- Hey, little one -. It was Draco. - What do you want, Malfoy? - you asked. He was walking towards you, with a smile on his face and arched eyebrows. - I just wanted to tell you - he started - that I could forgive you for being a Gryffindor - he was...
It was a beautiful day in mid-June. You're in your bedroom, while doing your homework. Truly, this should be also your brother's bedroom, but that ungrateful wasn't there. He went to that wonderful school... The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of Hogwarts, without even thinking about you. "You're a wizard, Harry", that giant told him, that damn night; and in a few days, he was gone. Oh, surely he's many friends, now, while you're working a lot every single day at the Dursley's house. Now that it comes to your mind, one of the few things Harry had told you was: - It's only one year, sis. Only one year.- Only one year, he said. But in that moment he was getting on the train which was gonna change his life forever. You were instead the one who had to stay.
However, at least Harry had written you some letters. One of them talked about the boy you two had known in Diagon Alley. It said he wasn't kind, intelligent or generous at all. Now you remember: the boy you had met had blonde hair, and, like your brother, was trying a uniform (probably a Hogwarts one) when you walked into Madam Malkin's shop. That's true, you have to admit he didn't seem very talkative, but he didn't even look that bad. While Harry was trying a uniform, you went to look the dresses and the jewels. You fell in love with a particular necklace: it had the chain made of white gold, and a heart-shaped emerald.
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A few minutes later, the boy, who was talking with Harry (Harry mostly answered with some "yeah, sure" and "you're right", since he didn't know what the other was talking about), asked your brother: - But... Tell me, is that your sister? - - Well, yes. Why? - - Just wondering. You know, you don't look very similar - - Did anyone call me? - you asked - no, because otherwise I'd return to see the dresses, honestly.. - - Oh, no, I was asking him if you two were siblings - said the boy - However, I noticed you were staring at that necklace. You like it, don't you?- suddenly his voice became more curious, clarion. - Nah, it's nothing - you lied, not knowing you were blushing. - Are you sure? - He was practically staring at you, with arched eyebrows and an expression in the middle between the malicious and the amused - Anyway, what's your name?- - My name... Er... - you were unsure because of Harry, who was looking at you very badly; but you decided to go on with the conversation - My name's Emma, Emma Pott... - - We're done here, sis! Why don't we go out? - And he pulled you out from the shop, with the doubtful look of the boy behind you two. Why did he do such a similar thing? You remember you asked Harry: - What's wrong with you?! I can't even talk to people, now? - - I didn't like that boy. He reminded me of Dudley. - - Dudley?? Seriously, Harry? Dudley is much, much worse! - - You can't know, perhaps you day so because you don't know him well enough. - - Why are you always so negative? You can't judge a person if you've known them for ten minutes! - you were really upset because of your brother's comportment. - Things are different, in this case. Now forget the boy, we have to meet Hagrid in front of Ollivander. - Basically, that's what happened...
A few minutes later, you're looking at Hedwig, the only mean of communication between you and your brother. Then you look at the mirror, and see your reflection: your dark red hair are a bit too long, you may ask Aunt Petunia to cut them. You also notice your clothes: today are the old Dudley's T-shirt (the one with the teddy bear... Simply too awkard), huge for you, and Harry's old jeans (but before they were Dudley's). The only thing which wasn't too large for you, was your belt. Aunt Petunia let you buy it because you had won the school's competition. To be precise, a science competition. You were good at science. You were the best at science. Harry... No, he wasn't. At all. He was the best at P.E. And, from what he told you by letter, he was very good at Quidditch, too. You didn't know what the hell Quidditch could be. You had supposed it may be a sport students practice at Hogwarts, but you're not sure, because when you asked your brother what this "Quidditch" was, he answered: - I won't tell you. I don't wanna ruin you the surprise. But, believe me, it's fantastic. - Basically, the only thing you knew about Hogwarts, was that you had to receive your letter when you turned 11; for you, less than a month...
