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!


7. The Mysteries of Jasmine Warlord

                                                                  Emily's P.O.V.


Snape was looming in the shadows. He bent down and picked up a book, in which I am guessing he dropped. “So, how have the first two days at Hogwarts been?” He asked flipping through it “er… Rather well Professor.” I answered feeling rather weird, Don’t tell me I’m in trouble. “May I ask how you knew to stir the caldron once counterclockwise or how one of you should add six drops of your own blood?” He asked and looked at me with pure curiosity. “Just a hunch.” I whispered and began to feel myself shrink. “This hunch of yours is rather rare.” Snape said and I felt really, really weird at the moment. “It may merely be beginners luck.” I said and Snape shook his head “You’re not in trouble, you are not being attacked you have no reason to feel the need to defend yourself. I doubt that it is just beginners luck.” He said “Have you ever seen this book?” He asked flipping through the pages smiling slightly “No, should I have Professor?” I asked

This time Snape smiled warmly, “No, nor did I expect you to. If you had read this book, than you would have done what you did.” He said “Then again you did what you did without reading this book.” He whispered and slammed it shut, setting in on his desk. “Who’s book was it?” I asked seeing that a snake had slithered across the floor. Seeing it went white, I tried to scream but found no breath left in my throat. Snape stared at it as it slithered under one of his shelves full of weird things floating in jars.

“He’s been living in Hogwarts for years, keeps the mice away.” He said and I felt a tingling go up my spine. I took a deep breath. “Don’t like snakes much do you?” He asked and I nodded “I was attacked by one awhile back. Hate them.” I said and shivered

“As long as you don’t mess with them they won’t mess with you.” He said I was beginning to wonder why I was brought in here. “Your not in trouble and in fact the reason you’re here has nothing to do with you. This is about your friend Miss Warlord. I would like for you to keep an eye on her.” Professor Snape said and I began to open my mouth to ask why when I decided to close it. I would get out faster if I stopped asking questions and such.

“That is all.” He said and with that I left. The Weasley Twins had a curious look on their face. I decided that it would be much more fun to leave them guessing than to tell them what Professor Snape had asked me. “Why’s Snape call you back?” George asked I was silent but smiled ‘You’re not going to tell us are you?” Fred asked “Nope.” I replied and laughed a little they sighed and left, apparently they had to go check out a secret passageway out of the school. I began to walk and talk with Hermione. “You cut your hand?” She asked and I nodded showing the cut. She was a genius, and mildly bossy but she was an only child and Muggleborn so she had a lot of reason to prove herself, her heart was in the right place truly.

“But the book said-“ I interrupted her “People write books, and people aren’t always right so books can be the same.” I said and Hermione opened her mouth to object but closed it seeming to find no argument.

“We’re going to learn how to ride a broom today.” Hermione mumbled her voice shaking a little, that I knew was nothing you could learn from a book. “Don’t worry it won’t be that bad. It takes practice that’s all. I’ve been on a broom twice in my life and both times I crashed into a tree.” I said and for some reason we found this rather funny.

“You crashed into a tree? Twice?” She asked through laughter, I knew she was imagining that. “Yes, twice. There’s a reason Lupin doesn’t let me ride brooms.” I said now not laughing so hard I was thinking of how frightened I had been. “Nice hair by the way.” I said and she began to untangle some of it. Walking and untangling hair isn’t that easy, especially when you have curly, bushy hair like Hermione.

“Stupid hair.” She growled as she finally got some of it untangled before allowing the hair to win the battle. “Better get to Defense Against the Dark Arts! Thirty minutes to get there!” She chirped and I laughed

“Only twenty? Its what just around the next two corners? We got time. Quirrel’s teaching we won’t learn much. Stammers so much you can’t understand him. In my opinion he’s afraid of his own subject. Then again Dark Arts are terrifying. Am I wrong?” I asked looking over at Hermione in a playful/mischievous way.

She frowned “What do you suggest we do then?” She asked in a way that sounded as if she expected me to break the rules or something. “Explore Hogwarts, face it this place is pretty big. The better we know this place the easier we can get around.” I said and Hermione seemed to like the idea.

We explored for a bit and came back down for DADA. Thanks to Hermione we were 5 minutes early. I was far more than happy to rush out of there. Because now we learned how to ride a broom, and I had a hunch that this would be exciting.



Sorry this sucks, I've been sick and working on this at late hours so excuse my lack of good wording and or grammer if or when you read this.


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