Emma Parkinson: the life of a family traitor. (Harry Potter fan-fiction)

On to Hogwarts: A look in the past

 J.K Rowling owns everything execpt Emma, I own her. I hope you guys really like this it my first fan fiction so it may suck so PLEASE make suggestions!! 

Chp. 1 On to Hogwarts: A look in the past

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“Come on Emma. Why are you always such a slow coach!!” yelled my twin sister Pansy from down the corridor of the train. It was our first day of Hogwarts and the train was full of chattering people all excited to get back to school. I saw my sister disappear into a compartment with a blonde boy and two young looking thugs. I was still slowly walking down the corridor taking in all the sites when I saw a boy with black hair, stunning green eyes, glasses but the thing that really grabbed my eye was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Not wanting to be rude I walked past but unfortunately my curiosity got the better of me. “Um excuse me, are you Harry Potter?” I asked shyly. “Um, yeah.” He responded. “Wow that’s cool as.” I replied awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Hey, there’s a spare seat in this compartment if you want.” He asked pointing to the open door to my right with a boy with blazing red hair and a girl with bushy hair and an intelligent air to her. “Um sorry but I have to go sit with my sister.” I say feeling my face going red. “Ok well I guess I see you around. Um what is your name by the way?” He asked quizzically. “Oh yes um… Emma Parkinson.” I answer. “See you round then Emma.” He says as he walks into the compartment and closes the door. I can see the girl with bushy hair ask him who that was. I keep walking down the corridor until I hear my sister shriek with laughter from a compartment in front of me. I open the door and quietly slip in.

“Where have you been Emma?” My twin sister Pansy asked. “Um nowhere. Just talking with someone.” I responded quietly. I had always been shy around my sister. We were twins but not identical. I had dark brown hair and blue eyes and Pansy had black hair. Pansy always stole the lime light. I don’t even think my father remember he has two daughters anymore. My mother always loved me more but she died when we were 7. “Anyway Emma if you’re going to be like that then I may as well introduce everyone. This is Draco Malfoy” she said pointing to the blonde boy on my left “And these are Crabbe and Goyle” pointing to the young thugs opposite me. They didn’t look like they could string two words together and they didn’t surprise me. They both mumbled something that sounded like “Hello Emma” but it was hard to tell. Draco caught my eye though. His blonde hair was parted in the middle and his posture and the way he talked showed that he thought he was better than everyone else. “Hello Emma. You didn’t happen to be talking to the famous Harry Potter before did you?” He asked curiously.  “Maybe.” I mumbled back. There was a sharp intake of breathe from my sister. “The Harry Potter, the one who defied the Dark Lord.” She breathed. “The very same.” Nodded Draco. After awhile they seemed to forget I was there and while many people would find it hard to get lost in ones thought when a shrieking girl with a high pitched voice was sitting next to you, I was used to it. Pansy was always ranting about this or that at home. It wasn’t until about half way through our trip that I heard something that caught my interest. “Ah, the Weasley boys. Father told me about them. Their father works at the Ministry of Magic but his job is to do with muggle artefacts. Ha how ridiculous. You can always spot a Wealsey by their flaming red hair and their second-hand clothes and books. Father said there was going to beanother one in our year” Draco drawled. Pansy shrieked with laughter. I saw the two boys walked past the compartment. My mind immediately wandered to the boy in Harry compartment with the red hair. “What is he Weasley boy in our year called?” I piped up. “I think I may be Ronald.” Draco answered without looking my way and continued his conversation with Crabbe about the potions teacher. So, I now know the names of the two boys in that compartment Harry and Ronald. But who was the girl. “Draco, do you know all the people coming this year?” I asked expected the answer to be yes. “No, I only know the people worth knowing or the losers that shouldn’t be here.” He replied angrily. I saw I had offended him and Pansy gave me an evil look for it. They all started talking about boring things so I zoned out again until a topic of my interest came up: houses. “Well, obviously Crabbe, Goyle and I are going to be in Slytherin. What house are you going to be in Pansy?” Draco asked smugly, completely ignoring me. “Slytherin. My mother and father were in Slytherin.” Pansy said proudly. I knew that I didn’t want to be in Slytherin. For one I didn’t believe what the Dark Lord did was right unlike the rest of my family and clearly Draco too. And I didn’t want people to think I am anything like my sister. Because even though we look alike and sound alike I am nothing like her. This is a new school where I can finally prove that to people. I stand up and say “I’m going to go get changed.” I leave without anyone giving me a second glance. But as I left the compartment and shut the door behind me I swear I saw Draco Malfoy look up and catch my eye.

The train stops at the Hogsmede Station and everyone piles of the train. A gigantic man with bushy grey, brown hair loomed above us shouting “first years over here, first years.” I walked over there with Draco and Pansy who were talking rapidly about something I couldn’t hear above the racket of the station. We all began to slowly follow the huge man as he led us two some boats. In the distance I could see the castle of Hogwarts. My home for the next 7 years... I piled into a boat with Draco Malfoy and Pansy wishing I could be in the boat with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and the girl because I am sure that would be a lot more fun than sitting with my shrieking sister. I looked down and saw my reflection in the lake along with the sparkling lights from the boats and I knew that this was going to be a good year despite the train trip.