Emily Potter, Year 1

I’m Emily Lily Potter. If you haven’t already guessed by the last name, I’m Harry Potter's sister. We’re both the same age, we’re twins. I look like our mother and he looks like our father, Weird huh? I don’t live with the all terrible Dursley’s and I sure as heck don’t live under the stairs! I have been living with my godfather (Remus Lupin) since I was about 5. My mother (Lily Potter) dropped me off at the home of some Muggles less than a day before she died. But the first 5 years of my life were worse than Harry’s, since I was painfully skinny and usually ended cut by broken glass (I had magical issues with the windows). But Lupin managed to locate me when I was 5 and it was a heck of a lot better after that. Anyway, I’m going to go to Hogwarts soon and that should be real fun, maybe I’ll even make some friends!


10. Letter, Jasmine and an effing Troll

                                                                          Emily's P.O.V.

One week later……

I finally got a reply from Lupin I was rather mad at the owl who looked a little loony. Its eyes weren’t looking in the same direction and it flew kind of funny. It wasn’t like that when I sent it off so it must have lost its mind after that. It kept spinning its head around. It was rather freaky. He left and crashed into the wall.

I sighed, the owl was worse than Errol, The Weasley’s owl who failed to fly right. I happily began to read his reply, I won’t deny that I missed him and his excessive use of pointless advice.

Dear Emily,

Happy to hear your in Griffindor!  Seems you’ve had a better first week than I expected! Not that I expected it to be bad or anything. I’m rather glad to hear you’ve found some friends. I’ve known a few Griffindor’s who’ve been friends with Slytherins. Your mother being one of them.

The last name Warlord seems frimiliar to me. I’ll send you a letter if I can remember why. Don’t turn Panther into an Owl no matter how good at Transfiguration you are, I don’t think he would be particularly happy about that.

Transfiguration is a very complex thing and if you managed to get that far with the match (without setting it on fire) I’d say that’s pretty good. Potions huh? Your mother was rather good at Potions as well.

Ah yes Severus Snape. He was never really fond of your father, Jealous of his skill on the Quidditch Field perhaps. Harry probably reminds him of James so he hates Harry much in the same way he did James. And he did dislike many people when I was at school. In my opinion it sounds like he hasn’t changed much.

No hope at Defense Against the Dark Arts? Just study….. a lot. One of the most interesting subjects really. I won’t go into depth onto why it’s interesting because I’m sort of short on parchment at the moment. And you’ll pass with better than acceptable. I am sure of that.

If you ever need anyone to help you with Charms I’m right here. I’m not that terrible at them. He hates students in general…. Between you and me he’s a Squib. And don’t kick the cat. That’s not nice and it would give away your position. I think you get why.

Mrs. Norris probably thinks your suspicious. So do nothing wrong and you may “accidentally” trip over her and get away with it. And I’m happy to hear your working on homework. J  

P.S. Please write sooner I have no one to talk to…and  its rather boring without you.

P.P.S. The owl was like that when it came to me. So don’t think I was torturing it or anything. Try using another one… I think that one was quirky.


                                                       Remus Lupin


“Yeah short on parchment.” I said looking at the length of the letter. I happily read over it a few times, I was homesick okay! I missed him. Seeing that Jasmine was coming over I stuffed the letter in my pocket.

“Hey.” She said and sat down beside me We hadn’t spoken about the midnight leave at all. We had a silent agreement to never speak of the matter. “What happened to your face?” I asked seeing a fresh scar running along her cheek. Her eyes widened and quickly she yanked her hair over the scar. “I slipped.” She murmured and I frowned I knew she was lying.

It was far to clean to be claws or teeth. I had seen those on Lupin. Maybe magic, but possibly a knife. You can’t get cuts like that from slipping… unless you slip onto a knife which seems pretty impossible. I had opened my mouth to ask if it hurt (knowing that I would get no answer to why she had such a deep, clean scar) but she got up abruptly and said “I have to go to the library.” And briskly walked away from me. Did she not trust me or something? She gets scars all over her body at random times and I don’t even get a good excuse as to why and how!

I cursed and a few boys at the Griffindor table whistled in surprise. Note to self: quit cursing. Harry fell into a seat beside me; Ron was next to him looking rather exhausted. I smiled a little. “Hey you guys know anything about Jasmine?”

                                                              Jasmine’s P.O.V.

I wasn’t actually going to go to the library but now I was. I quickly yanked out a book about Defense Against the Dark Arts and frantically flipped through it. Finally I found what I wanted. Next to the three Unforgivable Curses. I had had two of those three used on me multiple times. And neither of them were fun.

I wanted him out of my head. I wanted to know that I controlled my body at all times. I read and read and read. I had to keep a closed mind. This wasn’t going to be easy. I sighed I had to get to History of Magic.

I frowned and left the book on the table memorizing where it was supposed to be placed if the irritated librarian put it back. I swung by the common room and grabbed my satchel which was full of books… Not something I usually have it filled with but not something I’ve never filled it with.

I pulled out an old locket of mine and opened it tracing the faded photo of my father. “I’ll make you proud of me. I promise.” I murmured and stuck it back into my satchel racing out of the common room. I tripped and landed flat on my face. “Ouch,” I said and pulled myself up. I wasn’t really all that coordinated yet.

I decided that walking to the classroom was safer and faster in the long run. Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up on some missed sleep.

                                                                    Emily’s P.O.V.

Harry and Ron knew less about Jasmine than I did. I frowned, she was far too mysterious. She rarely spoke to anyone and was as weird as could be. And worst of all SHE DIDN’T TRUST ME!!!!!! I growled under my breath and began attacking the bit of hair that fell across my eyes. Nope still evil and winning the battle… and the war for that matter.

Harry smiled “You could just cut it.” Ron said As if I hadn’t considered that. “No way!! Ron I never thought of that! You’re such a genius!” I said sarcastically “I know.” He replied and I laughed

A few owls came in and dropped a very large parcel in front of Harry. It was obviously a broomstick. “It’s a Nimbus 2000.” Harry said and Ron and I gasped. “I’ll open it when the dorms empty.” He said

They walked to the dorm and opened it. (I followed) it was truly a fantastic broom. It was shiny and sleek with a mahogany handle, a long tail of neat, straight twigs and had Nimbus 2000 written on it in gold. I whistled.

We had classes and such. Harry took a Quidditch lesson from Oliver Wood. Only at the end of the day did things begin to become… shall we say interesting?

 In Charms we had to make a feather levitate using the Wingardium Leviosa Spell. Ron was getting rather frustrated. Hermione began to lecture him “It’s a flick motion and it’s not LeviosA its LeviOsa.” She said and I smiled no wonder I wasn’t getting any result! I was doing the same thing as Ron!

Ron glared at her. And Hermione did it. She was a genius no doubt about that! After I heard Ron say “It’s not LeviosA its LeviOsa! What a nightmare no wonder she doesn’t have any friends!” I frowned Hermione burst past him obviously crying. She missed the next class. Very unlike her.

According to Lavender Brown she was still crying in the girl’s bathroom. I went straight there. I opened the door slightly. Sure enough she was crying. She had her head in her knees and she was in the only corner…. The one under the sinks. I frowned and continued in. Sitting beside her. She didn’t even look up.

“Go away!” she sobbed and I didn’t move. “No Hermione. And just so you know I’m your friend.” I murmured and she did look up.

“Really?” she asked and I nodded smiling. “Of course? You seriously thought we weren’t?” I asked I had thought her my friend from when we talked in the hallway. “Actually yes.” She said and sobbed again. I gave her a one armed hug.

“Ron is just jealous of you because your better at Charms than him.” I said and we both heard a loud thumping noise. The fear of what it was seemed to stop Hermione from crying.

Whatever it was it sounded loud. And I watched in fear as a troll walked into the girls bathroom. Not just any Troll… a Mountain Troll. (Lupin showed me a picture of one in a book) the thing looked like a very ugly human and mossy rock crossed. It carried a club and grunted loudly.

“Shit.” I whispered

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