**Harry's POV**
Way to go, Harry! You've made your own sister mad at you! Not just sister, twin! Twins were meant to be inseparable, but I hadn't seen her since she walked passed us crying! Never mind the fact that I haven't seen Hermione either. I hope they were alright."Harry, what's wrong with Emilia?" a girl came up to me in the dining hall and asked, both annoyed and worried.
"He didn't do anything, Angelina," George said, resting his forehead on his hand.
"Well you must've done something because both her and Hermione are in the girls bathroom, crying!" she yelled, hitting Ron, Fred, and me upside the head. "They told me it was you three, but they didn't say why. What did you do?" Before any of us could answer, Professor Quirrell came in yelling as if his life depended on it.
"Troll! In the dungeon! Troooooooooolllllllllll in the dungeon!" Everything went silent. "Just thought you'd 'ought to know," he murmured and fell face first to the ground, passed out.
Everyone started to get up in hysterics, screaming and running around like pigs sent to slaughter.
"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted, making everyone freeze. "Students shall follow their prefects to their dorms, teachers shall follow me to the dungeon," he said calmly. With that, everyone started to run in their designated direction. Though, something caught my eye. Snape didn't follow the teachers. He just went out a back door. I didn't know what he was doing, and honestly I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get out.
"Emilia!" I stopped in my tracks, looking at Ron as his eyes widened in horror at what he said. "Hermione and Emilia! They don't know!" Before having any real time to react, we both bolted towards the girls bathroom.
On our way to the girls bathroom, we saw a giant shadow from the light of the lightning.
"Troll!" Ron whisper-yelled. It caught sight of us, and my heart stopped. Thinking quickly, I saw a large chamber door with a key sticking out of the lock from the outside. Perfect!
"Ron," I whispered, pointing to the door. He must've caught on because we both bolted towards it, stood in front of it and waited for the troll to charge at us. Once it did, I threw open the door as it fell inside, closed the door, and locked it.
"Yes!" Our celebratory hug was interrupted by two ear piercing screams. Ron and I looked at each other, horrified. We turned our heads to face the chamber door we'd just shut and realized our big mistake.
"Hermione!" someone screeched from the inside. We both lunged at the door, trying our best to unlock it as quickly as we could. Once we'd gotten it open, we tumbled inside to see the giant, wart covered troll swinging at two little running figures with a club.
"Hermione! Move!" Ron yelled, tackling her to the ground right before the club made hard contact with the part of the floor she was just laying on.
"Where's Emilia!" I shouted.
"Harry!" I turned to see her and I jumped on her, hugging her as if it were the last time I'd get to, and with the situation, it just might've been.
Before I could think, the troll struck the club at us and we both went flying into the wall in opposite directions. When I'd lifted my head and adjusted my glasses, my vision was still blurry and all I could make out was a red headed figure running up to me.
"Emi?" I croaked.
"No, mate, it's Ron," he said as he helped me up. When I was finally stood up and could think clearly, I saw Hermione screaming for us.
"Harry! Ron!" she screamed, pointing up at the troll. He was holding Emi, getting ready to pitch her like a baseball. As his club swung down, I jumped on it and hung on with my life. I felt so nauseous I could've honestly thrown up all the candy I'd eaten before on the spot. After a minute or so of just swinging around, the troll dropped Emi onto the ground, but I was still on this ride. I'd somehow gotten to his head and shoved my wand up his nose, which was honestly disgusting, but he dropped me onto the ground so it was worth it. He lifted his club again, ready to squash me with it like I was a bug, and compared to the trolls size, I was.
"Harry! Move!" Ron yelled, but I was too frozen in fear. I closed my eyes, ready for the feeling of crushed bones and squashed flesh, but all I felt was a pain in the side as my head hit the floor. It wasn't as bad as the last hit, so I almost immediately got up, but I wish I didn't, because what I saw was Emi just laying there, crimson blood leaking out of her head in such loads that it was darker than her hair.
"Ah!" another scream. The troll was about the hit Hermione too, but Ron lifted his wand and screamed even louder;
"Wingardium Leviosa!" The club was floating in the air, then fell on top of the trolls head, knocking him out. He was about to fall onto Emi, but I grabbed her by the hands and pulled her out of the way, resting her head in my lap.
"Emi," I started to cry. Why did she push me out of the way! Why isn't she moving! "Emi, come on, wake up!" I started to yell, breaths caught in sobs. Hermione and Ron rushed over, not even minding the giant, knocked out troll in the middle of the girls toilet. "Emi!"
"Wh- what's happened here!" We turned to see a flustered McGonagall with her hand over her heart. "Ms. Potter?" She ran up to us along with another professor with an apron on.
"Flitwick, would you assist me in taking Ms. Potter up to the infirmary?" she asked, sounding almost calm. How would anyone be calm at such a time?!
"Yes, of course." They both started to take Emi from me and I broke down.
"No! No! Stop! Don't take her! Don't touch her!"
"Potter, I assure you she's in good hands," McGonagall tried to calm me down but I wasn't having it. I stood and ran after the two professors, pulling on the lady's arm.
"That's my sister! That's my sister!"
"Potter!" Snape pushed me back so hard Ron had to catch me and help me stay upright.
"You can see your sister later, Potter, in the meantime, would any of you care to explain what has happened here!" McGonagal demanded.
"We, we just- you see-"
"It was my fault Professor." Ron and I turned around to see Hermione... lying for us...? Did she get hit in the head too? "I went looking for the troll. I'm sorry. If it weren't for Harry and Ron," she paused to look at us. "I'd probably be in the infirmary with Emilia. The only reason she was here was to try to stop me." McGonagall looked at Hermione in disbelief, and so did Ron and I.
Did Hermione Granger just lie?
"Very well, as consequences for your actions-" I didn't listen to the rest of what McGonagall said. Honestly I couldn't hear it. My thoughts were screaming.
Emi...

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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...