Chapter One

'DIAGON ALLEY'

Emily Escott wondered round the busy market place of the infamous Diagon Alley. She was due to start her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she was buzzing with immense excitement.

Not only had she received an owl informing her that she was Head Girl, but she had also received an owl from the Ministry of Magic stating that she had an apprenticeship in the Department of Mysteries at the end of the school year. She couldn't be happier.

Looking around her mischievously, Emily made her way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. She sat down at one of the tables outside his shop and ordered a triple chocolate ice cream sundae and waited for her favorite trouble makers to arrive.

"Miss Escott—"

"—how nice to see you! Your mischievous mind is greatly needed in times like these," Familiar male voices were heard in her ear.

"I'm sure it is," Emily mused, not turning to face them, "But I'm afraid I'm here on important business gentlemen. Do you have an appointment?" She questioned.

"Alas! We do," They replied in synchronization, "Gred and Forge at your service ma'am," Emily turned round and grinned massively. She knew it was them, she was just messing around. The Weasley twins returned her grin with cheeky grins of their own.

"You two took your time," Emily said accusingly, "Well," Fred began, "We had to ditch iccle Ronniekins didn't we?" Emily sighed, rolling her eyes, "Where did you leave him?" She asked, though she didn't really want to know incase it was somewhere dangerous (like Knockturn Alley).

"Twilfitt and Tatting's," George answered proudly, "But that's on the other side of the market place!" Emily gasped, looking outraged, "So?" Fred laughed menacingly, "He'll find us eventually,"

"Lets hope he does," Emily replied harshly, "Ouch, Fred I think that hurt," George answered, dramatically clutching at his heart, "I know George, I feel the same," Fred replied, imitating George, "Aren't you two forgetting something? I'm Head Girl now, and … Fred don't mock me!" Emily growled as Fred burst out laughing. "Sorry Emiwee, but it's hard not too," He grinned, wiping metaphorical tears from his eyes, "Don't call me that," She snarled.

"Whatcha going to do about it Emiwee?" George questioned, a smirk plastered across his tanned, freckly face, "Hex you into oblivion," Emily warned, a dark look etched upon her face. "Oh-ho, George! I believe she means business," Fred chuckled amongst himself, "Laugh all you want morons, but I will horribly hex you if you ever call me that again, go it?" Emily snarled, her voice demanding.

"Got it," Fred and George replied in unison, saluting her. Rolling her eyes again, Emily paid Florean for her ice-cream and left without eating it.

*

"Em! Emily slow down! Where're we going?" Fred panted, trying to keep up with the fast-paced Emily. "You'll see," Emily chuckled darkly. She knew how much the twins hated walking around without entering any shops. They didn't care what shops they entered as long as it wasn't the stupid girly shops like La Belle or Masayo Mizuhara's Flirty Frills.

As Emily made a sharp left, she came in contact with a black, shaggy haired dog that looked rather lonely. "Aww, he's so cute!" She cooed as she ran up to it and ruffled its long hair.

"Emily why're you touching that—"

"—you don't know where it's been," The twins wailed at her. "Shush! This poor thing must be lonely. Why would someone abandon such an adorable looking dog?" Emily asked.

"Adorable? Don't you mean…?"

"Hideous?"

"Shaggy?"

"Unhygienic?"

"Ugly?" The twins questioned, choking back their laughter.

"No!" Emily shouted, glaring at them, "You know what? I'm going to keep him. At least he'll keep me company at my-so-called-home," George rolled his eyes and Fred sighed, "If you're going to keep that flea bitten, tick infested mongrel…" George asked, "What're you going to name him?"

"Call him Fluffy!"

"What about Fuggly?"

"Go on, call him Fluffy,"

"What about Roxas?"

"Fluffy's a nice name,"

"Or you could call him Mr. Flea-bitten McCorker,"

"I think I'll call him Snuffles," Emily answered, ignoring the twins' unhelpful suggestions. The dog barked enthusiastically at it's new name, licking her face. It looked like an immediate friendship between the lonely pair.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter; how unfortunate.

I decided to write another story, but this time in Harry's era, being as i only ever write from the Maurder era. Please review and tell me what you think!

imafeckingstarr xx