I do not own Harry Potter .
I sigh as I swing the load of groceries into the trunk of the car. I back up and wave before jumping to the side. The customer peels off and I feel a pop behind me.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Kimberley Irons," a voice says.
I turn and see a dark haired girl with odd red brown eyes. She smiles and brushes her hair from her face. The image of a young girl flashes through my thoughts. A name and sense of longing erupt in me. I don't register as tears drip down my cheeks.
"Emilia," I gasp confused.
"Yes, it is you," she says with a relieved smile.
I shake my head and blink. "I mean I am Kimberley Irons. Umm who are you?"
"Heh really? You just said my name," she says stepping closer.
I register a UK accent. "I know I look different but it happens with time," she says.
I blink and shake my head again. "No way are you the same Emilia I am thinking about. Not if you are speaking with a UK accent."
"Heh you don't remember? I moved with my adopted parents to England," she asks smiling in that way I can't forget.
Her head tilted to the side as a chocolate colored lock of hair falls across her face. My hand starts to move automatically.
"Really Em are you ever going to wear a clip in your hair," I say suddenly shifting to a UK accent myself and I stop. "Wait, stop. Listen, I am at work. I guess if you want to talk I have a break soon and I'm off in like 2 hrs."
I look at my handheld terminal and it flashes and resets.
"Sure, I'll wait," she says with a giggle.
"After all it's what family does,' she adds in a whisper.
I try to ignore the last part as I finish my shift. Through out it my terminal acts up even more than normal, if that's possible. My back is aching but that's what I get for loading groceries into peoples cars. I walk out of the store with my vest hanging off my arm and there she is.
"There you are, come on let's go grab a bite to eat. It will be my treat," she says hooking her arm in mine.
I feel conflicted. Part of me wants to pull away. Yet part of me feels comfortable. It's almost like a key going into a lock. We walk down to a sandwich shop.
"Go on, order what ever you want," she urges.
I nod and order a small turkey with lots of veggies and light dressing on wheat. She just smiles at me.
"Chips and a drink," the clerk asks.
"Sure for both of them," Emilia says sliding up.
"Uh it's ok I was just going to get water," I start.
"Oh, come on, live a little, we haven't seen each other in what..." She urges.
"31 years," I say quietly.
"Wow, it really has been that long. See, besides Daddy is covering it," she says as she holds out a card and tosses me a bag of chips.
I get some unsweetened tea trying to keep in mind my sugar levels. We sit down to eat and as we start to eat. We talk for a bit about our lives, before it gets to the point that I have to ask.
"Umm Emilia how did you find me," I ask.
She smiles and I swear I see a shimmer in her eyes. I feel tears rolling down my face.
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Three Little Snakelings
FanfictionThe stories were wrong. Harry Potter wasn't an only child. Harry didn't know he had any siblings. Until Hogwarts he couldn't remember much. Then there were the gaps in his memory, mentions of the little freaks and odd traces in his cupboard. When...