**Hermione's POV**
"Harry, this is a bad idea! You didn't tell me we were leaving the grounds!" I whisper yelled.
"Yeah, I know, but we're not leaving the grounds, we're leaving the castle." I rolled my eyes at him. Why did I become ride or die with them?
Up ahead, Ron and Emilia were walking together, Fred and George being behind Harry and me.
**Emilia's POV**
"And we all ended up passing out into a candy coma for about... well I don't even know! We practically fell asleep on each other until we were forced to wake up again," Ron laughed and I laughed with him. He was telling me stories about my life so far- or at least how much of it he's been in so far. He's so funny and nice, I hope I get to remember him soon.
"That sounds amazing. Do you have any other stories?"
"Umm... let me think..." he stood still, thinking for a moment. "Oh! Quidditch!"
"Pardon, what did you just call me?" I asked, putting a hand over my upper chest. What did he just call me?!
"Oh, no, quidditch. It's a sport! You and Harry are on the Gryffindor team. You're a seeker."
"Oh, sounds fun! What're you?" He laughed, looking down then back up again.
"Bench warmer." I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "I don't play. You and Harry are the only first years that play."
"Oh... well, maybe sometime you can ride with me," I smiled. "Ya know, once I remember how to ride." We both laughed. His eyes were captivating. The same eyes the other two gingers had.
"We're here!" Harry announced as we stepped into the light from the window. "Come on, we 'ought to knock." Fred stepped up, raising his hand.
Knock knock knock.
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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...
