It took her an ice-cold shower for her to snap out of her trance.

Although, it had been around four in the morning that she took it, it took her about an extra hour to get out of it and another one to get out of the bathroom. All she had done after getting out was stand in front of the mirror with her bathrobe tight around her and her pale reflection staring blankly at her. ''What was I thinking?'' she had asked herself. She had probably freaked out the poor boy. Hopefully not Neville, but Harry... she might've. But might wasn't good enough for her. With that on mind, she changed into her school robes and brushed her hair down quickly. It still was six in the morning, but whom she sought to talk to, must've awoken a long time ago.

''Such an early hour and I have the pleasure of speaking to you? Must be the start of a marvellous day,'' Professor Dumbledore greeted her from where he stood, petting Fawkes.

''I can't do it'' she sighed and started pacing from side to side behind the two chairs in front of his desk.

''We all have hesitations'' He smiled when the phoenix made an approving noise.

''This is too much. Much more than I thought would come; I can't do it''

''You have no choice,'' he said with all the calm in the world as he turned to grin at her. ''You can, you must, and you will carry on as if nothing has ever happened''

''Easy for you to say,'' she snapped once again and resumed her pacing. This time, Dumbledore said nothing, but clasped his hands against his robes and watched her struggle with herself. Emmeline's mind raced as it hadn't before. It was too much. She was right about that one thing. But Dumbledore was right in some ways; she must and she would. Her pacing slowed down and she stopped by the chair closest to him. Chewing her lower lip she looked up at Fawkes with saddened eyes. ''They're too alike. In every possible way, and I just can't bear it''

And he repeated, ''You can, you must, and you will''

''What if I screw up?''

''I can assure you that won't happen''

''What do I do next then? Play new friend for the rest of the term? For the rest of his time or my time here? Where do I start? What should I do?''

''If he's the boy I assume he is, he'll probably be up early and would want to explore the castle before the lessons begin, don't you think?'' asked Dumbledore, with a broad grin.

''So?'' pushed Emmeline, growing impatient.

''You'll show him around,'' Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle. ''When you turn nervous or anxious you tend to not use your logic, Ms. Warmsley''

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her wristwatch. It was already seven in the morning and he surely must be up by now. ''Alright, I'll go and fetch him. Thank you'' she said turning to leave.

''You're more than welcome,'' he said. ''Oh, and Ms. Warmsley?'' he called after her, making her turn right on time before she walked out.

''Yes?''

''You're turning into a teenager, it's noticeable by now'' joked Dumbledore. Emmeline smiled at that. She liked that about him. He looked so strict at time, every once in a while completely serious, always serene and sweet, but his humour was intact in any situation. Very few were able to presence it, but lately he had been letting it show more than usual. Still, it never got old. Not that he didn't, anyway.
Making her way up the thousand staircases and through tons of corridors, she planned where she'd go with Harry, what she'd show him, and what she'd tell him. And by the time she got to the Common Room and saw him walk down the stairs, she forgot everything she had planned out.

She knew this was quite a strange thing to happen. She rarely got nervous at all, or at least never this nervous. He was just a kid, how hard talking to him was? Problem was: he wasn't just a kid.

Before he got down the stairs, Emmeline threw herself on the couch with her hands behind her head and legs crossed and said, ''Hello'' with a grin. Harry walked forwards and smiled shyly at her.

''Hi,'' Harry said. Emmeline stood up immediately and stretched her arm to him.

''Emmeline Warmsley,''

''Pleasure. I'm-''

''Harry, I know. You're quite famous around here, did you know that?'' she said sitting on the couch's arm.

He sighed and nodded miserably, ''Not like I asked for it...''

''Oh, I know'' she said sympathetically, but shrugged that off immediately knowing that sympathy was the last thing he needed. ''So, is there anything I could help you with? Get to know the castle, the undead that roam around, understand how the stairs work, know just how to sneak off of Filch's hook... Anything you need, I'm your girl''

Emmeline felt like glowing when she saw him laughing and nodding. Her smile grew bigger when he stated rather than asked, ''You sound like you know this place well enough''

''Like the back of my hand''

... ... ... ...

They had finished their mini, yet quite helpful for Harry, tour just in time for Harry's first lesson. For such a short time, they had hit it off pretty well. Emmeline had stood outside in the dungeons wand watched Harry off to his first Potions class; a proud smile growing on her lips and remaining there.

''Now aren't you a lovely Gryffindor?'' an annoying man-like voice came from behind her. Emmeline unfolded her arms and turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

''To whom do I owe the pleasure?'' Emmeline said, in the most sarcastic tone she could pull out.

''Sullivan Klein,'' he took her hand and brought it up to his lips while his eyes were too busy winking up at her. ''And you are?''

''Disgusted,'' she said, pulling back her hand and cleaning it with her robes, but he seemed to have ignored that too. ''Wait, did you say Klein? Is that German?''

''Why yes it is,'' he smirked. ''In fact, my father was born-''

''Why did I even ask?'' She wondered out loud. She rolled her eyes and started walking the opposite direction.

''I've heard wonders about you''

''Does it look like I care?''

''They say you're good for you age. If you know what I mean''

Emmeline held back her laughter and remained absolutely serious when she said, ''I think it's time for you to kindly fuck off, Sullivan''

''Are you not a third year?''

''Yes, why-''

''You don't talk, look, or act like one, did you know?''

She sighed and said, ''Yes, I knew that already, now if you'll excuse me, I'll vomit somewhere else and forget this ever happened. Have a good day, Klein''

... ... ... ...

''Ms. Warmsley, glad to see you could make it to the class'' Professor Kettleburn greeted her from his desk as Emmeline walked over to an empty seat next to Patricia Simpson in the back.

''How nice of you to be worried of my well-being, Professor. I appreciate it very much,'' she smiled brightly at him. There were a few laughs among the class and an amused scoffed from behind her. She turned and blew a kiss to Fred, mouthing 'you adore me'.

''Either way... As I was saying...'' Professor Kettleburn kept on going. Emmeline looked to her left and winked at Katie, who frowned in confusion.

''You can do much better than going around crushing on Klein, Kate'' whispered Emmeline.

''What did you do now, Warmsley?'' Fred whispered from behind. Angelina and Lee, who sat behind Katie and Alicia, joined the whispering as well.

''Why do you have to assume I did something bad, Weasley?'' she whispered. ''I just met Katie's little friend'' she said smirking at Katie, who had to hide her face between her arms against the table to muffle her laughter.

''What's so funny?'' asked George.

''Learn German if you'd like a little laugh''