A month and a half have passed since the first Quidditch match, in which it was now mid-December. It was the start of the Christmas season, having many students buzzing about the holidays. Emma already had the presents ready, all in wrapping paper and shiny ruby ribbons on top. She was planning to give the gifts to her new friends and brother, and of course she was also planning on adding a few people onto her list. Emma didn't expect anything back from her friends, since they just meet each other a few months ago.
Not only is everyone is in the holiday spirit, but the weather drastically changed over a month. The trees now with icicles, the Black Lake now frozen for any student willing to do ice skating, and the castle filled with several feet of snow and bitter breezes having students giving chills down their spines, leaving them to huddle from the warmth of the fire.
The corridors was filling with shuffling feet moving in different directions, and currently Emma and her friends were in the dungeon for Potions class. Professor Snape was staring and observing the students with their cauldrons. Seems as if fate was against her when it came to having partners, Emma was once again partnered with Draco. She thought the teachers had it out for her, but she glanced at her friends, and they gave her faint smiles. Emma was working on stirring the liquid, when Draco glanced at Harry.
"I do feel so sorry," said Draco Malfoy, directing the comment to Harry, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."
Draco smirked at his goons, who gave a small chuckle. Harry, ignored his comment, but instead continued to work on his potion with his partner. Emma glared at Draco, who dismissed her glare and continued to work like if nothing had happened. Finally, Potion class ended and everyone started to shuffle out of the class. Emma was already packing her suitcase, because she was going home for the holidays. She still didn't ask her friends if they were going home or staying at Hogwarts during the holiday.
Emma sighed through her nose, debating whether or not to give the gifts right now or before she leaves. Emma then gripped her wand, she casted a spell onto the presents to be transported to whoever it belonged to. However, she held onto a few gifts, so she can personally give it to them.
Satisfied with her work, she started to walk to the Great Hall, hearing that the hall was already starting to decorate with wreaths and Christmas trees. She immediately spotted Ron and Harry at the end of the table. She sat down once she got there, sitting next to Harry, observing the boys playing Wizard's chess.
"Knight to E5." Harry instructed his chess piece as it slides to where Harry instructed, and noticed Emma sitting next to him.
"Hey Emma." Harry greeted her, and she greeted them back, "Hey Harry and Ron."
"Hey Ems," Ron say before smirking, "Queen to E5," he instructed the Chess piece.
"Ems?" Emma asked confused with the new nickname.
"Yeah just thought that you would like it." Ron simply said as his chess piece moved over to Harry's piece was. Ron's chest piece smashed Harry's piece off the chest board, causing Harry to groan in disappointment. Hermione strutted towards her friends with a suitcase by her side. She stared at the chessboard before stating, "That's totally barbaric!"
"Well, it's Wizard's chess Hermione. What else do you expect? Besides the fact that it's somewhat boring," Emma questioned her friend.
"I've seen you've packed." Ron spoke up, before gesturing to the suitcase that was beside Hermione. She scoffed before snapping back, "I see you haven't."
"Well, change of plans. My parents went to Romania to see my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there." Ron explained to Hermione.
What about you Emma? Are you going home for the holidays?" Emma turned to her friend.
"I am, I just wanted to let you know that my gifts are in your dorms." Emma pointed out to her friends, before speaking up again, "I actually have your gift here Hermione, since you're going home."
Emma grabbed her pouch, in which she reached in and pulled a couple of packages, from various sizes. "Here, I got you a couple of presents. As well as Harry and Ron." The boys faces light up with delight, especially Harry since he didn't usually receive gifts during Christmas.
Emma then shrunk the gifts and placed them in a small bag to Hermione. "You just need to say 'retego' and your gifts will open up themselves."
"'Retego?' I never heard that before." Hermione asked Emma, who replied quickly, "It's a Latin spell, it means 'disclose'." Then, she turned to the boys, "Also remember that word, so you can open your presents."
"That reminds me, I got your gift here." Hermione spoke, as she quickly took out a small present. "It's not much, but here."
Emma beamed since she believed that her friends wouldn't get her anything. "Don't worry about it, I appreciate your gift. I'll open it tomorrow morning, if that's alright with you?" Emma asked as Hermione nodded, before turning to the boys.
"Well, before I go, you two go to the library to look up Nicholas Flamel." Hermione informed the boys.
The boys moaned before Harry mentions, "But, we've looked over a hundred times." Hermione leaned on the table, beside Harry, "Not in the restricted section." she whispered to him. "Happy Christmas, and Emma I'll wait for you by the train." she said before turning and walked out of the Great Hall.
Ron turned his gaze and looked between Harry and Emma. "I think we've had a bad influence on her." he stated looking at his friends.
Emma let out a light chuckle. "Maybe, well I can't wait for Christmas. I wonder what I'll get this year." Emma sighed excitedly, smiling at Harry and Ron.
"Anyway, I have to go now before the train leaves and so does Hermione. Goodbye Harry and Ron. Happy Holidays!" She chirped before leaving her friends behind. The boys looked at Emma's figure slowly grow smaller to the point where they couldn't see her anymore. Eventually, she caught up with Hermione and her brother as they rode their way back home. Emma decided to take a nap, but instead a vision came.
Emma flickered her eyes open, and the first thing she noticed was that she was surrounded by pure darkness. She glanced around of what seemed like a dark corridor, so her first guess was it was night. Which she was right, since she can see the silhouette of the full moon, tonight.
"Hello?" Emma called out towards the darkness, staring at it closely, trying to see if anyone was there. Emma reached inside her pouch to retrieve her wand before whispering, "Lumos," creating a bright gleaming light on the tip of Emma's wand. Emma stepped forward slowly and cautiously every now and then, wondering what this vision was trying to saw her now. Now, that she thought about it, it didn't seem like a vision but some type of dream, yet how can Emma control her actions like if she was there?
"Maybe it's some type of lucid dream?" Emma whispered in a shallow voice, but she sighed through her nose. "Maybe it must be some type of power I have yet to discover?"
Emma kept on walking and using her enhanced senses if she was near danger, yet she didn't sense it... yet. What seem like light shining in the corner, Emma cautiously hide behind it. Finally, with enough courage she risked lurking forward, yet again she didn't sense any danger. She took a step, when she heard a pebble being kicked in the most faintest noise.
"Who is there?" Emma yelled commandingly moving her wand around to find anything. Finally, her enhanced blue-green eyes landed on a silhouette sitting down, whoever it was, the person's back was facing Emma.
"Hello Emma, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," spoke a sweet, gentle, feminine voice. How did this person know her name?
"Who are you?" Emma asked gingerly, inching closely to the person, knowing it's a woman, because of her feminine voice and type body. She finally got close enough and come in face of a beautiful cave complete with a small waterfall and a pool with glowing cerulean blue. The thing was that the water looked like it contained magical properties, "maybe some youth elixir?" Emma wondered.
"Yes, the water you see is Fontaine De Jouvence." The woman spoke.
"Also known as the Fountain of Youth." Emma answered out loud, as only the woman needed her head.
"But, where are we exactly? I mean I alway that it was just a myth." Emma asked as she glanced around trying to memorize everything.
"In a deserted place long time ago." Emma wasn't satisfied with the answer, so she held her wand up.
"Well, that doesn't help," Emma said sarcastically, "but I'll ask again, who are you?" Emma demanded pointing her wand dangerously close to the mysterious woman.
"I mean no harm, Emma, I'm just a spirit from the past." Emma was fidgeting with the urge to jinx the woman, but for some odd reason Emma trusted her judgment. Emma gradually lowered her wand to her side.
"I know what you're wondering, Emma."
"Oh, do you really?" Emma interrupted her.
"Yes, I do understand what you're thinking. But, that's something you'll find out soon yourself, but if you like to know it's..." The mysterious woman said before Emma started to see her fade away from her dream.
"Wait! Come back! You didn't tell me your name!" Emma shouted frantically trying to talk to the nameless woman again, but nothing.
Not a second later, Emma started to stir awake, coming face to face with her brother and friend, Hermione.
"Are you okay, Emma?" Hermione asked, clearly worked for her friend.
"I'm fine, why would I not be?" Emma asked profoundly confused with the amount of unwanted attention she was receiving.
"Well," her brother started, "You were mumbling under your breath, and hear you say Lumos and your wand started to shine brightly."
Emma glanced at her wand, and he was right, her wand was still gleaming bright, so she muttered, "Nox."
"You were also started to shout, like if we left you." Hermione exclaimed.
"I'm fine really guys." Emma said quietly, and she looked at her brother.
"Well, talk later, Em." Justin mentally told her, penetrating her mind. All, Emma did was nod at him back.
"Look!" Hermione pointed at the window, grabbing the siblings attention, "we're back to Platform 9 ¾."
The trio got off the train and parted ways to their own destination. Emma hugged Hermione, before she was joined with her brother, again.
"Looks like mum or dad won't pick us up." Justin announced looking around for his parents.
"Come on, let's go." Emma sighed, before the pair started to transform to their own type of bird, as they flew back to the door Moore Manor. Emma was the first to open the front door and glanced inside, seeing only the hall and the entrance to the dining room.
"Mother? Father? Are you here?" Emma called out clearly, as she turned to her brother, shrugging her shoulders. The siblings walked in, and immediately was greeted by their parents at the stairway. Emma started to sprint to her parents, almost tackling them with much force.
"Welcome back, darling. How was Hogwarts?" Her mother, Emily, asked Emma, who quickly answered, "Wonderful, I made new friends and one of them, is Harry Potter."
"Harry Potter, you say?" Her father, William, asked intrigued, as Emma nodded, with Justin coming towards his father.
"It's true, he even made the Quidditch team like Emma." Justin declared, not mentioning the incidents, or else their parents would be horrified of what Emma has faced on her first year at Hogwarts.
"That reminds me, did you get your present?" William implied. "I did, thank you for the Nimbus Two Thousand." Emma chirped as she hugged her father.
"Alright," Emily stated before continuing, "I think they should settle in before we tell them."
"Tell us what?" Justin questioned, as his mother responded, "Once you're both done unpacking."
The siblings sighed before staring at each other before smirked, "Last one done has to do the other's chores for a week." Justin asked getting ready.
"You're on!" Emma squealed as they raced upstairs, dragging their suitcases behind them.
"There's absolutely no way I want to do your chores, have you seen your wardrobe?" Emma questioned as she raced to her room.
"It's not that bad." Justin defended himself weakly.
"Yeah, maybe for a couple of rodents." Emma remarked, before slamming her door shut. She quick started to use some cleaning charms, yet so did Justin. Both siblings swinged their doors wide open and stared at each other for a good minute. Finally, Emma gave in, and Justin started to run down the stairs. Emma smirked at this, now I know who's going to win, she thought. She quickly disapparates, only to apparate into the entrance of the dining room.
"Emma!" Her mother shouted, before scolding her, "You know you can't just use your powers in the dining room!"
"I know, but I don't want to do Justin's chore when we stay here." Emma defended.
"Well, I know how your brother is, but this is the last time? You understand?" Emma's mother insisted, which caused Emma to nod her head. She heard stomping footsteps going towards the dining room, so Emma turned to face her brother giving a convincing innocent smile.
"You cheated!" He shouted, quite upset that now he has to do Emma's chores.
"I did no such thing! Besides, you didn't say anything about using magic to our little wager. Now you lose, brother." Emma exclaimed once she was finished, all Justin did was scowl and glared at her.
"Emma, Justin, can you please sit down." Their mother interrupted them, grabbing their attention. Emma was the first to sit, followed by her mother, father, and lastly her brother.
"Well, we wanted to tell you that we've been invited to a Soirées for New Year, and ..."
"But, who invited us to a fancy party?" Emma argued interrupting her mother, already not liking to dress up for a silly party.
"That you'll find out in a few days, Emma." Her father answered, but Emma whines about idea of attending.
"Well, what type of theme will the party be?" Justin asked curiously.
"A Black and White Theme, boys would be black and girls white." William confirmed, as Justin nodded.
"Well, now I have a higher chance on dirtying the dress." Emma uttered under her breath, luckily no one heard her.
"Now, tomorrow is Christmas, so no one is staying up late. Alright, let's eat before we settle in for the night." Her mother replied as the Moore family started to enjoy their meal, but Emma was trying to forget about the upcoming party.
It was nine o'clock, and Justin opened Emma's room, but Emma was not in the mood.
"There's a reason why there's a door, Justin. Can't you ever knock?" Emma scowled her brother.
"No, and I want to talk to you about what happened today." Justin said seriously. Emma stared at him, before answering quietly, "alright."
"So what happened during your dream?" Justin started staring at Emma with a curious expression.
"Well, I was at first surrounded by darkness, but there was something strange about it." Emma paused still thinking about the dream.
"What's strange about it?"
"What's strange is like if I can control my dream. Almost as if I can travel through it." Justin nodded before nodding his head.
"I'll be right back." Justin announced already leaving the room. In a few minutes he returned with a thick book.
"This book has recorded every power, abilities, spellcasting, you name it, but the author is unknown, only leaving hints of their true identity." Justin stated, before continuing, "This is the only copy in the Wizarding World, and not even He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named knows about this book."
"But, how we have this book?" Emma insisted, wondering about the book.
"Well, I heard that someone centuries ago has been observing every magical being, from no-maj to purebloods, and was given to one of our relatives as a gift."
"No-Maj?" Emma asked confused with the new word.
"It means a muggle." Emma nodded absorbing the information like a sponge.
"Don't tell dad, I found it in the library, but it was supposed to be for you."
"You? In the library? That's something I don't hear everyday." Emma laughed.
"Ha, ha," Justin laughed in mock humor before answering, "Dad told me that you should have it."
"But, why are you showing it to me now?"
"Because, you sister are not an ordinary witch. With ordinary powers, I know you were destined for more." Justin finished, before nodding satisfied.
"Well, let's look for what your dream was about, alright." Justin answered before the siblings started to look for any information about Emma's "dream".
After flipping many pages, Emma stopped the page and stared at it. "Look!" Emma exclaimed, "Space/Time Manipulation?"
"It says that the person has the ability to manipulate their dream and others, the result either turning it into reality like a "dream" or something terrible like a "nightmare"." Justin stopped thinking about the sentence.
"It also says that one who experience this, has the ability to go back in time to any precise location. The user can either do this mentally like a "dream" or can actually transport themselves back in time. The user can also communicate others from the past, almost like if the person was there. Only few have achieved this special ability, for I was one of the few." Emma said in awe.
"Well, that can explain your dream then. Did you by any chance communicated with anyone?"
"I did, but I couldn't get her name. And in my dream I was at the Fontaine De Jouvence."
"The Fountain Of Youth? But, I thought it was a myth." Justin questioned.
"That's what I thought too. But, there has to be more than that." Emma sighed through her nose before yawning lightly.
"Well, at least we know that you may have this ability, Emma." Justin said, before he too yawned lightly. "Here, keep this book safe, will look at it later. And never let anyone know about this book, you understand?"
Emma nodded before she hugged her brother exchanging their goodnights, before Justin walked to his own room. Emma stared at the book, before she thought of a place she knew that no one else knows. She quickly muttered a few chosen words, before the book was placed in a safe area in the Moore Manor. Emma then got tucked in bed, and quickly her tiredness took over, thus her falling into a deep slumber.
It was Christmas Morning in Hogwarts, with many students heading towards the Great Hall eating delicious food or at the Black Lake figure skating. Harry and Ron were still sleeping, before Harry started to stir awake. The bright light was gleaming, so the first thing he saw was a small pile of presents at the foot of his bed.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron sarcastically, turning to his own pile.
Mate, did you get some presents from Emma?" Ron asked groggily, staring at Emma's presents.
"Yeah, I did Ron." Harry exclaimed before remembering, "Do you remember the spell for the gifts?"
"I think it was something in Latin." Ron sighed nervously, "No, not really."
"Well, we would have to wait for Emma when she comes back for the spell," Harry answered already thinking of what Emma might have given him for Christmas. "Who's this from?"
"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink from embarrassment, "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh, no," he groaned, "she's made you a Weasley sweater."
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a hand-knitted sweater in emerald green with the "H" on the front.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty. Harry examined his presents, before he saw one parcel left. He picked it up and unwrapped the parcel, it appeared to be some type of cloak with a silvery gray finishing.
"I've heard of those," he said in a hushed voice, "If that's what I think it is - they're really rare and really valuable."
"It's an invisibility cloak," said Ron, a look of awe on his face. "I'm sure it is - try it on."
Harry threw the cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell. "It is! Look down!"
Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone, his body completely invisible. He pulled the cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely. "There's a note!" said Ron suddenly.
Both boys read the note, saying:
Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well.
A Very Merry Christmas to you.
"No signature?" Harry stared at the note, he was confused as to who gift it to him and also wondering if it really once belonged to his father?
Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the cloak quickly out of sight. "Merry Christmas!"
"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!"
Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G.
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Also Justin and Emma's sweater as well."
"Wait, they also got a sweater?" Harry asked the twins. They nodded rapidly.
"Oh yeah, Justin owled us a letter, saying that he got a Maroon and Emma got an Emerald."
"It's funny because Justin's a Slytherin yet gets a maroon sweater." The twins chuckled.
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."
"Hey, did you guys get presents from Emma?" Fred asked looking around for the gifts.
"We did, but we just forgot the spell," Harry answered.
"Well, luckily for you mate, in the letter she wrote the spell." George mentioned before Fred added, "It's Retego."
Harry and Ron looked at each other, before quickly turning to their piles of presents.
"Retego," the boys said simultaneously and watched the presents unravel itself.
"Wow, look!" Ron exclaimed, as both boys got a pile of candies. "I got more candy!"
"Hey, Emma gave me some new Quidditch gear." Harry stared at his new googles and gloves.
"I love her now, she gave me all the candy I wanted and also some new cards for my card collection." Ron almost moaned by seeing some cards he never collected before.
"Emma, gave us each some new products to try for our pranking. She even wrote some spells, ingredients, and hexes onto a booklet for us." Fred explained to the boys.
"We should test some of the products when Emma comes back. Maybe we can prank the teachers together." George suggested his twin, who nodded.
The boys were at the castle all day, either at the Great Hall or outside near the Black Lake. Time flew by quickly for them, as nightfall have already arrived. Harry and Ron were in their dormitory, when Harry cast a glance at the invisibility cloak. He then turned to Ron, who was sleeping peacefully. He then decided to grab the cloak, and let the material flow over his hands, as he wrapped the cloak around himself. He then thought of visiting the library, specifically the Restricted Section in the library.. He set off, drawing the invisibility cloak tight around him as he walked. The library was pitch-black and very eerie, but Harry lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books.
He continued walking until he reached the restriction section, as he walked over to the sections of books that started with F. Setting the lamp down carefully on the floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. A large black and silver volume caught his eye, he pulled it out with difficulty, letting it fall open. A piercing, blood curdling shriek split the silence, Harry quickly snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once.
"Who's there?" Harry heard snapped as he heard Filch's voice in the library. He started to back away softly, but stopped when he saw Filch's lamp coming closer to where he was. " I know you're in there. You can't hide. Show yourself?" he demanded.
Opening the door, he walked out of the library and looked down, seeing Filch's cat who started meowing. Harry slowly walked backwards but that cat started chasing him, as he was trying to run away from the cat, but instantly stopped when he saw Professor Snape pushed Professor Quirrell against the wall.
"Severus, I..." Professor Quirrell began to talk but was cut off by Professor Snape.
"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Professor Snape warned him.
"I... I don't know what you mean." Professor Quirrell quickly stuttered to Professor Snape.
"You know perfectly well what I mean." Professor Snape said before Professor Quirrell looked at the direction where Harry was, causing Professor Snape to turn to the same direction as Professor Quirrell. Professor Snape reached out and caught nothing before turning back to Professor Quirrell. "We'll have another little chat soon. When you've had a time to decide where your loyalties lie." Snape said before Filch came walking up to them.
"Professors. I found this in the restricted section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed." he said, holding up Harry's shattered lantern.
He backed away as quietly as he could, as a door stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding his breath, trying not to move it, as they walked straight past, and Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. He noticed the room looked like an unused classroom, but propped against the wall facing him was a magnificent mirror. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Harry moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again, he stepped in front of it and looked in the mirror again.
There stood a woman standing right behind his reflection, smiling at him and waving. She was a very pretty woman, with dark red hair and her eyes bright green, like Harry's. A tall, thin,
black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, just as Harry's did.
"Mom?" he whispered. "Dad?"
They just looked at him, smiling. Harry reached out to the mirror, but only felt the coldness of the glass.
All of a sudden the mirror change into a boy and a girl in their teens laughing and having fun. The girl was a pretty young lady, who had long blonde locks and had blue-green orbs, whilst the boy had green eyes and had glasses on exactly like Harry. He quickly shook his head, wondering if it was his imagination. But, unfortunately it was not, for the boy and girl were still there. Harry immediately wondered if it was Emma? Well, the resemblance is uncanny, and she still has the same mystic eyes, Harry likes so much. He saw that the two of them were really happy together. Harry then started racing back to the common room to wake up Ron to tell him about the mirror in the library.
Harry rushed up the stairs and stormed into the boys dormitories, running towards Ron. "Ron, you've really gotta see this!" He yelled semi-loudly, pulling the bed covers off whilst before pulling off the invisibility cloak off. " Ron, come on, get out of bed!"
"Why?" Ron asked, groaned irritated.
"There's something you've got to see," Harry replied before putting back on the cloak, waiting for Ron. The two of them got under the cloak and raced to the room where the mirror was it. They pushed the door open as Harry dropped the cloak and ran to the mirror. And Harry's parents were still there, beamed at the sight of him.
"See?" Harry whispered.
"I can't see anything. I can only see you." Ron responded.
"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am." Harry insisted as he stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, staring transfixed at his image.
"Look at me!" he said.
"Can you see all your family standing around you?"
"No... I'm alone ... but I'm different, I look older ... and I'm head boy!"
"What?"
"I'm holding the Quidditch Cup. And Bloody hell! I'm Quidditch captain too! I look good."
"Do you think this mirror shows the future?" Ron suggested.
"How can it? All my family are dead." Harry paused with a small frown on his lips. Ron didn't know what else to do, so he decided to go back to the Dormitory.
Harry decided to stay, whilst sitting down in front of the mirror. He continued to watch his parents, that was until someone spoke behind him causing him to jump a little from fright.
"Back again, Harry?" He turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore standing behind him. Harry quickly stood up as Professor Dumbledore started walking towards him. "I see that you, like many before you have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realize what it does. Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would look in the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is."
Harry looked back at the mirror, before replying, " So then, it shows us what we want. Whatever we want."
"Yes. And no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts Now you, Harry, who have never known your family you see them standing beside you. But remember this, Harry. This mirror give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it Even gone mad. That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home. And I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry and forget to live." Professor Dumbledore said before he turned and started walking away.
"Sir... Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?" Harry called out to Dumbledore.\
"Obviously, you've just done so," Dumbledore smiled. "You may ask me one more thing, however."
"After I saw my parents come up, the mirror changed into an older version of me and Emma. What does that perhaps mean, Professor?" Harry questioned.
A smile appeared on Professor Dumbledore's face. "Perhaps Harry, it means, that you enjoy her presence when you're around her." he told him before leaving the room, the only sound in the room, was Harry's wild thoughts.
Six days passed by, and it was now, New Year's Eve. The day, where Emma and her family were invited to a black and white theme party. Emma already despised the idea of attending, but she had to attend or it would create a rather bad reputation for the Moore family. Throughout the week, Emma, Justin, and their mother went to Diagon Alley, shopping for their attire for the party. In the second day, Justin had already picked a rather elegant suit, yet Emma didn't find any dresses that were to her liking, especially if it was a white dress. Yet, as if fate was on her side on fifth day, Emma was at one shop, where she glanced at a white dress. The dress itself looked eternal, the sleeves were mid-length with just the right amount of fluff. The dress had gold accents along the cheat area to the dress length.
It was now a quarter to seven, and all the Moore family were having their finishing touches. Justin was rather sophisticated with his black suit and Emma with her elegant white dress. The siblings were debating on who invited them, but nether could decide on who. Finally, it was time for them to leave, as the family went to the library. One by one they disapparate from their library, after a few seconds they apparate to their destination.
The first thing Emma noticed was that whoever lives here has a rather gigantic manor, yet it was a bit smaller than the Moore Manor. Her father walked first to the door, where he knocked and waited. The door was opened by a house elf.
"Welcome, please enter, I'll let know my master." The elf announced, letting them enter. Her parents and brother went head, but Emma walked up with the house elf asking, "By any chance kind sir, can you tell me who lives here?"
"Sir?" The House Elf said, like if the word was foreign to him, but Emma nodded rather confused.
"I like you already, what's your name?" He said happily, as Emma giggled for the house-elf, before answering, "It's Emma and yours?"
"My name's Dobby, and you're in the Malfoy Manor, miss." Dobby said before going along to his masters. Emma froze immediately, and her hair turned pearly White.
"I'm at Draco's house?" Emma whispered somewhat loudly.
Draco couldn't believe his parents having guest over for the New Year's, he himself believed he would be the only kid in the party. That all changed when he heard his mother talk about inviting the Moore family. He wondered if it was Emma who was going to his house. Maybe? He waited for the day to arrive, counting the days and hours passing by. When, it was almost eight, Draco decided to head down and look around for the guests. He then noticed the familiar blonde, so he wanted to know if it was her.
"Did you say my name?" A voice called, and Emma could almost heard his smirk widening. Emma turned around, and her hair turned back to her golden locks, before staring at the Slytherin blonde. Draco himself was dressed in a nice black suit, and his hair was slicked back with at least two handfuls amount of hair gel. Emma could say that he looked cute with his suit, and very different than school.
Draco was staring at Emma since he had never seen her with a dress, and he wanted to tell her she looked pretty, but he decided against it. After a few moments of staring each other, they made eye contact and they quickly turned in different directions, both blushing from embarrassment.
"I didn't know you live here." Emma started, looking everywhere but Draco.
"Well, I didn't mention it," Draco said honestly.
"And your goons are here too?" Emma asked him.
"No, we are the only ones our age," Draco explained before they both fall into an awkward silence. Draco cleared his throat, "Do you want to look around?"
Emma nodded and followed Draco further into the Malfoy Manor. They entered a music room, which Emma enjoyed the room. Then, they entered the Dining Room, where all the adults were, her family, Draco's, and other families she never met before.
"Emma," her mother called softly for her daughter. Emma obeyed and walked next to her mother, leaving Draco behind.
"I would like you to meet the Malfoys." Emma turned to what she presumed to be Draco's parents, and greeted them, "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I'm Emma."
"What a lady with manners," Draco's mother gushed at the young girl, "Likewise Emma, and... wait one moment."
"Draco," his mother called him, and like Emma, he obeyed his mother.
"Is this the girl you keep telling us about?" His mother, Narcissa questioned his son, who quickly turned to his mother.
"Mother!" Draco hissed at her quickly, Emma found this rather amusing.
"So, you talk to your parents about me, then?" Emma asked cheekily and smiling innocently, which she received a glare from Draco.
"I see why you talk about her so much, she is very pretty for a young lady, I think you will grow up to be a beautiful young woman, Emma." Narcissa stated, before Emma replied gratefully, "Thank you, Mrs..."
"Call me Narcissa, dear." Narcissa insisted the young blonde.
"Thank you, Narcissa." Emma said happily, but Draco would right now dig up a ditch, and be buried in it forever. Luckily, it was time for dinner, in which the families started to settle in their seats, where their names are placed on the table. The dinner was serving, with a big course meal, and at the end was the desserts. The guests were chattering happily, telling gossips, and news about the Wizarding World while eating their desserts, but Emma found all of this boring.
Finally, the guests were finished, and they all moved to the ballroom, where Emma now wanted to go anywhere than here. Emma stared at the glass door, where she could practically see a garden. She looked to her surrounding before opening the door, and walked to the Terrence. Emma enjoyed the fresh air, and stared at the garden below. Emma discreetly made the flowers blossom, although it was still winter. She was occupied with her thoughts, that she didn't notice Draco next to you.
"Why aren't you inside?" he asked her, somewhat worried. Emma looked to her right, before quietly answering, "I'm not a fan of parties."
"I see, well what would you want to do?" He asked staring at her face, barely noticing a faint amount of freckles.
"I don't know, well you didn't exactly finish the tour." Emma joked before she was yanked by her wrist.
"Come on, then." Draco insisted, losing his grip on her wrist, be his hand was still there. He started to explain every room there is and only one floor.
"And here's the library." Draco said, but was stopped by Emma. She was staring at the door, wondering what the library looked like. Draco noticed this, "Would you like to look inside?"
Emma nodded as Draco opened the double doors, and a gentleman Draco is, he let Emma enter first. The library itself had two chandeliers, the windows covered with ruby drapes, and a lounging area for guests to sit. Emma looked around the library, although her library was bigger, she still enjoyed looking around exploring different sections and books. Draco thought Emma looked cute, staring at the library with some glint in Emma's eyes and smile.
"Would you like to look for some books? I don't mind at all."
"Yes, may I?" Emma asked excitedly, as Draco smiled before nodding. Emma quickly started looking around for any books that caught her interest. Draco was helping and recommending books, which caused Emma to be shock.
"You? In a library?" Emma asked curiously, which Draco glared at her.
"What? You don't think I read?" He asked defending himself, before looking back at a medium-sized book.
"I just don't imagine you in a library that's all," Emma spoke delicately, before staying at a thick book. Emma slowly grabbed the book, staring at the cover, the color crimson like Gryffindor.
"What's this?" She asked Draco, who looked up from his book, before answering, "it's about ancient artifacts known in the Wizarding World."
Emma sat on the lounge practically next to Draco, as she started to look inside the book. It talked about artifacts like Merlin's powerful scepter, the Elders Wand, Godric Gryffindor's Sword, The Mirror of Erised, and then she stopped at the Philosopher's Stone. The Philosopher's Stone was a beautiful unique gemstone, known for it's legendary alchemical substance capable of turning base metals such as mercury into gold. Emma didn't noticed that she was sliding next to Draco's arm and she started to somewhat cuddle with it, and Draco tried to hide his flustered face. But, he would be lying if he didn't enjoy it. She kept on reading, when she stopped at one sentence.
"The current owner of the Philosopher's Stone is Nicholas Flamel, who has been living for centuries..." Emma spoke loudly, before pausing. Nicholas Flamel! She turned to Draco, but realized that she was clinging onto his arm.
"Sorry," Emma whispered, "It's alright." He answered softly. What they didn't know was that both Emma's and Draco's parents were looking at their tender moment of cuddling.
"Emma?" Her brother called her, as both Emma and Draco turned to the front door of the library. "Emma, we're leaving it's almost eleven." And he was right, it was almost eleven.
"I guess I have to go," Emma said, standing up before turning to Draco. Draco looked at Emma's brother, who was glaring at him furiously.
"I had fun, Draco, thank you for the tour." Emma nodded before heading for the door.
"Emma!" Draco shouted grabbing her attention, "Thank you making the evening less boring. Would you like to make truce? And be maybe friends?"
Emma nodded, "I would like that very much, Draco. I'll see you at Hogwarts." She waved goodbye, and she was out of his sight.
Both Emma and Draco were thinking about their time together, not as classmates, but like friends. Emma when back to the Manor, and stayed up until it was exactly midnight, meaning New Year's Day. The fireworks were marvelous and were displaying different colors, where Emma was staring from her Terrance, so was Draco.
"365 new days. 365 new chances." Emma whispered before heading to her bed, and only a few days before she goes back to Hogwarts.