Forgotten

Book 1 Ch 2

Harry's POV

"Ron. Harry. Did you get lost?"

A pretty girl rounded the corner, nearly running into us. I had seen her with Ron's twin brothers the night before. Her large, hazel eyes were gentle as she looked over us. Her calm demeanor contrasted the twins almost completely. A second girl rounded the corner, linking her arm in the first's. She waved to Ron as if they were old friends. The second girl stood to the first's shoulder, with smooth blonde hair falling to her shoulders. Ron turned a shade of red that matched his Gryffindor colors at the sight of the two girls.

"A bit. They didn't really tell us where to go?" Ron answered.

"Where are you headed," the first girl said. "I'll catch up to you."

Her friend nodded before starting back down the hallway, "Don't be late this time."

When she was far enough down the hallway, Ron answered. "Transfiguration."

Her full lips tore into a smile that soothed our nerves. "Should be an interesting class for you, Ron. Come on, then."

She made long, confident strides that made us huff after so long.  From the look of the path she led us, we had been nowhere near Professor McGonagall's classroom. When we reached the class the girl came inside with us despite being two years older than any other student in the room. McGonagall looked up at her from over the rim of her glasses. The strict look on her face began to disappear at the sight of the student.

"Ms. Evans, what brings you here?" McGonagall asked.

"I found Harry and Ron lost so I brought them here. Please don't mark them tardy." The girl said.

"Very well. I will send Professor Sprout a letter excusing your tardy when I get a moment. Head to class now, Ms. Evans."

The girl waved goodbye to Ron and me before making her way out of the classroom. Her eyes lingered on me for a moment longer then Ron as she passed us. We took our seats at the only two open seats left in the room beside each other. Everyone turned their attention back towards Professor McGonagall at the sound of her clearing her throat.

"Who was that?" I whispered to Ron.

"Emily Evans, she's been a friend of Fred and George since their first year. I s'pose we should have asked her for directions a long time ago. She lives here after all." Ron answered.

"Lives here? But she can't be much older than us."

"She's only a third year. Percy told me that she was orphaned at a young age, so Professor Dumbledore gave her permission to live here until she graduates from her seventh year." Ron waved his hand dismissively as if this were a piece of common trivia "Fred and George don't like it when people bring it up though, so I wouldn't mention it to them."

An orphan at a young age? I could relate rather well to that, but to not have anyone to stay with at all? Why couldn't Hagrid just keep me in the school until I was old enough to attend? Seemed like a better lifestyle then living with the Dursley's. McGonagall's eyes snapped towards the two of us and instantly scolded us for speaking out of turn.

Emily's POV

The soft glow of the cackling fire inside of the Gryffindor Common Room encased the surrounding area from wall to wall. Fred and George entertained a group that surrounded us while I sat between them flipping through the pages of a book. On occasion I would look up from the novel to add to the twins' elaborate telling of one of their pranks. A hand touched my shoulder to pull my attention from the story. Alison jumped onto the edge of the couch with a smile etched on her face.