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


3. The First Day

The morning came, Emily had a free first period so she stayed in bed; she was never really a breakfast person, so the thought of breakfast didn’t even occur to her. The girls and boys were separated in sleeping quarters, thank god, and the beds were so much more comfortable than the stone-hard mattress she was forced to sleep on at home. Though, first period rushed away like a flick of a wand, but Emily, being Emily, never was far away from a class, in fact, she was a few minutes early, to potions with professor Snape, she wasn’t the only one though, the brown, bushy haired girl she had met on the train was sitting in an isolated classroom. Emily walked in and sat next to her.


“Hermione, right? I remember you from the train” Emily said awkwardly.


“Emily Morris, yeah, you are a Slytherin” Hermione replied not even looking up at her.




“There wasn’t a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin”


“So Ron said, but I’ll be the first to break that streak”


“I bet many people said that before you, but look where they are now”


“If you’re so smart, can you tell me if there was ever a witch or wizard who went bad, that wasn’t in Slytherin?”


“No... wait.... He was a Gryffindor,”




“Sirius Black”


A harsh shiver crept down Emily’s spine, she quickly stood up and walked away, sitting at the front of the class, and away from any mention of... him. Hermione was confused but she dismissed it, she just thought his name brought back horrible memories, so she didn’t ask, but when Harry and Ron arrived, she brought it to their attention. The class was easy; Emily had always been studious when it came to potions so the class was so much simpler than it was for say Harry, who hadn’t paid any attention and got a swift telling off. As the class swarmed out, Ron and Harry rushed up to her as they walked down the cold, stone-lined hallways.


“Hey Emily” Ron said happily.


“You should probably be careful Ron, there wasn’t a witch or wizard that went bad that wasn’t in Slytherin” Emily replied coldly


“I'm... so, so sorry”

Emily gave a blank look and kept on walking, Harry chased after her and Ron slowly tailed after him.


“I need to talk to you, it’s about what Hermione said” Harry replied


“It seems like I'm hated because I'm a Slytherin, and I haven’t done anything wrong” Emily replied


“I'm sorry for that, I have to ask, but you don’t have to reply, who is Sirius Black to you?”


Even the slightest mention of her father’s name made her feel sick to the stomach, the thought of him going insane in the walls of dread and misery, with the soul sucking dementors creeping around every cell, feeding of their madness, feeding of the last remaining amount of joy they had in their systems.


“Just a mad man” Emily answered meekly


“I believe you, and please forgive Ron, you know he never meant to hurt you” Harry stated with a glint of hope in his emerald green eyes.


“I will try, but not yet”


Harry smiled thankfully and they walk together until they had to separate.


They had separated for a few lessons, but they had a very fun lesson together, flying 101 with Mrs Hooch, the Slytherin’s and Gryffindor’s were lined up on opposite sides and Mrs Hooch comes down the line. She had short blonde hair with specks of grey, she had yellow, hawk like eyes and looked at everyone individually.


 “Good afternoon, class.” She yelled


“Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.” The class replied


“Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!”




Harry’s broom flew into his hands straight away; Hermione looked at Harry but continued, then Emily’s broom flew into her hand gracefully and easily. Draco’s broom flew into his hands at his second try and grinned smugly. Ron kept trying and then after a couple of tries, his broom flew up and hit him on the nose. Harry and Emily laughed.


“Shut  up” Ron said angrily.


The rest of the classes brooms gradually lifted up, Neville Longbottom being the last one in the class to be able to pick up his broom


“Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2...1” Hooch bellowed


Neville immediately lifted off. He looked quite frightened.


“Oh…” Neville shrieked


“Mr. Longbottom.” Hooch said as Neville started to take off “M-M-Mr. Longbottom. MR LONGBOTTOM”



“Mr. Longbottom!”


“Down! Down! Ahhhh! Help!!!”


“Come back down this instant!”




He soared through the sky and hit a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He began to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch held out her wand to stop him.


“Help!” Neville screamed


“Mr. Longbottom!” Hooch barked


Neville approached. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.


“Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh!”


He zoomed past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak caught on it. He flipped off the broom and hung there. He wavered, then the cloak rips, and he fell, catching on a torch, but then slipping out as he fell to the ground.

“Everyone out of the way!” Hooch said as she ran through the group, and they scatter “Come on, get up.”


“Owowowow.” Neville said


“Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get.”


Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.


“Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.” Hooch screeched menacingly.


“ Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass.” Draco laughed


“Give it here, Malfoy.” Harry said angrily


“No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.”


He hopped on broom and soared around group, then through.


“How 'bout up on the roof??” Draco said as he soared off and hovered high in the sky. “What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?””


Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him, Emily looks up and gets on her broom, she flew up and chased after Malfoy.


“I’ll make you fall on your fat ass if you don’t give it back” Emily said as she tailed Malfoy for the remberall.


“Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly.” She said by Harry flew off anyway. “What an idiot.”


Harry is now in the air, across from Draco who is flying around, still being chased by Emily, he stopped suddenly and Emily goes pummeling in the direction, she made a sharp turn and flew to Harry. What they didn’t know, was that McGonagall was watching from the window, watching the sharp turns and magnificent skills of these untrained flyers.


“Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!” Harry yelled furiously


“Is that so?” Malfoy said conceitedly

Harry made a dash for him, quickly followed by Emily, but Draco twirled around on his broom in a 360. Making Harry go of course


“Have it your way, then!” He smirked as he threw the remembrall into the air.


Harry zoomed after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall was watching, he caught it, and then heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see him. Just before he got to the group, Emily swooped in and stole it from his hands.


“Maybe not seeker ready yet, but I am definitely chaser ready” Emily said as she flew to the ground and returned the remberall to harry.


McGonagall quickly appeared from the field, how she got from the tower to the quidditch pitch in such a short amount of time was a mystery that will probably never be solved.


“Harry Potter? Emily Morris? Follow me.”


Harry and Emily sullenly followed her. Draco and his goons laugh at Harry, but somewhere in his cold, frosted over heart, he was worried for Emily, she was the only girl in Slytherin to despise him as much as she did, he liked that about her, but being the selfish snob he is, he could never admit it.

McGonagall first led Harry to Professor Quirell’s room, where he was talking about an iquana, he taught defence against the dark arts. She called out Oliver Wood, he was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.


“I think I found you a new seeker!” She expressed joyfully.


“Congrats Harry” Emily said.


Oliver led Harry somewhere and the two of them walked off, presumably to teach Harry about Quidditch. Then there was Emily, who still had to be led somewhere, not to the Slytherin team captain, but to Dumbledore’s office.


“What does Dumbledore need with me?” Emily asked slightly confused.


“Just a chat”


She mumbled something under her breath and a stairway was revealed, she sent Emily up alone, as she crept up the stairs there were two large wooden doors ahead of her, she knock on the door twice and they opened magically.


“Ah, good to see you, Miss Black” Dumbledore said with a serious look on his face.










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