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


1. The beginning

This story starts on the train, that faithful day, that day she met the one person who she knew would despise her, but of course, fate has its own opinion. Emily had already bought all the books she needed for school, yes, she bought them for herself, with the money her mother had left for her, her dad had nothing to offer her, except a life sentence in Azkaban. She had bought herself a gorgeous black cat, her foster mother wouldn’t approve, but who cares the shimmering green eyes of the kitten that had no mother, it reminded Emily of herself. She had named the kitten Mr Midnight, after a character in a book she used to read.

She ran through the portal with no confidence, expecting to crash right into the wall, but she slipped through gracefully, and there she was on platform 9 ¾, a platform that doesn’t exist to the human eye, it shouldn’t even exist, but it does, it's magical.  The train was already at the station and people were boarding, some families weren’t boarding yet, and some were already leaving. Emily picked up her bag and cat and boarded, not having anyone to say goodbye to. There were no empty seats, the closest to empty was one with a young boy with raven hair and eyes as green as glistening emeralds.


“Do you mind if I sit here?” Emily asked him.


“Oh, sure,” He said meekly


“I'm Emily Morris, by the way”


“Harry, Harry Potter”


“You’re him? I, wow”


Emily sat down opposite him, closing the door behind her.


“You’ve heard of me?”


“Like you wouldn’t believe” She mumbled under her breath






They had conversations about random things, like food, pets and family, but before long, before the train had even started even, a ginger-haired boy with some shoddy looking clothes on asked to sit with them, Emily knew his name straight away, he sat next to her and before he even said anything, Emily cut in.


“You must be a Weasley,” She said smiling.


“Ron, how did you know?” He asked slightly confused.


“I'm Emily by the way, my mother worked in the ministry, ”


“Not anymore though?”




“A ministry job is amazing, why would she want to leave?”


“She died, a few months ago, I moved in with a foster family not too long ago”


“Oh, right, no dad then either?”


“He’s, he’s gone”


“Right, sorry for, whatever that was”


Emily just smiled.


“Ron and you are?” he asked Harry.


“I'm Harry, Harry Potter”


“So-so it's true?! I mean, do you really have the...the...”


“The what?”


“The scar” Ron whispered.


“Oh yeah,” Harry said lifting up his hair to reveal a raw red scar shaped as a lightning bolt of his forehead




After the train had started, the trolley witch came by with a trolley full of sweets, Mr Midnight poked his head out of her bag on the floor, he had been sleeping for a while, but after smelling the sweet smell of peppermint toads, he just couldn’t stay asleep.


“Anything from the trolley dears?” The witch asked


“No, I'm all set,” Ron said pulling out a couple of mashed sandwiches


“We’ll take the lot,” Harry and Emily said simultaneously, both pulling out a handful of galleons.



In the end, they split the cost; Mr Midnight had decided he was going to come out and poke his little head around.




“Shush, your scaring him” Emily asked, picking up Mr Midnight who was shivering in fear


“Cats are nothing but trouble”


“My kitten is terrified, so if you don’t mind, shut up”


“If Scabbers goes missing, I'm blaming your cat”


“Your filthy rat will be ok, now shut up”


“Put him away”




Emily carefully put away Mr Midnight into her bag and let him snuggle against a jumper she had packed with her, she left her bag open slightly, enough for him to breathe but not enough for him to pounce out in case he did smell and try to attack Scabbers. Ron acted calmer and even took Scabbers out of his pocket as they finally tucked into the sweets they had so stupidly bought, Emily helped herself to some fizzing whizzbees and Ron opened a pack of Bertie Botts every flavoured beans and Scabbers poked his nose in them.


“Every flavoured beans?” Harry asked, popping one into his mouth and started chewing.


“They mean every flavour, there are chocolate and peppermint” Emily started.


“There’s also spinach, liver and tripe. George swears he got a bogey-flavoured one once” Ron finished.


Harry quickly spat out the bean he was chewing before picking up a blue box with a rim of gold with the words ‘CHOCOLATE FROGS’ written on it in bold purple.


“These aren’t real chocolate frogs, are they?” Harry asked.


“It’s just a spell, besides its the card you want, I’ve got about 500 myself,” Ron said proudly.


“I have over 1000, and most of them aren’t repeats, beat that ginge” Emily replied


“We’ll have to trade sometime” Ron replied.


“Sure, sometime over the holidays, my foster mother won’t mind”


“That sounds nice”




Harry opened the box and the frog leapt towards the open window, before being pulled out by the pressure and it fell out being pulled away by the wind.


“Rotten luck, they’ve only got like one good leap in them to begin with,” Ron said with his mouth full.


"I got Dumbledore!"


“I’ve got six of him”


“He’s gone”


“You can’t expect him to stand around all day”


Scabbers squeaked loudly, and Emily’s bag shook as Mr Midnight tried to escape, Ron looked at Emily with a don’t-do-it face, but Emily being Emily completely ignored him and opened the bag to find the little black kittens pupils were extremely wide and dilated, she went to pick him up but he attacked her fingers weakly and it tickled her, she bopped him on the nose and closed the bag. He meowed and scratched the inside of the bag trying to get out.


“You know, Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow, want to see?” He said


“Yeah!” Harry said enthusiastically.


“Ahem, sun-”


A first-year girl with big, bushy brown hair appeared at the doorway, she was fully dressed in her robes, and she scanned the booth with her eyes before saying something.


“Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one” She said.


“No,” Ron said.


“OH, are you doing magic? Let’s see then”


“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow”


There was a zap, then nothing happened, Ron just shrugged.


“Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example...”


Hermione goes over and sits across from Harry, slightly pushing Emily away. He points her hand at his glasses and Harry tenses


“ Oculus Reparo.” She chanted


The glasses, which noseband is battered, are repaired. Harry takes them off, amazed.


“That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are...?” She said


“Ron,” Ron said with a full mouth.


“Pleasure, but I was talking to her,” She said pointing at Emily.


“Emily Bl- I mean Morris,” Emily said embarrassed


“Pleasure, you look familiar, have I seen you in the papers or something?”


“OH, er, um, no, never, I’ve never been in the papers”




She got up and went to leave, but before leaving she turned around and looked at Ron.


“You three better change into your robes we’ll be arriving soon.”


She goes to leave again but turns around and points at Ron.


“You’ve got dirt on your nose, did you know? Right there”


Ron quickly rubs his nose humiliated, hoping he got it, Hermione smiled and nodded before finally leaving, closing the door behind her, they all put their robes on, and sat down again.


“She had an opinion,” Emily said sarcastically.


Ron and Harry laughed and Emily stared out the window and was silent for the rest of the journey.  










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