I own Harry Potter but I still prefer to write fanfiction. Yeah, right.


The Sorting

The door swung open at once. A tall, black- haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. Emily guessed that it was Professor Mcgonagall based on Harry's description. Looking at her, Emily decided to stay in her good books.

"The firs' years, Professor Mcgonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

As Professor Mcgonagall pulled the door wide and Emily entered the entrance hall, she couldn't help but gasp. She heard other children gasp next to her and the click of a camera. Colin had just taken a photograph. It was magnificent. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led them to what Emily guessed were the classrooms and the common rooms. Even Aunt Petunia wouldn't be able to criticize it.

The followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Emily heard voices from the door to the right which Emily guessed was the Great Hall. Harry had told her all about it. She wondered if Harry was in there. She had heard some ridiculous rumours about Harry flying on a broom and coming to Hogwarts. She feverently hoped that was not the case.

Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. The crowded in, all huddled around each other, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Professor Mcgonagall's eyes swept over all of them.

Emily nervously patted her hair. She hoped it was tamed enough. Colin looked so excited that looked like he was about to faint but he did too look apprehensive. Ginny pulled her robes and tried to smoothen them.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber and Emily too a deep breath. Harry refused to tell her how they were sorted. She had asked Tom and he had told her something about a hat.

"Any idea how we are sorted?" Colin asked.

"I don't know." Ginny said shrugging. " All my brothers gave their own version. Fred and George went on about fighting a troll. I don't really believe them.

Even though Emily knew a hat was going to sort them, she couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. She had never been this nervous in her life, not even when she had to take the bill from the doctor's to Uncle Vernon. She started going through all the spells she had read about in her mind. She hoped it would be enough. She thought she was the only one who was nervous but when she looked around the chamber, she saw the others looked pretty nervous too. Since the time Emily met Colin Creevey, it was the first time she saw him completely quiet. Ginny too looked nervous. "I hope I get sorted into Gryffindor," she said. "Everyone in my family so far has been sorted into Gryffindor."

Emily tried to smile at her but couldn't do so in her state of nervousness. She looked at the door. Professor McGonagall should be there any second.

Emily jolted into the air and gave a small yelp. Colin almost dropped his camera next to her and people behind her screamed.

"What the-"

Emily gasped yet again. She seemed to be doing that a lot. So did the people around her. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They were talking to one another. These must be the ghosts Harry had told her about.

The ghosts suddenly noticed them. A fat little ghost who looked like a monk said smiling,"New students! About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few people nodded mutely.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff," the monk-like ghost whose name she didn't know said cheerfully. "My old house, you see."

"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."

Emily got in between Ginny and Colin and tried to steady herself and move ahead. They walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Emily's mouth was slightly open in wonder. It was better than what Harry had told her or she had read in Hogwarts, A History. It was the most beautiful room she had ever seen. Thousands and Thousands of candles were floating in mid air over four tables, which the rest of the students were sitting according to their houses. She heard Colin's camera click and exclaim excitedly. At the end of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came up to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. Emily suddenly felt very awkward. She could feel the eyes of all the students on her. There faces looked pale in the flickering candlelight. Emily looked up at ceiling and stared at it in wonder. She had read in the Hogwarts, A History that it was bewitched to look like the sky outside. At the moment it was a little cloudy and she could see the sky dotted with a few stars. Emily looked around the hall. She tried to search for Harry or even Ron but she could not find either of them. There were obviously too many students and it was difficult to search for either of them. She would look for them later.

Emily turned her attention back to Professor McGonagall as she silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. It was the kind of hat Aunt Petunia would have immediately thrown away.

Now that Emily thought about, she didn't remember what they had to do with the hat. She hoped there were no magic tricks like pulling a rabbit. That is not even real magic!- Atleast in the television shows. It seemed everyone's attention was on the hat. She wondered why. Obviously the hat was unique.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and it began to sing!

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

93You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffis are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

A thinking cap? They just had to try on the hat! Ginny gave an audible sigh of relief next to her. "I wonder how the cap does that!" Colin said looking at the hat in wonder.

Emily suddenly felt unsure of herself. Despite what Hagrid told her last year, she wasn't sure she was a witch. After all, she wasn't the one who defeated Voldemort! That was Harry. She was not as brave as Harry nor did she feel exceptionally quick-witted at the moment. She just hoped she would be given any house.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"Abbott, Andrew"

A boy with auburn hair came forward and placed the hat nervously on his head. "HUFFLEPUFF" and the table on the far right cheered.

"Allen, Philip!"

A boy with dark brown hair came forward walking slowly and jammed the hat onto his head.

The boy had the hat on for almost thirty seconds when the hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left cheered and the boy looked extremely relieved at he removed the hat and handed it over to Professor McGonagall.

"Avery, Christine" was the first Slytherin. As Emily looked over to the Slytherin table she thought they looked pretty unpleasant contrary to what Tom told her.

"Boot, Samantha"

The hat was barely on her head for a second before it announced 'RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Rose." became the first Gryffindor and the table on the far left erupted with cheers.

"Crabbe, Gavin" was sorted into Slytherin. Looking at his size, she wondered if he really was eleven. He gave her the impression of a gorilla.

"Creevey, Colin"

Emily whispered all the best to Colin as he ran up to the hat and tripped and fell before Professor McGonagall caught hold of him. The hat stayed on his head for a moment or two before it shouted out Gryffindor. Colin gave Emily a thumbs up as he ran up to the Gryffindor table which exploded with cheers. Emily could see Fred and George wolf-whistling.

As each name was called Emily because more and more nervous.

"Lewis, Harriet" became the next Gryfifndor.

"Lovegood, Luna"

Emily wondered which house Luna would fit in. Maybe Hufflepuff?

The hat was on Luna's head for almost a minute before it said, "RAVENCLAW"

Luna smiled dreamily and walked off to Ravenclaw table.

"Malfoy, Elladora"

"Probably in Slytherin," whispered Ginny with disgust.

The hat stayed on Elladora's head for nearly five minutes. Finally the hat called out 'RAVENCLAW!'

A few whispers broke out into the hall. It seemed a lot of people expected Elladora to be in Slytherin. Emily couldn't help but see that the girl looked a little dejected as she walked to the Ravenclaw table. As her gaze turned to the Slytherin table, she saw her brother glaring at the poor girl.

Emily got more and more apprehensive as the list got closer to 'P'. She just hoped she would be sorted in the right house.

Emily waited while "Parker, Harry" was sorted into Hufflerpuff and "Perkins, Matilda" was sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Potter, Emmeline"

The hall erupted in whispers. They all came as a blur to her.

"Potter? As in Harry Potter's sister?"

The last thing Emily saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the whole hall's attention on her. People were craning their heads to get a good look at her.

Emily startled.

"Hmm. A lot of evil. But that is not the real you, is it? Had your brother last year. He was difficult too. A bright mind, I is talent too."

Tom had told Emily that she should go into Slytherin. But she knew her parents and brother were in Gryffindor.

"Which house to put you in? I need to see the real you. A thirst to prove yourself. Aah, I have seen that before. Slytherin could help you be different, you know."

Emily thought about being in Slytherin. No, not Slytherin. Harry would be disappointed.

"No Slytherin, eh? I don't think you should be either." Emily sighed in relief. "A bright mind, plenty of loyalty and courage too. Courage is something you will need in the times to come. I suggest you stop using that diary."

Emily jolted. How did he know about the diary?

"I guess you will be best in GRYFFINDOR!"

Emily heard the last word being shouted out to the whole hall. She took off her hat and walked quietly to the Gryffindor table. How did the hat know about Tom. She distinctly heard Fred and George catcalling. "We got Emily too!"

Emily sat opposite Collin and smiled at him.

"Guess we both got our wish!" Collin said looking around the hall excitedly. A ghost in a ruff and tights was sitting next to him. He smiled at her and patted her arm. Emily looked around. Where was Harry? She spotted Hermione and waved at her. Hermione smiled and waved back though she looked a little worried.

Emily drew her attention back to the sorting. She had almost missed Ginny!

"Weasley, Ginerva"

The hat was on Ginny's head for barely ten seconds when it shouted out 'GRYFFINDOR'

Colin and Emily clapped the loudest whereas the twins wolf whistled.

Ginny came and sat next to Emily.

"Guess we are all in the same house!"

Percy patted Ginny's back and said, "Well done. That is all of us in the same house."

Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.

"Where is Ron?" asked Ginny.

"That is exactly what I was wondering." Emily replied.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Emily just looked at him. He looked a bit mad to her.

Emily looked at her plate and her mouth fell open. The dishes in front of her were now piled with food. She had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and peppermint humbugs. Hermione came and sat next to her.

"Where is Harry and Ron?"

Emily looked at her.

"What do you mean? Weren't they there in the train?"

"I searched all over the train for them. I couldn't find them anywhere!"

Emily suddenly grew very worried. Did they miss their train?

"Did they miss their train?" Ginny asked Emily with wide eyes.

"How can they possibly miss the train?" Hermione asked.

"We were sort of late to the station." Emily said shrugging.

At that moment, they saw Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walk past their table hurriedly.

"They never the head table during the feast. It must be something really serious." The ghost in ruff said.

"Emily piled as much food as she could on her plate. She didn't realize she was that hungry. It was very delicious. She hated to admit it but it was as good as Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

"Do you think it is something to do with Harry?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower."

Emily realized this must be Nearly-Headless Nick. Harry had mentioned him to her.

"You are Nearly-Headless Nick!" Ginny exclaimed.

"How can you be Nearly-Headless?" Colin asked with surprise.

Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.

"Oh please no. I'm eating." Hermione whispered with disgust.

"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So-new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindor won last year after losing the house cup for six years in a row to Slytherin! I hope we can win this year too!"

When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding - "

Fred and George came and sat next to them. "Did you hear?"

"What?" Ginny asked irritated.

"It seems Harry and Ron missed their train and are coming by Dad's car."

Emily's eyes went very wide. Will they be in trouble?

"Are you serious? What were they thinking?" Hermione said horrified. "Do they have idea how much trouble they might be in? They might be expelled!"

"It must be a rumour, isn't it?" Ginny asked helping herself to a treacle tart.

"I don't know. It seems someone read the Evening Prophet and everything about the car is in there. I wish they took us along with them." Fred said with envy.

"Just look at the head table. Did you notice Snape is not present in the feast? And Dumbledore and McGonagall disappearing during the feast? They are in trouble." George said pointing towards the head table.

"Obviously Snape wants a chance to get Harry into trouble." Hermione added.

"Will he be expelled?" Emily asked fearfully. Will he have to go back to the Dursleys? Based on what Harry told her, if Snape caught them, they wouldn't stand a chance.

"Technically he can't punish them since McGonagall is our head of house." Hermione pointed out.

"Then they are in graver trouble. I wonder what mum will say." Fred said helping himself to chocolate ice cream.

A round faced boy came and sat next to Hermione. "Is it true that Harry came to Hogwarts by a flying car?"

Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "It certainly seems so."

"Hi Emily Potter." Emily said reaching out her hand towards the boy.

"Neville Longbottom." The boy said red-faced.

"Ginny Weasley." Ginny said and then added whispering. "They are back."

The three Professors were back and they looked serious. Emily looked at the third professor and whispered to Hermione, "I am guessing that is Snape?"

Hermione nodded positively. Emily always thought Harry exaggerated the professor's bat-like appearance due to his obvious dislike of the professor. Now that she saw him she completely agreed with Harry. The Professor's eyes met hers for a brief second and his eyes widened slightly. He looked away so quickly that Emily wondered if he was even looking at her.

Finally their dinner was over and Dumbledotre stood up for his speech. Soon the feast was over and it was time for them to finally see their common room and dorms.

"First years here!" A curly haired girl cheerfully called. Percy stood next to her importantly.

The Gryffindor first years scurried over to the prefects. Emily and Colin gaped at the whispering portraits while Ginny did not look surprised at the portraits but did seem amazed at the moving staircases. "It might be difficult to keep track of those." Ginny whispered to Emily. Emily nodded mutely. She was preoccupied in taking in her surroundings. The prefect was taking them throught hidden passages behind tapestries and as she went she called out," Best to remember the route!"

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.

"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"

He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked. He had water ballons and he threw them at Colin's head. Colin didn't look too upset considering someone had thrown water ballons at him. Percy called out angrily," Bloody Baron will hear about this!" Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are."

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. Emily guessed she was The Fat Lady. She had obviously learnt about this from Harry. Tom was in Slytherin.

"Password?" she said.

Emily stomach wrung with worry for Harry. She probably would know where he was now.

"Wattlebird" The cheerful prefect said. "Better remember this people or else you will remain stuck outside."

The portrait opened exposing the Gryffindor common room. The first years scrambled into the room. It was a nice, cosy, round room with lots of squishy armchairs.

Percy led the boys through one door leading to the boys dormitories. Colin waved to them and went up with the other first year boys. The curly haired prefect directed them through another door which were the girls dormitories. At around the middle of the spiral staircase the prefect stopped. A sign hung on the door to right which said "First years."

"Well, here you are! This will be your room for the next seven years." The prefect said opening the door. The six girls stepped inside and closed the door.

"Ok! A little rule! No boy is allowed up to the girl's dorms although girls are allowed to go to the boys." She added with a wink.

"If any boy tries to go up the stairs towards the girls dorms the stairs will turn into a slide." She added. "Though I would suggest not to tell the boys. It is the girls' little secret."

"How is that fair for the boys?" Rose asked. All the other girls nodded thoughtfully.

"The founders thought that boys were less trustworthy than girls." She said shrugging. "Though it is hilarious to see the boys try." She added laughing.

The prefect then closed the room and left them alone. The girls looked around the room trying to pick which bed they would like to sleep in. But to their surprise their trunks were already there. Their room consisted of six poster beds with red velvet curtains. They had a small dressing table in their room as well. Rose squealed and went over to it. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Hello. I'm Harriet Lewis." The blonde girl said smiling. Ginny introduced herself returning the smile.

"Demelza Robins." The black haired girl who had barely said a word yet said sitting onto her bed.

"Rose Brown." The Brunette said finally coming over to the girls. "I believe your brother Ron is in my sister Lavender's year. And yours too." She added to Emily.

"Urm.. yeah, I'm Emily Potter." Emily said giving an awkward smile. Rose obviously knew who her brother was.

"Yeah we know." Rose said plopping onto her bed. "So how does it feel like having Harry Potter as your brother?"

"I didn't know Harry was famous until he came to Hogwarts. So I felt normal like you do with your sister." Emily said simply.

"Why? Is your brother famous?" Demelza said looking up for the same time. When Ginny, Rose and Harriet looked at her incredulously.

Turning red she mumbled, "I'm muggleborn."

"I was named after Harry." Harriet said sheepishly.

"But your name is Harriet." Ginny pointed out.

"Well, it is not my fault I was born a girl!"

The girls giggled. Emily shot a smile at her more at ease with her roomates.

Though Ginny had turned red at Harry's name she tried to steer the topic in case the girls other than Emily guessed,"Speaking of brothers, where are ours? Let's go to the common room and look for them."

"I heard Harry Potter and Ron Weasley came by a flying car." Rose called out explaining to Demelza exactly why Harry Potter was famous.

Harriet followed them. Ginny and Emily looked at her. "I want to find out whether it is true." She said shrugging.

When Ginny, Emily and Harriet reached the common room, they found it to be packed with students. It seemed the students were down here for the same reason the girls were. The excitement in the room was obvious.

"It seems Potter and Weasley have been expelled for flying the car." Emily heard someone say. Ginny and Emily exchanged fearful glances. It couldn't be true, could it?

They had hardly waited for two minutes when applause rang around the room. The girls craned their necks to find Harry and Ron being followed by a disgruntled Hermione.

Emily saw Harry and Ron been patted on the back by several people she didn't, saw him being confronted by Fred and George and tried to make her way to Harry. When she finally reached Harry he gave a sheepish smile and said, "Hey Em. Glad to see you in Gryffindor. Sorry I missed your sorting."

"Yeah me too." Ron said looking at Ginny. Ginny barely managed a smile now that she was in front of Harry Potter.

Emily just realized the stress she had been under until now. She felt very relieved all of a sudden. She fiercely hugged Harry and muttered something that sounded like, "You stupid dolt! I thought you were expelled." Harry looked over his shoulder and said, "Umm.. Em? Talk to you later. Very tired." He said with a yawn which Emily could clearly make out was fake. Ron faked his own yawn and they both went up the boys dormitory.

Emily felt a little hurt. Why did Harry push her aside that way?

But she got her answer a few seconds later when Percy came over to them angrily and asked, "Where are they?"

"They have gone to sleep." Ginny replied calmly.

"I'm going to write to mum about this!" Percy said fiercely. "They won't get away with this!"

Ginny sighed as they made their way up to their dorms. "I hope my ears survive tomorrow."

"Why?" Harriet spoke for the first time since they had gone down to the common room.

"Because Harry and Ron are sure to get an howler tomorrow."

Harriet cringed but Emily looked confused. What was a howler?

"You will see tomorrow." Ginny said sighing as they went to bed.

Emily wrote the day's events in her diary as usual but today the unexpected happened. Tom took her to a memory of his sorting. He said he had let her see his memories because he trusted her. Emily couldn't help but agree. She trusted Tom too. She could tell Tom everything like how people automatically connected her to Harry when they heard her name. She felt a jealousy stirring inside her which she had never felt before.

Dear Tom,

I got sorted into Gryffindor! To be honest, I wanted to be in Gryffindor badly since Harry, Mum and Dad all were in Gryffindor. Can you believe it? Harry and Ron came by a flying car! It seems they missed the train and didn't find any other alternative. And they also crashed into a moving tree! Do you know what it is?

Dear Emily,

That is amazing! Hmm.. Flying car? Rather reckless, if you ask me. No, I haven't seen the tree. It must have been planted after I went to school. Do you want to see my sorting?

Emily breathed sharply. How was that possible?

Is that even possible? Why would you want to show your memory to me?

Yes, you can. It is because I trust you.

Emily felt great pleasure at these words. Tom trusted her!

Something like a television popped up in the diary and she was sucked into it.

Emily looked around the Great Hall she was in just hours ago. There were a few changes but Hogwarts didn't seem to have changed much since. One of the most notable differences was in the staff. Instead of Professor Dumbledore, she saw another man sitting on the headmaster's chair. He was nearly bald and Emily generally thought that Professor Dumbledore fitted that chair more. Emily realized with a jolt that instead of Professor McGonagall, the professor conducting the sorting was Professor Dumbledore himself. His hair were not white yet but were auburn. He looked much younger. "Riddle, Tom" Emily swirled her head and her insides squirmed in excitement. This was the first time she would see Tom. He was rather good looking and kind of reminded her of Harry. He was short like Harry and had black hair like Harry too. He walked up to the sorting hat slowly and put it over his head. The hat stayed on his head for over a minute and some students had already started talking. The hat finally called out 'SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table broke into applause and Tom looked extremely pleased about his sorting.

She was suddenly pulled out of the memory.

Well, that was my sorting.

Professor Dumbledore looked so young! And who was that sitting on the headmaster's chair.

It was Armando Dippet. He was the headmaster before Dumbledore.

Oh! Well, I'm tired! See you later.

Good night little Emily.

Emily went to bed in a good mood with Tom's words ringing in her mind. He trusted her!

Author's note:- Well, I hope you liked the chapter and was up to your expectations. Thank you Irisdescentstar8. You motivated me to update again. I am NOT going to abandon this story even though it takes too long between my updates. Thank you Iridescentstar8, BellatrixReincarnation, Beautiful Blood Red Roses, Backyard-Beleave-Queen ,Silverlilyann and Morghen for your reviews. I really appreciate them and they make my day. I was totally confused about Elladora. I thought putting her in Gryffindor would be a little too cliché. I thought Ravenclaw would be perfect. Also, some of Emily's thoughts may feel a little childish. They are meant to be that way since Emily is a eleven year old after all. Hopefully, the next update will be quicker than this.

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