Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction

emma's birthday part 24

But all too quickly the time at the Burrow was coming to an end, Emma was excited to go to Hogwarts for the first time. But this was the first time she and Harry had been in a place that felt like home. Mrs Weasley was a far better cook than either of them could ever be… or anyone else for that matter, Emma's diet had been the most stable it had ever been. Mrs Weasley had also kindly shown Emma how to brew simple household potions, such sleeping draughts and headache potions. Mr Weasley was constantly fascinated by everything Muggle and always had at least one Potter near him during mealtimes so he could ask questions. Percy, still spent most of his time in his room, but at mealtimes he would occasionally talk about something interesting, normally Hogwarts, and Ginny and Emma were both really anxious to know more. Ron and Harry tended to spend a lot of there time playing Quidditch with the Twins and occasionally the girls. Loud explosions were frequently heard in the Twins rooms, but nonetheless dismissed as normal. Ginny and Emma spent most of their time together looking through magazines and comparing clothes.

Emma, for the first time in her life could behave like a little girl, or whatever you call an 11-year-old female experimenting with pink and purple clothing. The day before her Birthday, in one of the strangest conflictions of his life, Harry was both thrilled and disturbed to find his sister and Ron's sister clad in red, pink, purple and other 'girly colours' as Ron decried them, with their toes and fingernails painted and their hair braided. It wasn't that Emma didn't suit hair braiding, or nail painting or have the right to dress in whatever she wanted. But her hair was braided in so many ways, so many times it looked like Mopsus' ugly double had died on her head. Unlike Ron and his sister, Harry did not make any demeaning comments to his sister… this time. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who'd worn Dudley's hand-me-downs and slept alongside him in a cramped cupboard, Harry was just happy that Emma could finally be an 11-year-old Girl, he didn't have the heart to tell her how horrible she looked.

Today was Emma's Birthday, and Mrs Weasley was all too aware that this little girl had never had a birthday party before and her only birthday cake was sent by owl post by Hagrid. Mrs Weasley cooked up a large dinner that involved the sacrifice of the largest of the Burrow's Chickens, masses of roast potatoes, Yorkshire Pudding, White Pudding, and a portion of mixed vegetable of which one serving and consumption of was compulsory. Even by Weasley standards it was a considerable amount of food. Everyone enjoyed it of course, including Mopsus who was nibbling at cut up scraps of Chicken breast in gravy. However Emma removed his dish after the chicken was gone because she wasn't sure if it was healthy for a Kneazle kitten to lap up large quantities of gravy. Mopsus of course glared at Emma but quickly forgave her after she gave him another damp bit of chicken.

At the end there was an extra large carrot cake with eleven candles in it. As everyone sang "Happy Birthday!" to Emma the candle colours changed from the conventional orange flames to green, to blue, to purple and back in time to the singing. At the end of the singing when everyone cheered the candles flared bright red and small smoke vapours that escaped and formed a red heart above the table. Then in, Gold writing, words appeared on the heart:

"Happy 11th Birthday to Emma Potter from the Weasley's of the Burrow

… and Harry!

With love from!"

The Heart then smokely in black writing revealed everyone's signatures, as if they'd been written in ink.

As the heart hovered above the table for another two minutes before disappearing, Emma found that she couldn't see it properly because of the moisture in her eyes.