"AMY! EMMA! YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE!"
I sighed.
"Coming, Remus!" I call. Let me explain. Remus isn't my dad. My dad's in Azkaban, for murdering his ex-school friend, Peter Pettigrew. I don't think he done it, but I don't know much. Me and Emma meet each other at the top of the stairs. We laugh and run down them jumping every other step. We get to t5he bottom at exactly the same time.
"How do you do that?" Remus asks.
"It's a twin thing." we say in unison. Our older sister Alex come out, dragging our trunks along.
"I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA BE LATE!" we shout, again at the same time. Remus looks exasparated. He grabs our hands, and we all hold our trunks. A quick turn, and we Apperate.
"Whoa." I gasp. "So this is Hogwarts..."
"Yes, Miss Black. And as you are a week late, you and Miss Black... And Miss Black need to follow me. Which one of you is which?" A stern looking teacher says, looking tired.
"I'm Amy." I say
"I'm Emma." Emma says
"I'm Alexia." Says Alex. I grin. No-one calls her that anymore.
"Yes, I knowyou, Alexia. As for you two." she gestures me and Emma, and Alex disapears."Brilliant, glad you could make it. Goodbye, Remus!" she waves Remus out, and he apperates back home. "Well, I am Professor McGonagol. Welcome to Hogwarts." she says, with a ghost of a smile. I gasp again, as she opens the doors to reveal The Great hall.
I take Emma's hand as we are taken to the front of the hall. "Where's Alex?" I whisper. Emma points at her. She smiles at us.
"As you may be aware, we have two new girls starting this year. As the two of them are in Third Year, they will be sorted first, before we eat anything." A man with a long white beard says.
"That must be Dumbledore!" Emma exclaims.
"Black, Amy!" McGonagol calls my name. I clamber up onto a three-legged stool. I shove the old hat over my hair. "Clever mind... Very mischervious, great mind. Slyhtherin would do you great... But for great pranks comes great courage, I sense a new GRYFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word to the whole Hall. I smile. Remus thought I would be a Gryfindor. I take a seat next to two identical ginger haired boys. "Congrtas." they whisper. I smile at them.
"Black, Emma!" I watch as Emma sits down. Almost imediatley the hat shouts it's decision.
"RAVENCLAW!"
I am devistatded. I wish Emma could ahve been with me, but I am happy for her anyway. I clap with everyone else.
I cheer for her because she looks happy. She sits next to a boy with white-blonde hair.
"Is she you sister?" A boy who I reciognise imediatley asks.
"Yes. You're Harry Potter!" I blurt suddenly.
"Yes. I am. " he sighed.
"Sorry." I said awkwardly.
Suddenly two ginger haired boys, nudge me.
"Hi. Fred fancies you." one of them said. The other rolls his eyes. I laugh.
"Nah, well I don't know you yet, so I might later on." he winks.
"OK, well, Fred, let me say one thing."
"Go ahead." Fred laughs.
"You have brilliant taste in girls."
The two ginger-haired twins and I are soon laughing our way through dinner, and all too soon, it's bed time.
I fall asleep almost imediatley, and my dreams are mixed again, of my dad being dragged past our house, as I sit on the fridge.
I wake up sweating, and with idea what my dream was about.
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[A/N]
I am thinking of ditching this chapter. It don't really fit in with the rest of the book I have drafted so far. Any thoughts???
Oh, yeh. I am Amy, and I am obssesed with Fred Weasley. That's why he's in me book wiv meh!
~Amy x