CHAPTER 1

I still remember the next morning. I still remember the newspapers. I still remember owls which were flying over and wizards and witches who weren't trying to hide their real identity for Muggles. I still remember everything of that famous day.

Sirius Black betrayed the Potters so He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could find them and kill them. I was lucky I wasn't there that night. I'm sure he would've killed me too. But that's something loads of people don't know.

You-Know-Who murdered my parents. He wanted to do the same to my little brother, Harry, but then something peculiar happened. The spell You-Know-Who used didn't work on Harry. In fact the spell reflected and the most powered wizard of the century lost all his power.

The rumor got spread everywhere. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

Harry was brought to the Dursleys. Petunia Dursley was my mother's sister, my aunt. They had suggested to bring me there too, but Mrs. Holt promised to take the full responsibility over me and to make sure I would be safe. She's a little bit over-protecting. I didn't really care, I loved the Holts, they were like a second family to me. Also because the Dursleys had never been such a welcoming people to our family. The Holts kept their promise, they took care of me like I was their own daughter. Living with them wasn't hard. They were this typical beautiful family every child dreamt of.

Mr. Holt was a Muggle and worked as a doctor. Mrs. Holt on the other hand was a witch. She worked somewhere at the Ministry of Magic. So yes, I couldn't complain. I had a beautiful family, but I missed my parents and Harry a lot.

"Emily! Emily, wake up! There's an owl!" My eyes flashed open and I was awake instantly. I hurried downstairs and saw Olivia cheerfully jumping all over the house. At the window, in the living room was sitting an owl. A beautiful, big, brown owl holding, not one, yet two acceptance letters for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Olivia and I were dancing, cheering and crying all at the same time.

"We're going to Hogwarts! We're going to Hogwarts!" Olivia kept repeating the whole morning, "Emily, we are going to Hogwarts!"

"I know", I laughed, "But calm down. We're not there yet."

"No, of course not. The school term only begins on 1 September." She placed her finger between my ribs and ran downstairs.

"Mom, are we going to Diagon Alley now?" I heard her.

It wasn't the first time I went to Diagon Alley and it certainly wasn't the first time I travelled with floo powder. Still this time felt different. At Diagon Alley we bought all we need. And after a whole day of entering and leaving shops we went to Ollivanders.

At Ollivanders Olivia ruined the whole shop. It took ages before the right wand had found her. After exploding boxes, breaking glass and turning my hair purple, the right wand finally chose her.

"Don't you need one, dear girl?" Ollivander asked me.

"No," I answered, "I already have one." I put my hand in my bag where my mother's wand had been all day. I pulled the wand out of my bag and showed it to Ollivander. This wand was one of the only things I still had of my mother. It meant a lot to me.

"It's only that it is been broken and I was just wondering if you would be able to fix it." The wood of the wand was split and the unicorn hair almost fell out of it. Mr. Ollivander took the wand and looked at it very curiously while whispering: "Willow, ten and a quarter inches long… swishy," he looked up, "Dear girl, how did you get this wand?" he asked.

"It is my mother's." Ollivander's eyes wide open and his mouth forming a huge letter O.

"But then… you are… no that's impossible…"

"Emily Potter." Ollivander kept staring at me. I knew what he was thinking. I knew what everyone was thinking.

Emily Potter. Daughter of Lily and James, is alive?

"I wasn't there that night. I wasn't home when it happened", I explained. It felt weird to still call that piece of debris standing in Godric's Hollow my home. Ollivander nodded and disappeared in the depths of the shop. After a long time he appeared again with the fixed wand in his hands.

"I think this must do it," he said, "but be careful it is really fragile now."