"So it's true then," a voice said from the back. "The Potters have come to Hogwarts." Emilia turned her head to see Draco.
Fred quickly made his way to the front, instinctively standing next to Emilia as if he were protecting her like he would with Ginny.
"Emilia," he said stepping up to Emilia, wearing a smug smile. He looked up at Fred and scowled. "Red hair, and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley."
"That would make two of us." Emilia defended. Everything went quiet and her face went as red as her hair.
"What?" Malfoy scrunched his face in confusion. "Why are you defending these, these freaks!"
"They're no more of a freak than I am, Malfoy," Harry snapped, standing next to Emilia, Ron close behind him.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter." He looked at Emilia. "Wouldn't want that pretty face to go to waste, now would we?"
Harry stepped back because he knew that the only things that would tick Emilia off were making fun of people she cared about, and judging her only by her appearance. And this little sh*t did both.
Emilia's hair turned pink and she punched Draco square in the face, so hard he fell backwards into his little gang.
"Miss Potter!" a strict voice said from behind them. Emilia's hair faded back to red as everyone turned to see the woman standing there, completely mortified, but again, Emilia could've sworn that she smiled! "What is the meaning of this?"
Emilia didn't speak. Harry piped up for her.
"He was making fun of our friends." The professor just smiled, muttering something that sounded like "James." She stood tall again, strict as a board."We're ready for you now,"
They all followed her into the room behind the doors. It was stunning! The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky (according to Hermione), there were floating candles everywhere, and all the students looked ecstatic.
Harry grabbed Emilia by the hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She squeezed it back.
When Emilia looked at the front, there was a stool and an old hat. She nearly screamed at the sight of the hat coming to bloody life and singing.
After it finished its song, everyone clapped and cheered.
"Now, when I call you name," the woman started. "You will come forth, sit on the stool. I shall place the sorting hat on your head," She lifted the hat. "And you will be sorted into your house,"
There was a tap on Emilia's shoulder. She turned but someone kissed her on the cheek and stopped her. She looked at Fred, laughing at the little joke.
"You'll be great, love," he muttered. Emilia laughed silently at the little joke, but couldn't help but feel happy.
"Abbot, Hannah," the professor called. A girl nervously stepped forward and sat on the stool. After a few moments, the hat yelled out.
"Hufflepuff!"
A few people later, Harry was called, and everything went to an instant whisper. He shyly stepped up and sat on the stool. Right before the hat flipped over his eyes, Emilia gave him a thumbs up.
While he was being sorted, she could hear Harry whispering some things to the hat. After a while, it finally called out.
"Gryffindor!!!!!!"
The cheers were the loudest, it almost hurt Emilia's ears. As the cheers died, the professor called.
"Potter, Emilia."
Everything went dead silent.
"Wooooh!!!! Go Emi!!!!!!" Emilia looked over her shoulder to see Fred and George clapping for her. She laughed. They were the only ones who seemed to be supporting her. Even Harry was too nervous for her to do anything but bite his nails.
Emilia shakily stepped up to the stool and sat down. The flap of the hat went over her eyes and she was left to hear voices. But not just any voices. A deep, scratchy voice.
"That's offensive!" the voice snapped.
In the crowd, Harry was Emilia jump on the stool in surprise.
"Yes, yes. Emilia. I've been looking forward to sorting you. You're just like your mother, you know. Only you have the pranks and mischievousness of your father. Good people, both of them. But anyways... back to you. Bright, very! You'd do exceedingly well in Ravenclaw. A good finder, yes. Yes, and a good friend too. You'd make a great Hufflepuff. But! Wait, yes, a thirst, for mischief. And I can sense now... yes. You will want to prove yourself to those who doubt you. Very true and out there, though you won't talk. You'd pass for a Slytherin... Gryffindor! A place where those brave and bold go, those both fit you! My my my, Emi. You're one complex mind you are. So where shall we put you?" A few moments of the hat thinking passed. "Better be...""Hi," Emilia chimed in. The hat paused.
"Hello."
"How're you?" Emilia asked. The hat laughed.
"Good, thank you. And you?"
"A tad nervous, but I think I'll be okay. I trust your judgment."
"You see but it's not just me, little Emi. It's all up to you. You choose where you go, what path you take. I merely direct you and help you find yourself first."
"Very wise words, sorting hat."
"Please. Call me Excogitatoris."
Emilia laughed.
"Did you know that your name, translated from Latin to English, means 'thinker' or 'designer'?"
"I do, wise one. 'Tis why I've always prized that name. Did you know, your name of Emilia, means to strive, rival, and excel?"
"I didn't know that. I do like that though. It gives my name real meaning."
"Tis not the name that gives the person meaning, but the person that gives the name meaning, Emilia."
Everyone looked at Emilia oddly. This has never happened before. The sorting hat was about to shout a house, then it just stopped. Now Emilia just sat there, swinging her legs back and forth, occasionally laughing. Whispers started to form around the great hall.
"Maybe she can't be sorted."
"Is she gonna get into two houses?"
"I wonder what the hats thinking."
Even McGonagall looked worried. She almost took the hat off of Emilia's head, but knew it would be wiser to leave it be.
Minutes had passed and Emilia and Excogitatoris were still talking.
"Oh, it has been lovely speaking with you, Emilia. Quite refreshing also."
"My thoughts exactly. But you knew that." They both laughed.
"Before I announce your house, there's one last thing I must tell you, seeing you may have trouble with this."
"What is it?"
"Emilia Potter. People who share wands and are accepted by them often share similar traits. You know of Amara Thompson, I trust?"
"Yes. Hagrid spoke of her. She used to have my wand."
"Yes. I can not tell you straight out, for that is against my purpose. However I may tell you, Amara Thompson, was a metamorphous."
"A what?"
"You heard me right. Keep that word in mind when you travel to the library."
"Thank you very much, Excogitatoris. It's been a pleasure."
"And thank you, Emilia Potter. I hope to meet you again."
Emilia held her breath as Excogitatoris shouted out the house of which she would spend the next 7 years with.

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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...