DISCLAIMER: JKR AND WB ARE THE OWNERS OF HARRY POTTER. NO MONEY IS GAIN FROM THIS STORY, THE ONLY GAIN IS THE DELIGHT OF PLAYING WITH THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS.

AN: My dear Savva…. Thank you for setting my writing straight! To all of the readers around the world… Thank you!

Fidgeting in front of her fireplace, very nervous Emilia waited for her father. She had changed so many times today, almost to the point of dizziness. Finally, she decided that she needed to be practical. She planned to play, so a skirt would not do. Thus, she chose a pair of cropped, black leggings with a 60's style white shirt with geometric forms in black and magenta. A Silver Diadem with a lily in her long, shiny black hair and black flats completed the outfit. She looked beautiful.

"I hope they will like me," she whispered. Her father was watching her from the door, smiling.

"Are you ready to go, my angel? We are going to use the Floo to get there. Take the Floo powder, say very clearly 'Malfoy Manor', and step in the fireplace. I will be right behind you. Ready?"

Emilia grabbed the floo powder and said, "Malfoy Manor," and disappeared in the green flames.

When she arrived, she stepped out of the fireplace and coughed a little. Then, she looked around; she was in the biggest library she had ever seen. Books were everywhere; shelves were going up to the sealing. In awe, she didn't notice when her father stepped out of the Floo connection.

Harry smiled; she was touching the back of the books she could reach, looking mesmerized.

"Emilia, come here, so I can take the soot from your clothes." She went to him and he said, "Scourgify." Instantly, both of them were clean.

Emilia grabbed her father's hand and looked at him, "Papa, will they like me?"

Harry tilted his head, coming down to her eye level and said, "Where did this come from? Of course, they will like you. They will love you; just be yourself."

Hermione came into the library to welcome them.

"You both look wonderful. Everyone is already here." Emilia began her nervous fidgeting again. "Don't be nervous, my dear, these people are our friends and their families. There are a lot of kids that would start Hogwarts with you this year. So, come, everyone is waiting."

They went through the parlor directly to the gardens. There were many adults and children of every age. The garden had very tall and old trees and flowers with every color and kind imaginable.

Hermione walked closer to a tall blond with grey eyes. "Harry, welcome," the tall guy said to her father, shaking his hand. Emilia stepped back a little and looked at the tall guy. "And, who do we have here?"

"Emilia, this is Draco Malfoy, your godmother's husband."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir."

"The pleasure is all mine, Emilia."

"Are you a prince?" Draco and Harry laughed at her comment. "You look like Legolas," they laughed even harder.

"Ah, I will like this girl, her imagination is amazing," he whistled and two equally blond children appeared – a teenage boy that was the carbon copy of his father and a beautiful blond girl with brown eyes. "Emilia, these are my twins: Scorpius and Cassiopeia. They are only a few months older than you."

"Hello," she greeted them shyly. The blond girl smiled at her, but the boy frowned and only curtly nodded his head.

"Children, could you take Emilia with you?" before she let go of Harry's hand, she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry, amor chiquito (Little love), I will be right here if you need me."

Everyone was having a great time. It was nice to see all friends with their families, with the biggest one – the Weasley being a force to reckon with. Harry had missed all this. Although he felt that his happiness was threatened again, he decided to forget about it for one afternoon and enjoy the company of his friends.

Luna Lovegood was talking with Neville about the Myosotis sylvatica, mostly known as forget me not, when she saw Emilia seating on a bench alone. The girl appeared to be talking to someone and looked a little upset.

Luna excused herself and walked closer to her, so she could hear what she was saying. "I knew they won't like me. They think I am a freak or something and on top of that, they don't like me because I don't know how to play their games, and because I am a Muggle. How can I know! My friends are Muggles. Diego, Jorge Raúl and Sebastian knew that I am a witch but they didn't treat me different. Thank God they don't know I can see you guys, because the teasing will never stop." She was so absorbed in her tirade that she didn't notice Luna.

"Don't pay any attention to them, Emilia," Luna's voice startled her. "Don't be afraid, my name is Luna Lovegood and I'm a friend of your father and your godmother."

Emilia looked at her with a little apprehension and kept quiet, "You know; I can see them too. Actually, my mother is a part of the fairy court or fey people." Seeing that she got the girls attention, Luna continued, "Many people think that I am a little crazy, but I'm not. I discovered that my senses are more open and perceptive than the others, and that is what makes me different. People don't like different."

"You don't seem different to me." Looking at Luna, Emilia asked, "Do I know you? I mean, from before?"

"It is possible," replied Luna, touching her cheek. "Don't worry so much. People will learn to like you for who you are. Concentrate on being a kid and keep those ears and eyes open, the world around you is alive and it is yours to discover, Ok?"

"Thank you."

"You know, Emilia. Jacob over there isn't playing either; I think he is about your age." Luna smiled, watching Emilia walking to Neville's son, Jacob.

Then, she turned to a flower and spoke, "You should have known better. I know you are protecting her, but she also needs friends in this realm, she is such a sweet kid. I agree that her father had done a great job with her. Now, run along, here she will be safe."

"Who are you talking to, Luna?"

"Oh, Harry, you gave me a fright."

"I'm sorry for everything," obviously, there was something very interesting on the floor.

"Harry it's ok, I understand. I need to explain several things to you."

"Hermione told me," said Harry, still avoiding Luna's eyes. "Look, I'm sorry for how I treated you, it's just…"

"Harry it's ok, I understand, truly."

"Have you seen Emilia?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. She was a little upset with some kids, but you know how they are," Harry nodded. "She is with Neville's son, Jacob." Luna grabbed him by the elbow before he left and a sudden jolt of electricity ran through their spines. Luna was the first one to come out of the brief stupor. "You have done a spectacular job with her, Harry. I just wanted to let you know."

"Thank you. Let me know what time you will be in our house," said Harry and she nodded.

As he approached the kids, he saw how a larger group surrounded them and started picking on them. He was about to break it up when he heard Emilia, "Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?" She was helping Jacob to stand up. As Hermione, she stood up against injustice. Hermione's son was saying something to the other kid trying to make him to stop. Harry decided not to intervene unless it was totally necessary. He knew his daughter could take care of herself. He also knew what she was capable of; he had trained her in defense since she could walk.

Harry heard Emilia's voice again, "Leave us alone, I don't want to hurt you." She was going to Jacob's side, trying to leave, when the kid grabbed her by the shoulder. Her respond was fast and swift; she grabbed him by the wrist and sent him straight to the floor. That's new, Harry thought.

"Ah, ah, ah, I told you, next time I will not be that gentle. Let's go Jacob," Emilia let the boy go, took her friend by the hand, dramatically flipped her hair and walked away, leaving the group gapping at her in amazed silence.

"A girl kicked your ass, Thomas!"

"Shut it, Zabini!"

"You are such an arse Thomas. I told you to leave her alone; she's my mother's goddaughter. Why am I explaining anything to you?" Scorpius smacked the back of the boy's head. "You are an idiot. If I will get in trouble because of you, you will pay," said the blond boy and left, leaving Thomas alone.

Thomas was furious. The boy had all the intentions to continue with his pursuit and bulling. And that was the moment, when Harry made his presence known. "You know, sometimes it is very wise to follow a good advice," said Harry, watching the boy pale. "You better run along," he chuckled.

The night ended without incidents, and after thanking their hosts, Harry and Emilia went home.

Emilia could not stop talking about Jacob. And only after their nightly ritual, she was finally asleep. Something bothered her, but she was too tired and tomorrow would be another day.

Harry prepared a cot in her room. It was decided that until he would know what exactly happened to Emilia, and who was behind the threats, he would not leave her out of his sight.

In the shadows, a dark figure quietly moved, watching, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.