Emma stirs as she turned to see a bright light casting over her. Emma internally groaned but knew she had to wake up. Emma took her time getting ready, probably thinking about the reoccurring events from last night. Emma finally fought her way to the door, because she was still thinking about her bed. How nice and cozy it is, all she can think about was to just lay down then sleep. But, she knew that won't happen, even if she really wanted too.

What seemed like an eternally, she walked over to the Great Hall for breakfast, acting like nothing happened last night. Except, it did and she knew it very well. She looked around until she spotted her brother on the Slytherin table. She then observed that many students weren't up yet, and including her friends. So when she got to her brother, she naturally decided to sit down next to him. Justin noticed and gave her a gentle smile.

"Hey Em. I see you still have the crown."

"I believe so, Just." Emma sighed before continuing, "Anyway, I'm nervous for the Quidditch match today." she stated nervously. She knew that it was most likely from the pressure of becoming the first chaser in a century. And not only that but being a chaser in all houses, which is a big deal for her.

"Don't worry about it you'll do great. I know it, but I did get you a present. Well actually from all of us." Justin said, looking at her with admiration. He always knew that his sister was very special to him. Just like he is to her, that's what makes their sibling bond stronger.

She merely looked at him, when he blows on his fingers, making a loud booming whistle. She looked up, to see six owls drop a large parcel in front of her, and one placed a letter in her hands. She thanked the owls by nodding her head and they flew away. Emma opened the envelope, and inside the letter is started;

Dear Emma,

Since I heard about you playing Quidditch. I thought I might get you something to start your first game. It's a gift from all of us, and I hope you enjoy the gift and good luck on your first game. I can't believe my daughter as the youngest chaser in a century. I want you to know, that we love you and hope you win the first game.

Sincerely,

William Moore

Emma was smiling so wide, she knew that her hair turned Violet from the surprise of her family gift to her. Lowering the letter, she took a good look at the parcel, it seemed to be a long box.

She started to open the parcel and then stared at the newly bought broomstick. But, it was not just any ordinary broomstick.

Emma gasped and beamed excitedly, "Is it what I think it is?"

"Do you mean a Nimbus Two Thousand? Then yes." Justin said grinning, knowing well what will happen next.

Emma turned to Justin and tried to hug the life out of him, key-word tried to. Once, she let go, she snapped her fingers, that made the broom shrinks and was transported to her room.

The siblings talked for what seemed like hours, but rather thirty minutes. She then started to look around and found many students entering and eating in their house table. In the corner of her eye, she spotted Harry and Ron arrived and sat at the Gryffindor table. Without thinking, Emma was already up and heading towards the boys.

"Justin, I will talk to you later alright. Thank you!" Emma yelled as she walked away not waiting for a response. Justin merely smiled while shaking his head softly. Soon he was chatting with the Weasley twins as always.

Emma arrived at the table, and sat down across from the boys and greeted them, "Good morning boys." They greeted her back, but she leaned closer and said, "That was.. some adventure last night. Right?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, grinning with the same idea of the events from last night. Harry looked at her and saw some glint in Emma's eyes filled with a thirst of adventure, excitement, and mischief as well.

In which he found quite accomplished with himself since he proved himself to Emma.

"Yeah, it was some adventure last night." Ron confirmes his idea of how thrilling it was.

"Well, I know for a fact that Neville nor Hermione are going to talk to us," Emma observes as she knew that Hermione would most likely ignore them.

Soon, the trio heard owls hooting and flapping wings as the owls entered the Great Hall.

Everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls.

Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in

this large parcel, and the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him. Another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.

Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky because it said:

DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven o'clock with Emma for your first training session.

Professor McGonagall

Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron to read.

"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never even touched one."

Emma snatched the letter from Ron and was also smiling with glee when she finished reading the letter.

They all looked at each other and were smiling brightly.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Harry asked them.

"Bloody hell, sure hope so," Ron responded first. Emma quickly added, "I think I do, Harry."

They nodded their heads and suddenly left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private. However, the trip was cut short when they were halfway across the entrance hall. They stomped their way upstairs and saw Crabbe and Goyle. Sudden, right behind them, Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it while examining it.

"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and hatred on his face. Harry stumbles to grab his gift until the last second he caught it.

"You'll be in for it this time,

Potter, first years aren't allowed them. So goes for Emma."

Emma scowled and Ron couldn't resist it anymore, snapping at Malfoy.

"It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. Emma smiled at Ron for standing up to Harry.

"Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus." Ron continues to defend Harry.

"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig."

Before Ron could answer, Emma was going to lunge forward to Draco ready to show him what she can really do. However, the boys were holding her firmly on her shoulders. Then, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow. "Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked. Before adding, "And young lady?

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry.

"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at Malfoy's face.

"And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it," he added. Emma was struggling to hold her laughter, so they quickly headed upstairs. Smothering their laughter at Malfoy's obvious rage and confusion.

"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall, Emma and I wouldn't be on the team..."

Emma nodded her head, thinking that it was Draco, who helped get her on the team.

"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angry voice from just behind them.

Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand, then at Emma.

"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry.

"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."

Hermione marched away with her nose in the air. Emma looked back to Hermione and turned to the boys.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later in class!" Emma waves as she walked to Hermione.

"Hey, Hermione, how do you feel?" Emma started the conversation.

"Bloody horrible if you ask me. I don't think you both should be rewarded for breaking the rules." Hermione started as she sighed.

"Well, I don't think of it as breaking, more like bending the rules if you ask me," Emma explained as she paused, then continued.

"Just you have to understand that we did it for an honorable intention, not the opposite. If not then Neville would have not gotten his remembrall back."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean that you still had to break the rules." Hermione tried to prove her point.

"If you are worried about us, don't worry. I knew a thing or two about the dangers of the game or maybe from you too." Emma winked at her. Hermione looked at her, "Just kidding." Emma said laughing at her. She leaned to Hermione and said softly, "I didn't tell you this okay, but the boys are probably a bit frightened by you."

"How would you know?" Hermione said perplexed.

"I see all and know all, Hermione." Emma giggled, knowing well that Hermione doesn't know what she truly means.

"Now, come on let's go to class, I bet that I can do a better charms spell then you," Emma said cheekily. Hermione looked to Emma, and stated, "Alright, will see who's the better witch." As they shook their hands.

Emma nodded before saying, "Race you there!" As she took off running to class.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Hermione said as she started to up to her to catch up. Both girls laughing when they got to class.

Finally, classes were starting and both the new quidditch players were having mixed emotions.

Throughout the day, Emma was having trouble focusing on her classes. Yet, she did do better than Hermione in Charms. Well for one, Emma is more advanced with magic, always having her powers since the beginning, and had help from her brother as well. But, soon her mind began to think about having practice tonight with Harry. Harry was also having a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day.

Finally, when dinner was at the Great Hall, Emma bolted to sit with her brother, not waiting another moment to eat. She sat in silence many thoughts going on her head.

Harry, on the other hand, bolted to his dinner quickly and then rushed upstairs with Ron to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last.

"Wow," Ron sighed, as the broomstick rolled onto Harry's bedspread.

Harry, who knew nothing about the different brooms, though it looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long tail of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top.

Soon, seven o'clock drew nearer, Harry left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. Emma went out as well, as she saw the fields, she saw Harry walking ahead. Emma yelled, "Harry!"

Harry quickly turned around and spotted Emma running towards him. He waited until she was right next to him.

"You want to go together?" Emma asked, and Harry nodded as they went to meet Oliver Wood. Suddenly, Emma forgot to bring her new broomstick.

"Oh, wait!" Emma exclaimed at Harry, who became confused. Emma quickly snapped her fingers and waiting a few seconds. Suddenly, a broom appeared flying towards her, as she held her hand up high. The broom landed on her hand, in which she brought it down in a swift move.

"Wow! That's so cool!" Harry proclaimed, and Emma just giggled.

Finally, they arrived but no sign of Oliver yet. So Harry formed an idea and turned to Emma.

"Hey, do you want to race while we wait for Wood?" Harry asked her. Emma smirked as she lifted her broom and quickly hopped on.

"You're on!" Emma yelled as she zoomed away quickly. Harry didn't have time to move as quickly, yet he reached towards Emma.

"Ok, so we go to the goal posts then to the field. Alright?" Harry explained getting ready to go.

"Alright. On the count of 3." Emma said as she got ready to go.

"1"

"2"

"3!" Both yelled unison. As they zoomed through the air.

Harry was in the lead for a bit, swooping in and out of the goal posts and then sped up and down the field. Emma was just behind him, giving him a bit of victory. Emma was laughing with delight and Harry laughed with her. But, before they were done someone called, "Hey, Potter, Moore, come down!'

Oliver Wood had arrived and was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry and Emma landed next to him.

Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground, as well as Emma.

"Very nice both of you," said Wood, his eyes glinting with delight. "I see what McGonagall meant... you guys really are a natural. I'm just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you'll be joining team practice three times a week."

He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.

"Right," stated Wood. "Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it's not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side.

Three of them are called Chasers. And that's you, Emma."

Emma nodded and Harry repeated "Three Chasers."

Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball.

"This ball's called the Quaffle," said Wood.

"Wood, can I have it for a second?" Emma asked. He nodded and handed her the Quaffle. She started to give it a few kicks and tricks her brother showed her with the ball that was similar to soccer.

"Wow, it's just like soccer, but better," Emma exclaimed giving it back to Wood, who was confused but shrugged it off.

"Right now Emma, as a Chaser, you throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?"

"The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score," Harry recited. Emma already knew the rules, but it was fun to watch Harry learn Quidditch.

"So that's sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn't it?"

Emma laughed and said, "I know what you mean."

"What's basketball?" said Wood curiously.

"Never mind," said Harry quickly.

"Now, there's another player on each side who's called the Keeper - I'm Keeper for Gryffindor. I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring."

"Three Chasers, one Keeper," said Harry, who was determined to remember it all.

"And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?" He pointed at the three balls left inside the box.

"I'll show you now," said Wood. "Take this."

He handed Harry a small club, similar to a baseball bat.

"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said. "These two are the Bludgers."

He showed them two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.

"Stand back," Wood warned them. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers.

At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harry's face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his nose and sent it zigzagging away into the air. It zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground.

"See?" Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely.

"The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That's why you have two Beaters on each team - the Weasley twins are ours - it's their job to protect their

side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So - think you've got all that?"

"Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goal posts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team," Harry tried to remember.

"Very good," said Wood.

"Uh, have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?" Harry asked, hoping it wasn't true.

"Never at Hogwarts. We've had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That's you. And you don't have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers unless they crack my head open."

"Don't worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers. I mean, they're like a pair of human Bludgers themselves." Emma laughed at that statement.

Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.

"This," said Wood, "is the Golden Snitch, and it's the most important ball of the lot."

"Why is it?" Harry asked curiously.

"Because it's very hard to catch because it's so fast and difficult to see. It's the Seeker's job to catch it. You've to get it before the other team's Seeker because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. That's why Seekers get fouled so much. Well, that's it - any questions?"

Harry shook his head. He understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem. Emma, on the contrary, was ecstatic to start practice.

"We won't practice with the Snitch yet," said Wood, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, "it's too dark, we might lose it.

Let's try you out with a few of these."

He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket and a few minutes later. The boys went up first and were up in the air. Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Harry to catch.

Harry didn't miss a single one, and Wood was delighted. Soon, it was Emma's turn, and before she went up, Harry said, "Good luck."

Emma smiled and replied, "Thanks, but I don't need it."

Emma zoomed through the air, and Wood was near the hoops.

"Alright, Emma you are going to have to make the quaffle in the hoops. Easy enough, right?"

Emma nodded and started to zoom around with the quaffle. Emma used her wit, to outsmart Wood but pretending to go in one direction. Then, just like lightning she flew through the other direction and made a goal. Emma kept on practicing for another 20 turns until after half an hour, night had fallen and they couldn't carry on. Like Harry, she didn't miss a single shot, and Wood was just as delighted to have them on the team.

"That Quidditch cup will have our name on it this year," said Wood happily as they trudged back up to the castle. "I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out better than Charlie Weasley, and he could have played for England if he hadn't gone off chasing dragons."

Then turned to Emma saying, "And you turned out better than your father, no wonder you are talented. No doubt that Quidditch runs in the family, right?"

"More like flying, really," Emma said honestly.

"Anyway, we'll have practice three times a week. Not to difficult right?" Wood asked them. Emma nodded and Harry was unsure.

They soon parted ways, and just like that, that's how practice was every two days.

Through the weeks, Harry was now so busy, what with Quidditch practice three evenings a week on top of all his homework. Emma was having no trouble at all, Harry wondered if she knows everything, or maybe she's hiding her stress very well. But Harry could hardly believe it's already been at Hogwarts two months.

Emma enjoyed Hogwarts like her second home, maybe even better than the Moore Manor.

Soon, the day has arrived, the first Quidditch game for the firsts years. Emma was not worried, but slightly nervous about her first game. Harry was a full-mode wreck, he was constantly worried about everything, thinking about different scenarios. He was mostly worried that he would be a letdown to all. Eventually, nightfall cast over the castle, like a blanket of darkness, and everyone inside fell into a deep slumber.