Hi, my name is Emma Potter you probably know my backstory already but I am going to tell you anyway. I was born on August 26th, 1981 exactly 66 days before my parents were murdered! I still can't get the idea wrapped around my head, up until a few months ago I thought my parents died in a car crash, you know how normal 21-year-olds usually go but turns out that was not the case. okay let me recap, I grew up with my aunt, my uncle, my annoying cousin, and my a little less annoying brother, Harry Potter. For 10 years I have been taught to be invisible, hidden in my stupid cupboard under the stairs with two tiny beds ( probably made for toddlers), but I am not so good at being invisible, I often make stupid decisions that get my aunt and uncle angry, what's worse is that Harry always gets in the way which usually results in them forgetting about me and punishing him instead, he never complains about it but I hate it, I try my best not to make any trouble for his sake but it never works, sometimes it just feels like I am possessed or something and I can't control my anger, but this routine has stopped for several months now, not because I stopped making trouble bit because Harry is not here to take the blame anymore. Last July my brother started getting a lot of weird letters addressed in his full name, my uncle went into this crazy phase trying to stop him from reading them, until we went to that island in the middle of the sea just to avoid the letters my and harry were trying to sleep on the floor with the little number of blankets we could get I was silently counting trying to figure out what day of the month is it when Harry whispered "it's almost my 11th birthday you know" of course how can I forget, I turned around "umm I know idiot I was just going to say so" I said trying not to smile, he smirked "oh obviously, because you never forget anything"

"Oh shut up, I wish we had a watch to know how long is it till midnight" Harry pointed to Dudley's arm draped from the couch it read 11:57. I held my fist like a microphone " So How was your eleventh year on this earth mr Potter" i whispered

"Well, considering I am locked in an island in the middle of the sea with my crazy relative I would say those last two minutes are probably the best of it". We chuckled, and then Harry frowned, I know for a fact he was thinking of the unknown letters, he was growing as obsessed with them as Uncle Vernon and honestly I couldn't blame him it was really exciting knowing someone out there knew about us, like we weren't alone, which made it all the more infuriating not to be able to read what's in it. "Do you think those letters have something to do with our mum and dad?" I asked very quietly that I doubted Harry even heard me, but he sighed " I don't know, Emma, but I think it's possible, i mean whoever wrote those letters seems to know us, it's crazy how it keeps following us everywhere" he said

"I wish they keep doing it though maybe we'll eventually get to sneak one," I said, then I glanced at Dudley's watch it read 11:59, I sat up "Well, I don't know about you but my brother is about to turn 11 in about 15 seconds"

" You figured that all by yourself ?" He teased, " ten," I said, and he smiled exasperated, "don't make a big deal Emma," he said "You're going to wake them and get us in trouble"

"Nine" I continued ignoring him

"I know you can count, Emma you don't have to prove it"

"Eight" I whispered again

"You're impossible," he said

"Seven" he raised his hands in a giving-up gesture

"Six" I continued

"Five," said Harry giving in

"Four" we whispered together

"Three, two...one". The door collapsed.

I remember how it felt having my world turned upside down while Hagrid explained about magic and our parents' deaths, I always

imagined how excited I would be if some distant family came to claim me or if some rich old couple decided to come and adopt me after they saw me coming home from school or something, but in those imaginary scenarios of mine I was always excited and I jumped to the opportunity, but while Hagrid was telling us about the magic boarding school we can attend, I felt like I was scared, no I wasn't scared, I was terrified. It's not like I was scared of Hagrid, as huge as he was, there was something about him that made me feel safe, I liked feeling safe. Maybe that's why something in me felt like it was somehow better to stay with her abusive family than go to some school she knows nothing about, but no it's not better it's just safer, when Hagrid got to the part about the dark wizard that killed my parents, fear was replaced by anger, I wasn't sure who exactly I was mad at, the dark wizard for murdering my parents, my aunt and uncle for lying to me all those years, or whomever those wizards who knew my parents and never thought to tell us anything. When Hagrid said I couldn't go with them to Diago Alley or whatever it's called I lost it, I felt the familiar feeling of anger bubbling up and working faster than my thoughts. " You are not going to just burst in here, take my brother, and go this is plain stupid," I said not picking my words anymore, "I don't care if you're a wizard, I don't care if I am a wizard, I want to stay with him" Hagrid was staring at me, it was probably just the lighting but I could have sworn I saw a tear trickle down the big giant bloke's face, I felt bad. Harry put his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down. "We are kind of a package deal, Hagrid," said Harry gently, Hagrid smiled, "I understand you two don't want to be separated but Emma is not old enough to go to Hogwarts, but I promise you next year her letter will be waiting for her and she can attend Hogwarts with you, Harry"

"next year," I said my voice breaking "It's not like he's leaving right now," said Hagrid hurriedly, "the term starts on the first of September, we are just going to get his requirements for school tomorrow, it won't be long". I stared at him, then at Harry, he looked desperate like this was the last chance for him to live, which was kind of true, I remembered how he always put himself between me and my aunt and uncle whenever I messed up and I felt selfish, this is good I told myself it's good for both of us, it has to be, so I shut up the scared clingy little girl in me and smiled, " promise me you'd be back, Harry" I said, "I promise" he said.

When Harry came back from Diagon Alley and told me everything he saw, I started to get excited, my aunt and uncle were ignoring us now which was good, we had a lot of time locked in our new room talking about every little detail he saw, the shops, the people, other students, the money our parents left us. It all felt like a dream, but with every passing day, my heart filled with dread. I didn't want to be parted from Harry, the thought alone made me terrified, he was the only person I could talk to, the only reason I felt a little safe, with him gone I didn't know how I would deal with the Durslys or school or anything, but I didn't say anything to him, I knew how excited he was and didn't want him to back out just because of me, one year I told my self only one year.

Now the year is almost over, Harry is coming back tomorrow, and I simply can't wait. He had been sending me letters with his new owl Hedwig, she would come at night when the Durslys were asleep, I've grown fond of her and the letters were full of adventures, this school was truly amazing, I can't wait to finally be there, maybe I would also have friends like Ron and Hermione, every day I just fall asleep to some daydream about me being in this magic filled school and wishing Harry is okay, and finally, tomorrow he will be back.