Quidditch with... him.

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**Harry's POV**
My mood was absolutely ruined.

"Snape?!" Ron, Fred, George, and I yelled in unison. Wood had just told us that Snape was going to be the referee for our next quidditch match against Hufflepuff.

"We're doomed. It's settled. We're gonna die," Ron threw his hands up in defeat.

"This is in no way a we situation mate, you don't even play!" George yelled (though half jokingly).

We looked towards the entrance of the great hall and saw Emi and Hermione coming towards us.

I knew Emi remembered everything. But I also knew she'd never admit it. Fred was right, she is stubborn, but her emotions are 100% valid and justified considering what we went through with the Dursley's. She was in no way over dramatic. If anything she hid her true emotions too well.

"Hi guys," Hermione spoke with a smile. Emi just smiled. Her eyes turned a brilliant lapis blue, but before I could admire her unique trait of changing her appearance, she looked down.

"Guess who's reffing today's quidditch match against Hufflepuff?" Ron said flatly. Honestly he sounded more outraged than all of us combined, but it just made him all the more lovable. It took her a few tries, but she got it.

Hermione looked confused. "But they'll be a total bias!"

"I know," Fred moped.

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**George's POV**
The time for the game had finally come.

Everyone was on their brooms, then Snape came out, all black robes and goggles on his eyes, and with a whistle in hand, he began the game.

I instantly flew up, looking for a bludger to hit towards a Hufflepuff. I always felt bad hitting the Hufflepuffs. They always played fair, and were always so nice.

I looked around, ready to be hit by a bludger and have no whistle blown because of it. Bloody Snape, why him?!

As I was looking around I caught a glimpse of Emilia- she was flying around, eyes focused, arm outstretched. She flew high up into the atmosphere, along with the Hufflepuff seeker, but not high enough for us not to see her catch the snitch.

Wow. That game lasted less than five minutes.

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Later that night, I ended up talking with Emilia. Harry wanted her to go on a midnight broom ride with him, but I insisted. I had to talk with her. Fred ended up going with him on Emi's broomstick as Harry didn't want to go alone.

I knew she remembered everything. Honestly I'm pretty sure everyone knew. No one was addressing it though.

"Remember what I said?" I asked, glancing at her, the dancing flames being the only thing lighting the common room up.

"'You are in no need of someone to love you. You are capable of creating your own love for yourself," Emilia recited as if from a book, still gazing into the fire. "I still think you stole that from a fortune cookie or something," she laughed.

"What's a fortune cookie?" She must've forgotten I'm not very accustomed to the non-magic world.

"It's a Muggle thing," she placed her hand on my arm for a second before letting go and hugging herself once again, knees brought to her chest. "George, do you think I'm sensitive?"

I looked at her. She reminded me so much of me when I was younger. Always in the shadow of the older twin, not because they placed themselves over you, but because you were scared to see beyond anyone but then. Scared because the world is scary.

"I do. I think you're very sensitive. You take things to heart. That's not a bad thing, Emilia. That's how you're going to change the world. With that good heart of yours. And remember: sensitive does not mean soft. You could be crying and still smack a bitch." The last comment made her laugh, and I couldn't help but let out a chuckle myself.

"Thank you George," she yawned, her head falling onto my shoulder, arms still hugging her knees to her chest.

"Emi, you should probably get upstairs," I whispered. "Emi?" I shook her slightly, but she was passed out. I couldn't bring her to her dorm, the stairs would turn into a slide. Should I move? Should I stay? I have no idea. My brother likes this girl, but she's so peaceful. Eventually I myself got too tired and started to doze off, my head leaning on the top of Emi's.

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