Emma woke up and nearly forgetting that she had the dormitory to herself. The curtains were closed, so with the wave of her hand, it fluttered wide open with the sun shining brightly through.
Afterward, she got ready for the first day, and since she doesn't have an official house, she just got the robes with the Hogwarts crest. Emma debated whether or not to bring her 'Hogwarts' crown, but she did bring her ring. Emma finally decided to leave it on top of her neatly cleaned bed.
As she walked over to her small library and picked out the books that she would enjoy and took them with her.
Emma walked to the Great Hall, and she realized can sit in any of the tables since she's from all the houses. She looked around and not many students were there. Emma shrugged and went to sit in the Gryffindor table; since it was the nearest to her. She sat down and begin reading a muggle book called Alice In Wonderland.
The breakfast appeared in front of her, and she was eating while reading. Emma enjoyed reading stories filled with adventure and excitement throughout the whole novel. She loved the character The Mad Hatter since it's her favorite, and with his whimsical, wacky, insane yet charming personality. It remembered her that even the sanest people need to have a bit insanity into them. Emma was so caught up with the story that she didn't focus anything that was around her. Therefore, Hermione walked to her and sat next to Emma.
"Good Morning, Em. I noticed you have your crown with you?" Hermione chimed. Emma looked up from her book; and turned to look at her, a bit confused. Since, Emma crinkled her nose, making her face a bit disoriented.
"Good morning, Mione. Wait, what do you-." As Emma cut herself off after comprehending what Hermione told her. Almost like an instinct, she reached over to the top of her head and a small gasp escaped her lips. But, I thought I left it in my room. I'm positive, I left it there. she thought.
"Well, uh... it appears that I have to crown with me, then. Anyway, how's the Gryffindor dormitory?" Emma asked trying to forget about the situation beforehand. Emma settling down the book on to the table and turned to face Hermione.
"Very well, I got some roommates on my room. By the way, where are you staying if you're in all the houses?" She asked her curiously. Should I tell her about my own dormitory? Well, I mean she's my friend. Wait, friend? Yeah, I consider her as a friend.
"Well, you see, I actually had my own room." Emma pointed out. Emma glanced towards her, and she looked uttered confused, and Emma just told her.
"What do you mean you have your own?"
"Well, Professor Dumbledore explained that apparently that they expected someone that claimed to be in all the houses, will have their own dormitory, and something else, he didn't explain." Emma lied, but it was just a small one, a smidge. Hermione just looked at her unsure but decided against asking her. They soon after continue to have another conversation. That was until Emma saw Justin; walked to the Slytherin table.
"Mione, is it fine if I got talk to my brother for a bit?" Emma asked as she looked at her. She nodded and Emma walked over to the Slytherin table. Mostly 5th and 6th years were there. Her brother was in 3rd year with the Weasley twins. Emma sat next to him, and he looked at her a small smile. Afterward, he was extremely worried about her the night before.
"Hey Em. I noticed you have the crown?" He asked. Emma mentally and physically wanted to roll her eyes from annoyance but stopped herself from doing so.
"Yes, I know, but the weird thing is I left it in my room this morning. I bloody hell swear I left it," she told him seriously. He looked at her curiously. He knows when Emma is telling the truth, and today was no different. So he leaned over as he put his arm around her shoulder for comfort. In which was helping Emma to relax a bit from the night prior.
"You know, some people are calling you the Hogwarts Princess. And if you're a princess, then I'm the King." He joked. Emma scoffed but laughed a little; as well as Justin made a gentle laugh.
"As if, Just. But, we're not even royalty material. Besides, we are so much more than royal." Emma joked back, yet again making Justin laugh. He was proud that Emma wasn't fazed about the situation, she was handling it quite well so far.
"But, our great-great-grandfather was Salazar Slytherin. He was the founders, so maybe we are somewhat royal." He explained to her.
After all, it was, in fact, true that Salazar was their relative. The siblings weren't ashamed of their ancestors but rather honored that they know that their actions don't mean any less to them. Just because one person in the family was malicious, does not mean they are too.
She never thought about that, after all, he was a very important figure back in the 10th century. Emma gave a large grin, in which she leaned in by his side. He returned the action by giving her a hug, placing his head on top of hers.
"Anyway, what did Dumbledore wanted to talk to you?" He mumbled onto her now uneven blonde hair.
"Well, apparently the founders of Hogwarts made a "gift" to anyone that was related to all the founders and have all the qualities as well. Now that I think about, it may mean we are in fact related to all the founders then." Emma explained looking up at him. Justin took a moment to understand, then nodded his head, signaling her to go on.
"Anyway, well this special 'person'", Emma continued, and used her hands signaling her fingers for the quotation marks around "person." Emma paused before continuing.
"The chosen one will be announced in all houses, and become the most powerful wizard to ever lived. In which, I'm that person, and I will become the Hogwarts Princess. Well, now I'm already one. Well, I guess you were right about that, Just. Where we are somewhat royals, except that you're not King brother, but rather Prince." Emma laughed at the end and he did as well.
Emma then continued once more, "Also, that there are these powers that no one has, and will also be the fate between good and evil. But, not only that I will also be Queen of one of them." Emma told him seriously. She then sighed disheartening and thought to herself, over the last 24 hours it's been bloody hell.
"I think you should tell Mom and Dad about this. They have the right to know." Justin said.
"You're right, I will. But after classes are done. Anyway, we should go to class, maybe I'll see you later." She told him. He nodded and gave her a side hug before they went their separate ways.
Emma walked back to Hermione and asked, "Hermione, I think we should go walk to class right?"
"You're right, let's get going then," Hermione answered as the two girls strolled through the corridors.
Emma and Hermione walked together to their first class, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, and apparently with Slytherins as well. They sat to the side of the room, both sitting together. Emma turned to her right, and saw the only git with blonde hair, staring at her. Emma felt under pressure but shook the feeling off. Instead, she rolled her eyes and turned forward where there stood Professor McGonagall.
In a split second, McGonagall transfigures into a black-striped cat. Emma was amazed at the fact that she was also Animagus, like her. McGonagall instructed the class to wrote down some instructions on the board. Therefore, the students did and the girls noticed the boys weren't here.
"Do you think the boys know where the class is?" Emma wondered, probably a bit worried about Harry and Ron. Hermione looked at her, and she shook her head. Emma nodded in understanding and went back to writing. Just then there was a loud creaking from the door, and Hermione turned around. She nudged Emma's arm, and Emma looked at her rolling her eyes. Then, Emma turned and saw Ron and Harry running in. Emma smirked at them, not knowing where the professor is.
"Amazing. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face, if you were late." Ron said to Harry.
"If only you knew, Ron." Emma simply said, loud enough for him to hear. Then the black-grey cat leaped to the floor, however changing back to Professor McGonagall. The boys stared at her in disbelief with their jaws wide.
"That was bloody brilliant," Ron said amazed. Harry nodded his head as well.
"Thank you, for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I would transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself to a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time." She exclaimed at the boys.
"We got lost," Harry explained sheepishly.
"Perhaps a map? I trust don't need one to find your seats." As she walked away.
Emma sniggered softly, causing Ron glared at her. But, Emma being stubborn glared back at him, making him cowered a little bit with fear. Emma smirked and continued to write the assignment. Emma always liked Transfiguration, she has a feeling that it would be like her other classes especially Potions.
Eventually, the class was over, so the two boys and girls walked over to Potions with Professor Snape. Emma doesn't understand why, but he intrigued her for some reason. It may be that he had an aura of a calm, yet powerful force in him. Then, again it may be his way of nature. Emma sat down next to Hermione and Harry who was next to Ron. Emma was talking with them until she heard an abruptly a loud slam on the door revealing Professor Snape.
Snape took a toll of parchment and started to call the students present in the classroom. Snape seemed to almost finish when he softly said, "Ah, Yes, Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Emma turned to her left and glared at the boys, before looking forward again. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incarnations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few... who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensure senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame... brew glory and even put a stopper in death." Snape announced as he was looking at Draco for a moment. Emma saw Draco smirked at her, and she looked forward to see Snape staring at her. Then, Snape lastly looked at Harry.
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a nitwit. Emma was just simply looking bored and Draco was looking at her with a curious expression.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, Emma's ears perked up with curiosity, trying to see what would Harry do.
"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Hermione's hand skyrocketed trying to answer the question.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry.
Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything."
Snape seemed to ignore Hermione's hand.
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?
Hermione again stretched her hand as high into the air trying to gain Snape's attention.
Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. Harry tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter. Then glanced at Emma, who was giving him a small smile, and he did too in return.
"I don't know, sir."
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"
Harry seemed too forced himself to keep looking straight into Snape's cold eyes. Emma seemed to know what he was doing. He was standing up for himself, which Emma grinned for Harry having courage up against Snape. What she didn't know was that Draco had an angered expression on his face glaring at both Harry and Emma.
Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
Once again Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.
"I don't know," said Harry quietly, before remarking, "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
A few people laughed; Harry turned around and then caught Emma's eye, and she winked him. Harry blushes and quickly turned away, however, Snape was not pleased with his remark.
"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. Who yelped quickly and seemed to shrink herself a bit, fear from Professor Snape. Emma scoffed at Snape, knowing he was trying to intimidate the students.
Then out of nowhere, Emma laughed when she remembered about Justin. When it was his first day, he was a bit humiliated by Snape, since he too couldn't answer the questions. However, later on, he became one of his favorite students.
Snape noticed Emma laughing to herself, so he glared at her.
"Miss Moore, what's so funny about this?" He barked at her. Emma finally had enough will-power to stop laughing, but still stifled a small laugh.
"Nothing Professor. I remember my brother telling me about you asking him the same questions as well." Emma chimed.
"Well, let's see can you answer on what I just asked Mr. Potter?" Snape quickly proposed.
"Easy Professor. Asphodel and Wormwood make sleeping so powerful it is known as the Draught Of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which goes by the name Aconite. Is that right, Snape or Professor Snape?" Emma said cheekily while smirking.
Emma could see a hint of a surprise look before he quickly masked it with his normally stoic face. Or maybe she had imagined it?
"Very good, Ms. Moore. Thankfully at least one of the Moore's is not a git." Snape muttered the last part to himself. Before looking at the class, who were not writing anything.
"Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Snape exclaimed. Soon, quickly everyone wrote down what Emma just said onto their notebooks.
"How did you know?" Harry asked. After all, he was indeed curious about her.
"Just read." she simply stated. I mean it's not that hard, right? Emma thought.
"A point will be taken from Gryffindor for your classmate cheek, Potter. But, all houses get a point from Moore." Some students were cheering but soon quiet down quickly.
However, things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. Emma, unfortunately, has been paired with Draco. She saw him smirk when they were paired together.
Right now, Emma was currently crushing the snake fangs, but Draco looked at the book before looking at her.
"I believe we should cut it into pieces, then we squeeze it."
"No, it will be better if crushing the fangs to get better results."
Draco looked annoyed with having to argue with Emma.
"Well, how would you know it would be better?"
"Just trust me, it will be. Mark my words." Emma stares at Draco, and he quickly blinked away from her. Emma continued and then poured the now crushed fangs to the cauldron. Draco took over and started to stir the potion creating an acid green smoke.
Snape walked over to the pair staring at the perfect potion created. He cleared his throat, making the pair look at him. Snape looked around and announced to everyone, "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Moore here, has created the perfect potion. You should follow their example. 5 points each."
Emma didn't pay attention to the points but noticed that Snape was criticizing the other students. Yet, they were the only ones that got praised. Draco, on the other hand, was proud that he was getting the good side of Professor Snape and earning points for Slytherin. However, Draco was so proud, that he didn't have the courage to thank Emma. After all, she was the one that helped the most.
Yet, when he was going to, he heard a sizzling side from the room. Emma heard it as well, and it was coming from Neville's cauldron. It somehow melts Seamus's cauldron into a blob, and their potion was spreading across the floor. As it was burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion collapsed, and moaned in pain as red boils spread all over his body.
"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, as he cleared the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand.
"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"
Neville whimpered from more boils forming on his face.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Seamus. Emma thought he was done, but saw Snape rounded on Harry and Ron, who had been next to Neville.
"You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."
She saw Harry opening his mouth but Ron kicked him behind their cauldron.
"Don't push it," he muttered, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."
After an hour later, they climbed the steps out of the dungeon. Emma saw Harry's spirits were low. All because he'd lost two points for Gryffindor in his very first week.
"Cheer up," said Ron and Emma, "Snape's always taking points off Fred and George," Ron added.
They entered the Great Hall and most of the students were studying or doing homework. They sat down while Emma was writing her letter to her parents.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Guess what? I got into Slytherin, but not only that but all four houses. How is that even possible? I hope you're not disappointed about what's happening. Do you know anything about this? If not that fine, but if you do, can you tell me or at least promise you will tell me in the future? But, so far I love Hogwarts, and it wasn't a mistake to come here. I would like to know what's going on at home? Must be lonely, now that I'm not there. Anyway, take care I love you so much.
Love,
Emma Moore
She walked to the Owl Post Service, and handed her letter to a professor, and walked back to the Great Hall. She heard Seamus trying to do a spell to his cup of water.
"Eye of rabbit, harp string him turn this water into rum."
Most of them were watching Seamus doing a spell, in which wasn't working at all.
"What's Seamus trying to do with the water? Harry asked curiously.
"Trying to turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday before—" Ron said before he was being cut by a small explosion. Everyone turned to him, and everyone saw his face covered in ash. Everyone in Gryffindor started to howler with laughter including Emma. That's until she heard an owl hooting from the distance.
"Mail's here." Emma and Ron called out. Owls started to come over and drop mails for everyone in the Great Hall. Ron got mail from home, and she knows she'll be receiving hers soon.
"Can I borrow this?" Harry asked Ron about the Daily Prophet. Ron nodded to Harry before he got the Daily Prophet. "Thanks."
"Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall." Emma overheard Dean say.
She turned around and saw Neville holding it, and it started to change to a crimson color smoke inside.
"I've read about those. The smoke turns red when you've forgotten something." Hermione explained. Emma nodded her head about what Hermione just stated. Neville was having trouble remembering since he was looking at the Remembrall with such concentration.
"The problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten," Neville said confused and he was shrugging his shoulders.
"Don't worry Neville, you will eventually," Emma said with a smile, and he smiled back with a hint of a small blush.
"Hey, Ron. Someday broke into Gringotts. Look, they believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches, the Gringotts goblins acknowledge the breach but insisted nothing was taken. Listen, the vault in question, number 713, have been emptied earlier that same day." Harry read out in the Daily Prophet, then stopped for a moment. Until after he looked at the three of them. "That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to."
"Now, that you mentioned it, I was there to that day." Suddenly, her head began to string like if thousands of small needles were going to her brain. She winced a bit, making her hair black from the intense pain.
"Are you alright Emma?" Harry asked. He was worried about her, seeing her like this. Emma then got a small vision of the day she went to Diagon Alley, but the image stopped at Professor Quirrell when she walked out of Ollivander's Wand Shop. Why is the vision showing me this? I think I have to be extra careful, she wondered.
"Yeah, just my head hurts from all the things that happened over the last 24 hours." She lied convincingly. Yet, they nodded at her unsure but continued on the with conversation.
She didn't focus on what any of them said but rather was focusing on what her parents might've reacted to the news she sends them. Eventually, it was time to go to the next class. As they walked outside the castle.