Emra Snape
Chapter 1 (finally, the dreaded prologues are over!)
Diagon Alley

"Guess what, Dray? Our Hogwarts letters arrived!" Emra chirped as he jumped onto Draco's chest, who was still sleeping on their bed.

Draco instantly woke, and wrapped his arms around the black-haired boy. "Really?"

"Yep! And Sev and Lucius are taking us to Diagon Alley today!"

Draco immediately stood up, Emra in his arms. "Well, then we must get ready!" He gently put Emra down, and walked over to their enormous walk-in closet, taking out an outfit for both of them. Then, he got them both ready for the day ahead.

Emra was wearing a pair of black, baggy, muggle jeans with emerald green embroidery, matching his tank top that was covered by a fishnet, long sleeved shirt. Draco had also outlined his eyes with black eyeliner. Draco himself was wearing a matching outfit; only the green was replaced with silver. The two of them then walked downstairs to meet their two guardians.

When Severus and Lucius saw them, they both sighed.

"Why do you insist on wearing muggle clothes?" Lucius asked in exasperation.

"They're more comfortable," Draco shrugged.

Lucius sighed, but knew that nothing he said would convince his son to change his and Emra's clothes.

"You know what to do," Severus said, holding out a bag filled with floo powder.

Draco took a handful, and threw it into the fire. "Diagon Alley," he said as he and Emra walked into the flames together.

Arriving in the Leaky Cauldron, they stepped out of the fire, and waited for the adults to arrive. Once they had, Severus magically cleared away the soot before they headed out to the alley.

"So, where to first?" Lucius asked.

"How about the book store?" Emra spoke up.

Draco smiled. "You are way too obsessed with books, Love," he mumbled as the group headed to Flourish and Blots.

Grabbing the books on their list, Emra then went and grabbed several others, as well. No one dared say a word when he added them to the pile.

Next, they headed to Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"I hate robes," Draco mumbled. Emra grabbed his hand, and squeezed gently.

"I know what you mean," he whispered back as they were led to the back to be fitted for the hated clothing article.

There, a boy with red hair, freckles, and blue eyes was being fitted for second hand robes. Draco and Emra sat next to each other quietly, still holding hands.

The boy, seeing this, began to taunt them. "Are you fags, or something?" he asked rudely.

"Why would you think that?" Draco sneered as he looked to Emra. Seeing a small hint of hurt in his eyes, Draco instantly ignored the boy and began to comfort Emra.

"Oh, Love, don't listen to this jerk," he told him quietly.

The boy smirked. "That's why," he sneered as his fitting ended and he walked out of the shop with his robes.

"Wasn't that Ron, Fred and George's brother?" Emra asked when the other boy was out of hearing range.

"Yeah, I think so," Draco responded. "I never did like that guy."

An hour later, all the boys had left to purchase was their wands.

"Well, well, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. I was expecting you," Mr. Ollivander told the boys with his creepy voice.

"It's Emra," Emra said as he stepped up to receive his wand.

"Let's see, what would work for you?" Mr. Ollivander wondered as he looked through the boxes on the shelves as a tape measure measured Emra in odd places, such as between his nostrils. "What's your wand hand?"

"I'm ambidextrous," Emra said quietly.

Mr. Ollivander nodded, and finally handed Emra a wand.

"Dragon heartstring, oak, eleven inches," he told him. Emra waved the wand, and a window smashed. "Definitely not it." The wand maker snatched it away and handed him another. The chain continued until Ollivander gave him a wand hidden on the top shelf.

"Holy, phoenix feather, eleven inches," the old man said as he handed him the wand.

Emra grasped the wand, and it immediately felt warm to the touch. He 'swished' it through the air, and black and silver sparkles went everywhere.

"Curious, curious," Mr. Ollivander said as he took the wand away and began to wrap it up.

"What's curious?" Emra asked as he paid the man.

"The phoenix that's in your wand only gave one other, and it's curious that its brother is the one that gave you that scar. We can expect many great things from you, Mr. Potter. While what he did was terrible, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things," he said in a spooky voice. Now, for Mr. Malfoy!"

After many tries, Draco ended up with dragon heartstring, oak, and eleven inches. Then, the four left the shop.