyone new watched in awe as the golden owl stretched out its wings as Dumbledore began speaking laying down more rules and warnings to the new students and reminding older students of the dangers and restricted areas of the castle then closed his speech with a few playful words and the tables were all filled with food and sweets.

No one went to bed hungry that night. Though, Harry barely got any sleep for the next morning when classes began. His thoughts had continued to turn to a certain witch with dark red hair and deep emerald green eyes that seemed to continue haunting him every time he closed his own eyes. It wasn't out of fascination or fantasy, but because she truly did look familiar. Harry's stomach had begun to ache and his head to pound with a headache setting in.

"Harry, did you get any sleep at all last night?" Ron asked him at breakfast.

Harry simply shook his head, he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, but he had to wake up, classes where starting soon. As soon as he thought that breakfast was over, 'at least I'm awake enough I remembered to eat something,' and he and the other first years were off to find their classes.

McGonagall was in the halls with another witch. Her dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes were stunning. The Witch with McGonagall was dressed in a deep red dress and a black, long sleeved, overcoat. The sleeves flared like a butterflies wings when she'd raise a hand, "Mr. Longbottom, that is the girls' lavatory, Potions is that way dear," she smiled kindly to Neville, 'She must be a mother, she has the gentle eyes I've always heard mothers having.' Harry thought.

He noticed that the black overcoat flowed down with the dress and clasped just three times at her waist, he couldn't see her shoes, but he guested they were either red flats or black boots, he thought that simply because he was under the impression she loved to match things, and he'd be right. Mellena loved to match. To Harry's embarrassment she had caught him and Ron staring at her but simply smiled, "Hello Ron, Mr. Potter, is everything alright?" She asked them, Harry, however, had no idea what to say besides "I'm sorry I was staring?"

But it was Ron that saved them, "Hi Aunt Mell, how are the twins?"

"They're wonderful, your mother was an amazing savior for taking them for a few days for the house to get settled for the family here. I'll always say this, I dread to see where Emma or I would have been had we never met your mum, Ron. She's a saving grace Angel."

Ron blushed at hearing praises for his mum at school, "That's mum, well, uh, Harry and I have to get to class, come one Harry... Oh uh, Aunt Mell?" He asked and waited for her as she directed a few other students and turned her attention back to them, "Transfiguration class?"

"Oh, uh, down that corroded there, turn left, three flights up the stairs and it's the fifth door on the right. Classroom doors are open."

"Thanks Aunt Mell. Come on Harry." Ron smiled gladly to her. Grabbing Harry, Ron rushed off towards the classrooms upstairs.

"How many Aunts do you have Ron?" Harry asked in curiosity.

The red haired Weasley just shrugged, "Mum kind of adopted her into the family ages ago before I was born, I think my other brothers meet her before mum said she was family. That was around the same time Aunt Emma got hurt, she was in a coma for three years, poor women lost a lot according to my brother Bill. He still won't fess up as to how he knows everything as to why mum lied to us… I know she lost her sister though. Aunt Mell is Auntie Emma's best friend, so Mum said it was a no brainer to add Mellena into the family. She's married and has two kids, twins actually. Horus and Athella, cute kids, very hyper, but we don't know who Mell is married to, never met the man, I think. She always says we know him, but said that for now it's a secret she has too hide because of what happened nine or ten years ago. It's sad really, I'd like to meet my uncle, he sounds amazing every time the two talk about him, talented Wizard apparently, and a wicked dueler." Ron grinned with excitement. Little did Ron know, he was talking about Severus Snape, who happened to be walking behind them.

"Morning boys, you just walked past your class, it's back that way. Move along." He had meant for it to be a bit kinder, however, it had come out slightly sharper and had scared the two nearly senseless, "Uh, thank you Professor. Have a nice day, Professor." Ron stammered and pulled Harry back towards the class they'd unwittingly passed by accident.

"He's so intimating, I don't know how any of the Professors deal with that man, he's scary." Ron said in slight fear as they walked into their first class of the day.

The day moved on like any other, it had gone smoother than he or Ron had actually thought, though they were slightly getting annoyed with that Granger girl constantly yapping in front of them and raising her hand to answer every question.

"Thank you, Miss Granger, I have no doubt you know the answer, but let's try to let someone else answer the question this time. If no one gets it right in three turns I will no doubt come back to you. But thank you for your enthusiasm." Mellena was helping McGonagall, she had seen how slightly annoyed Minerva was getting at only having Hermione answering the questions, so she took the situation into her own hands. Hermione reminded her of her own daughter, full of enthusiasm and energy, Athella loved to read, she'd read just about anything.

The day continued just like that, every time the boys would walk into a new classroom, they'd find the Granger girl sitting next to them, in front of them, or behind them. It was like the girl was stalking them. Even though they knew better, they couldn't help but poke a bit of fun at her, thankfully without her notice, or if she did, then she let it be and ignored their rudeness.

Potions had been a sinking ship for Harry, Snape was not the friendliest at all, even snapped at Hermione. "Put your hand down you, silly girl!" Then proceeded to inform Harry the answers while glaring at him, "Well... Why aren't you all writing this down." It was not a question, least of all a suggestion. Everyone had rushed to write down what he'd informed Harry not moments ago.

But it was the snow-white, cinnamon colored fox that was sitting on Snape's desk glaring at him, "Don't give me that look, Fox." Snape snapped at the Fox, everyone had to hold back their snickers as she continued to glare heatedly at the Potions Master.

Yes, as you can clearly see, I have no life XD since I'm getting these chapters up a bit faster than I thought or should probably since I have an exam to study for but I'm multitasking and it's actually going quite well, Wish me luck!

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