"Don't worry Ginny! We'll be home before you know it."
"Plus, we'll send you a toilet seat from Hogwarts."
"You shall do no such thing!" Emilia had heard from the trains hall.
"Fred and George are hilarious." Harry laughed.
"And cute." Emilia muttered.
"What?"
"Whaaaaat?" Emilia turned bright red.
Before Harry could question her, Ron, the red headed boy from the platform, popped his head into the compartment.
"Do you mind?" He nodded towards the seats. "Everywhere else if full."
"Not at all." Harry and Emilia smiled. Ron sat next to Emilia and across from Harry.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."
"Harry. Harry Potter. This is Emilia." Harry greeted for the both of them. Emilia smiled and waved. Ron looked at her and his ears reddened.
"Y-you- you're, Emilia Potter. I-I, I, uh, it's so nice to meet you, a-and Harry, of course," he stuttered.
Time passed and Ron and Harry talked loads, as Emilia mainly just made motions. It was fine though, because Ron accepted Emilia's muteness rather kindly.
"Excuse me," a bushy brown haired girl said from the doorway of the compartment. "Have any of you seen a toad? Neville's lost one."
Emilia shook her head no.
"No way! You're Emilia Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. I've read a lot about you, and you, Harry." She sat down next to Emilia, who was now sitting on her own side of the compartment. "You're very beautiful. However, I thought you had red hair and green eyes. Though, don't get me wrong; brown hair and blue eyes are beautiful too."
Emilia looked at her strange.
"Blue?" she asked in a whisper. Hermione grabbed a small mirror out of her robe and handed it to Emilia. She stared at herself, shocked. "Harry."
"Yeah?" He looked over from his conversation with Ron. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Emilia? Is that you?" She nodded. "What?"
"I don't, I don't know," she muttered.
"Well," Hermione chipped in. "I better go, but it was nice meeting you." She was about to leave but she turned to Ron. "You have dirt, on your nose. Just there. Did you know?" She turned and left, leaving Ron rubbing his nose with annoyance.
"Come on." Harry grabbed Emilia by the hand and ran to the bathroom. "Maybe we can wash it off."
"Harry, what's happening? Why are my eyes blue? And hair, how did it get, get brown?"
"I-I don't know, Emi, but we'll figure this out, I promise. Just don't freak out."
"Harry, my entire self looks different! I'm going to a new school, of course I'm going to freak out! The only way you used to be able to see me in a crowd is because of my hair! What if you don't recognize me? What if I change again?"
"Emi, breathe. This is only your anxiety again. You're going to be okay, we'll be okay, I'm right here."
Emilia took multiple breaths in.
"Okay. Okay." She gulped.
"You're all sweaty. Splash your face with some water."
Emilia turned the faucet on and splashed some water on her face. When she dried it with a towel, Harry gasped.
"See! You're all good now. Back to the good ol' red hair and green eyes. It's all good."
Emilia whipped around and stared at herself on the mirror.
"Yes!"
"Okay, we should go back to Ron now."
"Yeah,"

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The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone
Fanfiction"No matter where we go, at least we'll be together." "Right. Together." "Always?" "Until the very end." ******* Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Defeated he-who-must-not-be-named. What if there was one more? Emilia Potter. The GIRL who lived. Defea...