Together (Charlie Weasley love story)

Platform 9 3/4

I see platform nine and ten at Kings Cross Station, I'm overly excited. I decided that my phoenix was going to be named Star. I saw a bunch of red heads and walked over to them slowly. Moony couldn't be here to say goodbye, so I apparated.
"Hey," I said finally reaching the family. They all said hello as I let them go through the barrier. Mrs. Weasley told me to go before her, she still seemed weary of me. I wish Moony could have been here. Oh, Moony got me a new necklace with a silver dragon charm, he put a spell on it to make it look like it's flying.

Mrs. Weasley glared at me every step that I took. I understood that I was daughter of a "murderer", but does everybody need to be rude. I think Bill was the nicest one in the Weasley family from what I could tell. He was so nice to me when we first met, even though I'm 95 percent sure he knew what my father had supposedly done.

I got on the train and was immediately called by two voices, Bill and Charlie. I turned around to face them with a sweet smile on my face, I was truly happy.

"Hey, come sit with us," Bill said, I could tell Charlie was uneasy about me but agreed anyways.
"Okay, thanks," I said.
"So, what house do you think you'll be in?"
"Slytherin, everybody but my dad was in it, I don't believe he killed those people. But my input doesn't really matter does it?"
"I suppose not, do you think you have a chance at any other house?"
"Maybe, but I don't want to get my hopes up." I frowned. " Anyway, what house are you in?"
"Gryffindor, just like mum and dad."
"What house do you suppose you'll be in?" I asked Charlie.
"Gryffindor, like mum, dad, and Bill."
"I honestly don't think your mum likes me."
"She doesn't," Charlie said, Bill shot him a glare.
"Yeah, I could've guessed. Everybody judges me on my dad, but I'm not him. My image was affected by him." I sighed. "Well what's done is done." my hair went a dark blue color. The boys eyes widened.
"How- what-?" they stammered.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"Are you a metamorphogus?" my eyes widened and I looked at my hair.
"No," I said quickly trying to calm myself and make her go away.

I had a problem. My hair got longer and it turned royal blue with turquoise tips. I threw off my bracelet which gave me the power to change into that form. If you didn't know, I am the Blue Widow, I'm horrifying when I turn into her.

I have long royal blue hair with turquoise tips that reaches my waist, dark purple eyes, skin so pale I look like a ghost, blood red lips, along with blue smoke and lightning around me.

These are only the powers I know of, I'm said to have more powers than just shooting lightning at people, like when I walk as her the ground turns to ice. But I try and force myself to normal everytime she comes close to coming out, she's only been out long enough to shoot lightning. She is dangerous, but I can only become her with my bracelet.

I can only become her with my bracelet on because I am the last decendant of Merlin. His emerald is in my bracelet and that gives me enough power to turn into her. She comes out randomly, I have yet to learn control over her.

I don't like not having the bracelet because it is the only thing I have from my mother. Other decendants of Merlin have died because they used the power for the wrong reasons. My mother told me I have been the strongest decendant of Merlin since Merlin himself. But my mum died when I was 3 these are the last words she said to me.

I was worried they saw more of "her" before I could take the bracelet off. I grabbed my bracelet, put it on, grabbed my robes and left their compartment.  I ran to an compartment with only one person and they seemed to be sleeping.

*Charlie's P.O.V*
"That girl was mental," I said to Bill.
"Don't be rude," Bill said defensively.
"Why do you care? Ohhh, does Bill fancy a certain psychopath?" Charlie said as he watched Bill's ears go slightly pink.
"No," he scoffed. "Do you fancy a certain dragon lover?"
"Ha, as if, it's great that she loves dragons, but no thank you. I'm not into psychopaths."

Although, Charlie did actually like Emma, he could tell his brother did too. He decided to lie and try to not show his feelings towards her. He wanted to be friends though. They rode silently to Hogwarts.

*Emma's P.O.V*
The girl started to wake up about 10 minutes away from Hogwarts. She had short pink hair, blue eyes and tan skin.
"Hello, I'm Tonks," the girl said sleepily.
"I'm Emma," I said as Charlie came in.
"Hey, who are you?" Charlie asked Tonks.
"Tonks,"
"I'm Charlie," we made small talk for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.

When we finally got to Hogwarts I hopped off the train and saw a rather large man.

"Firs' years this way follow meh." said the large man. I walked towards him and stopped in front of him. "'ello dear, I'm Hagrid."
"Hi, I'm Emma, can I please ask where I'm supposed to go?"
"O'course dear, go to the boats." Hagrid said.
"Thank you," I said with a warm smile. I walked to the boats and got into one, then Charlie came and got in along with Tonks.
"Hey, why'd you run off back there?" Charlie asked.
"Sorry about that, not many people know abou- never mind, I can't say that." I replied, they looked curious.
"Okay, that's fine. I really just wanted to tell you I think Bill fancies you." I looked shocked and Tonks laughed.
"Not possible," I scoffed. "Your entire family hates because my last names Black."
"That's not how he sees you." Charlie replied with a smirk.
"Well, I won't believe it until he tells me, and I doubt he does."

I wanted to believe somebody other than Moony could care about me. I found it so difficult because everytime my last name is said, I get looks disgust, pity, hatred, practically any emotion that isn't good.

I don't believe I can be loved, because I know I can't. If I get sorted into Slytherin, they would welcome me happily into their horrific ways. If I was sorted into Ravenclaw, I would be looked at like a miracle just happened, the daughter of a "killer" is actually smart, wow. If I was sorted into Hufflepuff, they would welcome me with open arms because thats what they do, but that doesn't mean they enjoy me being there. If I was sorted into Gryffindor, I would be an outcast, I would be hated, I would be happy, but hated. I wonder if being friendless is worth happiness. I wouldn't feel right in Slytherin or Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. I honestly don't care where I'm put, I just don't want it to be Slytherin.

I heard a lot of people 'ohhh' and 'ahhh' at the castle as it came into sight. It was truly magnificent, the castle was huge and sat on a Scottish mountain. I absolutely loved it. As we made our way to the castle a strict woman came to get us and move us somewhere else. The woman was tall with black, graying hair in a tight bun, and emerald robes on. She smiled at us.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, I'm Professor  McGonagall, the sorting shall begin shortly, now follow me."  she said, we all did as asked. She led us to a large set of oak doors. "Now wait here quietly for me to come and get you." once she left everybody talked amongst themselves. It seems no one knows what quietly means. I was off to the side not really talking, when a girl with long blonde hair, tan skin, brown eyes and a slender body walked over to me.

"Hello I'm Cecilia Brown," she said with her hand out. I shook her hand.
"I'm Emma B-Black," I said and frowned when her eyes went wide.
"Oh, that's my friend I have to go," she said hurrying away. Tonks then came over.

"Hey Emma," she said.
"Hey, I feel like you should know, I'm Emma Black. If you chose to walk off and never talk to me again thats fine." she looked like I slapped her.
"Wow, okay, that's fine I don't care, I believe your a good person."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thank you."
"No problem."
"Your going to be a Hufflepuff."
"My parents were, but you didn't know that."
"Considering you didn't just walk away proves your a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin, but your to nice to be a Slytherin."
"Ha, true." Professor McGonagall then walked out.
"Please follow me into the Great Hall to be sorted." she said.

Then the nerves hit me. I was about to be the most hated person in school. Everybody got into a line and followed her. I wish my last name didn't start with b, I would be one of the first to go.