❝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 stirred her cereal in the ceramic bowl around, making the blue flowers painted on it appear lighter. She was already looking forward to the delicious food served at Hogwarts, which made the breakfast in front of her pale in comparison.
She heard the front door opening and closing, and Tina mumbling to herself as she appeared in the kitchen where Emelia was eating.
"The final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports..."
Tina held the letter in the air, for her parents and Emelia to see. The blonde was also holding an envelope that was swamped with stamps.
"Who's Molly Weasley?" The question was directed to Emelia.
The fourteen-year-old frowned and stood up, taking the letter from her sister's hands.
After she read it, she rubbed her forehead and laid the letter on the kitchen table. "Molly's the mum of Ron and all of his siblings. The redheads – I think I told you about them..."
Tina looked surprised at her, "The nice lady I met in Di- Dia-something Alley?"
Emelia nodded, "Diagon Alley, yes."
"And they just invited you to a sporting event," her father said, arching a brown eyebrow.
"I guess so," shrugged Emelia.
"Well, that's wonderful! Why don't you write back to them?" her mother suggested with a smile.
♔
By the afternoon the next day, Emelia's trunk was packed. She sat on the couch in the living room with her parents and sisters, waiting for one of the Weasleys to show up.
She noticed that her mother had dressed a tad bit nicer than she usually did; her daily jeans and T-shirt were exchanged for a floor-length dress that was embroidered with colourful flowers. To make a good impression, probably.
The sound of fire roaring shocked Emelia out of her thoughts, and it made her look at the fireplace that was there more for decoration than anything else.
Mr Weasley stepped out first, brushing soot from his robes. He had red hair just like the rest of his children, and appeared quite lanky. The only difference was that he was balding.
Next up were Fred and George, who looked around as soon as they'd exited the fireplace.
Emelia's family looked at the trio of wizards with eyes the size of dinner plates. It made sense, considering that they'd never seen other wizards and their way of transport.
