❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Emelia and her sister Tina exited Gringotts after withdrawing some money and were met with a group of redheads.
"Emelia!" Hermione yelled gleefully.
She embraced the young witch all of a sudden and Emelia froze, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
"It's good to see you again." Hermione eyed Emelia. "Did you get taller over the summer?"
Emelia laughed nervously before answering, "I guess so."
It was then that Harry approached them with a grumbling Ron trailing after him.
"Hello, Emelia," Harry grinned. "Who's with you?"
The witch pointed at the blonde that had been standing awkwardly at her side. "This is Tina. My sister."
The Muggle smiled and gave a small wave at the friends of her sister.
"Oh, Ron! Is this another friend that we don't know about?"
A plump redheaded woman approached them with a cluster of redheads following.
"No, mum. This is Emelia."
The woman smiled warmly at her. "It's nice to meet you, dear. Ron's told me about you."
Emelia nodded and looked at her sister, "I still need my books, Tina."
"You're going to Flourish and Blotts?" Hermione asked. "We were about to go there, too."
"Great!" Tina interrupted them. "We can all go together then." The blonde gave a pointed look at her sister.
It'd been the first time Emelia really had some friends, and Tina wanted nothing more for her little sister than that.
"Isn't it thrilling? Gilderoy Lockhart's going to be there! We can actually meet him! I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" Hermione's smile was as wide as it could get.
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Emelia and the others threaded their way through a chattering throng of middle-aged ladies, all craning their necks for a view of Lockhart –A golden-haired wizard--, who sat signing books at the rear of the shop.
At the sight of him, Mrs Weasley patted her hair.
"There he is!" she gushed.
"Mum fancies him," Ron explained.
For that, Mrs Weasley gave Ron a jab in the shoulder. A short man with a camera bumped past.
