The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone

Quidditch through the Ages

**Emilia's POV**
Immediately I was worried as hell.

We were going to be expelled! We would have to go back to the Dursleys! I couldn't handle coming here, never mind going back!

Harry must've picked up my worry because he took my hand and held it tightly.

Together.

Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a classroom, asking if she could borrow wood.

Was she going to hit us? I thought that was a banned punishment.

A student stepped out of the classroom and Professor McGonagall seemed to be... smiling? What's happening.

"Wood," she practically beamed. "I have found your new chaser, and your new seeker!"

New what?

*******

Later, McGonagall and Wood (or Oliver which was his first name) explained what they were talking about.

Quidditch.

Each house had a team of seven players: three chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and one seeker.

Each year, all houses had a tournament to see who would win the quidditch cup, and apparently Oliver had always wanted to win, so he was making a dream team of sorts, and McGonagall wanted us to be on it.

I'd be seeker, and Harry and chaser.

"Congratulations on making the house team, mate!" Ron ran up to us on the halls, patting us on the backs. "You must be the youngest quidditch players in..."

"A century-"

"According to McGonagall." Harry and I altered talking. We figured this would be easier than speaking full sentences by myself.

"Congratulations love!" Fred ruffled my hair.

"Word gets round here fast," George laughed.

"Fred and George are on the team too," Ron added.

"Beaters!"

"We make sure-"

"That you two-"

"Don't get bloodied up too bad,"

"But don't worry lil' Emi, I won't let anything happen to you," Fred winked playfully.

"Yeah, Harry, I won't let anything happen to you," George said flirtatiously to Harry, blinking his eyes like a love-struck puppy.

"Shut up, Georgie," Fred nudged George in the side and they ran off to their next classes.

"You'll be great, guys," Ron smiled. "Don't let them get to you. Quidditch is so much fun once you get playing."

"But what if I make a complete fool of myself?"

"Me too." I was genuinely worried about falling off my broomstick or getting hit, or just down right not being good. I didn't even know the basics of the game, how was I expected to play!

"You won't make fools of yourselves. It's in your blood," Hermione said matter-of-factly, stepping up from behind us.

"Where the bloody hell did you come from?" Ron asked, surprised. "It's like you're a bloody ninja." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Follow me."

We followed her down a few corridors and eventually came to a large trophy room. There were many shiny things in the room.

"Look," Hermione pointed to a glass case with plaques inside.

Harry and I stepped closer and were shocked to see the words James Potter - Gryffindor Chaser 1971-1978

"Harry! You didn't tell me your dad was a chaser!" Ron gasped. I just looked at the shiny, gold plaque and smiled.

How much we didn't know about them is amazing. Mum and dad. So much to learn. What could've happened if they were here? Maybe they would've brought us up playing quidditch. Maybe they would've told us stories about what they did here, which was seemingly lots. Thinking what could've happened made my heart sink, having me feel like gravity was 10 times stronger than it was, pulling my heart and stomach down.

"Harry..." I leaned my head against his shoulder and he held my hand. I reached to my neck and took out mum's locket from the inside of my shirt. Carefully, I opened it, looking at mum, dad, and Harry, all looking back at me, smiling. Happy. Lately I don't think I could tell you the definition of happy, even if I wanted to.

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We had our next few classes and before we knew it, we were all heading to the dining hall for dinner.

I was still a bit down about Hermione showing us dad's plaque. Harry was going to be a chaser, just like him. Everyone has told us we looked just like mum and dad, except Harry has mum and I's eyes. I wonder if they would've been proud of us if they were here.

"What's the matter, love?" Fred came from his side of the table and sat down next to me with George at his side.

"It's our mum and dad," Harry answered for me. I just played with my dinner, sticking a few fork fulls in my mouth here and there.

"I'm sorry, love," George said sympathetically. "With that red hair though, you'll fit right into our family!" I let out a little laugh and leaned my head on George's arm.

"We're here for you, love," Fred whispered to me while playing with my hair. My eyes started to droop as the voices of everyone in the great hall started to get further and further. I tried to lift my head, but I was just too tired, and the side of my head was so comfortable on George's arm. Much better than the floor in the cupboard at the Dursley's.

The last thing I remember hearing was "Midnight it is then. Scared, Potter?"