Emily Black and The Sorcerers Stone

Emily Black was her name, her birth name, but due to her family’s ‘issues’, she didn’t keep her second name. So to everyone else she was Emily May Morris, she hated the name of course but you know, with her father in Azkaban as an insane psychopath killer and betrayer of the Potter’s, which in her opinion was ridiculous, she didn’t want anyone to mistreat her, or have The Boy Who Lived to despise her, and it was what her mother wanted for her, when she was alive


2. Emily Morris, SLYTHERIN

Hermione was right, the journey was almost over, and the once beautiful and bright day had faded into a dark, sombre night. They had all changed into their robes, got their bags and swarmed out of the train like cows in a herd.


“Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!” Said Hagrid, Emily knew who he was as he was her mother’s friend.


Ron, Harry and Emily all walked up to Hagrid.


“Hello, Harry.” Hagrid said

 “Hey, Hagrid.” Harry replied

“Whoa!” Ron interrupted enthusiastically

“Right then, this way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me.” Hagrid yelled to the rest of the students.

Surrounding the magnificent castle was a vast lake were lights and buildings reflected of the mirror like water. Harry, Ron and Emily all share a boat and Emily gladly helped to row the boat up to the castle, as they walked in a teacher was there to meet them, Professor McGonagall, she wrapped her fingers around the steely railing and greeted the newcomers.

“Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.” McGonagall boomed to the students.

A small yet chubby student spotted his toad by the feet of McGonagall, he leapt out to grab it, but instead of a small leap to quietly not pull any attention to him, he leapt and fell over clumsily, disturbing her, and, for obvious reasons, disturbed the rest of the first years. He apologised quickly and was clearly terrified.

“The sorting ceremony will begin soon” She said, barely acknowledging Neville.

A boy with eyes filled with storms and hair so slicked back spoke up, he had a weird way about him, the way that when you looked into his eyes made a shiver creepily grip down your spine gradually but each grip like ice on your warm skin.

 “It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” He said evilly.

 The silence erupted into a volcano of whispers, all whispering if the boy who goes by the name Harry Potter was actually among them.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle” He smirked malevolently.

 He nodded to a short and chunky with a shaved head, this must be Crabbe, then he nodded to a taller boy who wasn’t the leanest, but couldn’t be described as chubby, he had short brown hair with the faintest appearance of curls, this must be Goyle. You could tell just by looking at them that they weren’t the brightest of the bunch.

“And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy.”

At the sound of his ridiculous name, Ron tried to hold in a laugh, and while he succeeded in not laughing, a small snickering like sound came out of his mouth.

 “Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He smirked with a trusting yet off-putting look on his face as he extended his hand out to Harry, but of course Harry wasn’t impressed with his, so ...fantastic... introduction, and didn’t accept.


“I think I can decide who the wrong sorts are for myself, thanks” Harry said smugly.


He gives an angry glare, as McGonagall walks past she smacked him on the shoulder with a roll of parchment, with one final glare, Draco retreats back into the crowd.


“We’re ready for you now” She said.


She lead everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with many kids, as well as floating candles. The roof appeared to be the sky with beautiful stars shimmering; it was a magnificent contrast against the deep blue sky.

“It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.” Hermione said to a small redhead.

“All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin Dumbledore would like to say a few words,” McGonagall boomed to the students

 Dumbledore rose from the main table and clicked his glass a couple of times, the loud hall then was silenced almost instantly.


“I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch {signals to ragged old man with a cat with red eyes} has asked me to remind you that the 3rdfloor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.” He said in a deep and calming voice.

“When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger.” McGonagall Stated.

“Oh, no. Okay, relax.” Hermione mumbled to herself as she stepped up.

“Mental that one, I'm telling you.” Ron sniggered

Harry nodded in agreement.

Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!

Hermione jumped off with a smile and headed toward the cheering table of Gryffindors.

“Draco Malfoy.”

 Draco sauntered up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaked out before touching down on Dracos head.


 Draco proudly strolled to the table of cheering Slytherins, and sat down with flare.  

“There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin” Ron said matter-of-factly

“Emily Morris”

Ooh… hmm… right. You are a difficult one to place there aren’t you miss. Let’s see… SLYTHERIN!

Ron looked shocked, as if he could of just taken back those words he just said, he wanted to take it bad so badly that he almost ran over to her. He didn’t though, because he was so awkward he didn’t know what to say. Harry was even more shocked though, the person he had first met on the train, the one he could relate with the most, the person who he could only just feel sympathy for, had been placed in a house full of witches and wizards who, according to Ron, could only go bad. However, nobody was more shocked then Emily herself, her father was innocent, even then, she didn’t commit his crimes, she wasn’t placed in Azkaban for all her life, in fact, she hadn’t even seen her father since the day before he was arrested and put on trial for a murder, she didn’t commit. That’s only the past though.

What if she was destined to become bad, what if she was destined to go and join Voldemort at his table, of course, he was dead, but what he stood for will never die out in the heart of the death eaters that were never put on trial for their crimes, the ones who were never caught. She was rambling inside her head as she meekly took a seat at the table, with almost a tear in her eye.

The rest of the ceremony commenced, and of course Harry and Ron were both put into Gryffindor, because Harry was a Potter and Ron’s whole family had been put into Gryffindor, so why would he be treated any differently.

The boy with the slick back hair came over and sat next to her.


“Draco Malfoy,” He said proudly, “In case you don’t know my father is-”


“Lucius Malfoy, one of Fudge’s most trusted workers, ministry of magic, you are all stupidly rich, did I miss anything?” Emily said unenthusiastically and very sarcastically.


“That’s it, how did you know? Actually, us Malfoy’s are very well known, you should have heard of us”


“Listen, I honestly don’t care for your existence, so shut up”


“Morris, you were straight after me, never heard of them before”


“Go away”


“So, you poor then? Not famous at all. Must be a very small family”


“Just me”


“No mother or father then, I could almost cry for you, wait, no I couldn’t”


“Shut it Malfoy before I slit your tongue”


“I'm just saying Morris, when did they die? Do you even remember them?”


“My mother died a couple of months ago, my dad died a couple of days after the potters where killed”


“Must be so sad for you”


“Just leave me alone”


His face sunk, he was trying to be mean but after saying all those rude comments about something she had no control over, he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.


“Look, if it means anything, I am sorry for your parents, what were they like?”


“My dad, was a well respected man, he was good friends with the potter, and just a little bit crazy, he was also an animagus, he could transform into a dog at will, and apart from that, I don’t really know”


“And your mother?”


“She was... amazing, she had the voice of an angel but was tough enough that she could stay as an auror, she was kind, caring, and... you know what. Leave me alone, your snivelling ears don’t deserve to hear about her, gain some respect, maybe you won’t be so thick in the future, but I doubt that”


Draco stood up and took long, slumped strides away from her, as in almost a despaired or sad walk that slumped his body into a hunchback, maybe he was serious about wanting to know, but he didn’t deserve to.

The prefect led all the first years to the common room, where all the slytherins and only the slytherins could relax , to get in there was a code and the prefect told them it was venenum serpentis. Which opened the door to a green and black themed room, with a wall of skulls and leather couches, the fireplaces, while full of coal, only lit dimly, giving the room a dramatic flair, it was beautiful, the room was perfect, minus the skulls of course, but it gave a homely feeling, like school is supposed to.   Emily could see herself become comfy here.












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