Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling, the Harry Potter series of books, characters, movies or overall world. I just own Emily and those guys. But they're good enough to be proud of. Oh! I also do not own "Sexy Back", that belongs to the brilliant Justin Timberlake.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! So here's the next chapter of "Hogwarts, Here We Come!". I've been working on this a lot, but actually not as much as "Remember" although, I have all my rough copies of HHWC done, just not for Remember. I want to get a few chapters ahead in that. Anyways, CAMP ROCK WAS AWESOME! I LOVED IT! But I'm still waiting to get my top back, that I've been waiting over a month to get back from my friend...grr. Anways R&R!
Chapter Five: On Our Way To Hogwarts
"Okay, I really don't feel comfortable walking a wall. Especially a brick wall," I said, looking at the wall between Platforms 9 and 10 that got me onto the platform.
We were at King's Cross Station, having Apparated outside the building and walking in so we wouldn't have to carry our trunks the whole time. We got trolleys and looked around until we found Platforms 9 and 10. And here we are, back to the start.
"I'll do it!" Hannah exclaimed, gripping her trolley just a slight bit tighter than before, and ran towards the wall. Even though it looked like she was going to crash right into it, but instead she just went right through it. My parents followed after her and I just stood there in shock.
"Ohmigod," I muttered in disbelief. "Okay Emily, take a deep breath."
I stood there doing a bunch of calming exercises trying to calm down the sudden nerves that had appeared. As I did this, I gained myself some odd looks from the people passing by.
"Do you need help?" One of the staff members came up and asked me, looking slightly frightened that he had just spoken to me. I wasn't that scary.
Oh god, what could I do? Should I just say "Oh, I'm fine - just preparing my self to walk through a wall so I can go to magic school?" That would freak the poor man out, if he even believed me to start with. That's when I got an idea.
"Je suis désolé, mais je ne comprends pas. Parlez-vous français?" I asked in French. That would be translated to "I'm sorry, but I don't understand. Do you speak French?"
"I'm sorry miss, but I don't know what you're saying. Let me go get Jason, he understands French pretty well."
As he walked away, I wasn't even thinking. I just gripped my trolley as tightly as I could before running straight through the wall in front of me. My eyes had snapped shut as I did this, and when I opened them again I was standing on a platform fill of people, all standing in front of a scarlet steam engine. "Hogwarts Express" was written in gold on the front of it.
"Oh my 'lanta," I whispered to myself as Hannah practically dragged me over to my parents.
"You two have fun," My dad said before directing his attention to me. "I'll miss you sweetheart, see you soon. I love you." My dad gave me a huge bear hug and I knew for sure that he was really going to miss me.
"Bye Emmy, love you," My mom said, giving me a hug as well before regaining her composure. "Now, you behave yourself. We don't want any letters from Professor Dumbledore saying that you've gotten into any trouble. And keep your grades up - just because you're switching schools doesn't mean you have the right to slack off. And make sure you write every week."
"Yes mom, I'll be sure to do all of that," I said, smiling. Even though we didn't get along a lot of the time, I would definitely miss her. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad. Love you."
I gave them both one last hug before going onto the train. This would be the first time I had ever been anywhere without my parents for a long period of time. It was definitely going to be hard.
Hannah and I walked over to where the pets were supposed to go and I knelt down beside Sono's carrying case. He was pacing around and I knew he didn't like being cooped like this, but I had no choice.
"I'm sorry sweetie. I have to leave you here for a while, but I'll see you after dinner and we'll play a bit, alright?" I asked, slipping a few cat treats into the case so he wouldn't object.
I turned around so I could tell Hannah that I was ready to go, but she was already gone. With both of our trunks.
Figures. I was off in my own little world so she probably told me that she was going to find everyone and I just didn't hear her.
"Oh well," I said, speaking my thoughts out loud. "Gives me some time to do what I want while I look for them."
Just act like you own the place, I thought as I began to walk down the aisle.
What if I was sorted in Slytherin? Or Hufflepuff? Or Ravenclaw? I didn't fit into any of those. At least, I didn't think so. It wasn't that I wasn't smart, cunning or dedicated, because I thought I was. But I just wouldn't fit in with those houses.
Just then, I tripped over my own two feet and collided into someone else, both of us falling to the ground. Weirdly enough, the way we fell, I ended up on the bottom.
"I am so sorry," I said, looking at the person I had caused to fall. He had messy, jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes which were framed with round glasses and a vivid scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. It could be...but it was.
"It's fine, it was my fault really," He said in the cutest British accent with an amused look on his face. He brushed a piece of my hair away from my face and behind my ear, and it was only then that I realized that he was lying on top of me, and I think he realized the same thing. "I think I should probably get off of you," He stated, starting to turn red. He rolled off of me, both of us making sounds of discomfort. He stood up, dusting himself off before lending me a hand in getting up. I stood up as well and dusted off my pair of light jeans and my beige colored hoodie.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," He introduced, extending his hand out for me to shake.
"I'm Emily Williams," I said, smiling bashfully as I shook his hand.
"You're new here, aren't you?" He asked and I nodded. "I thought so, because I'm pretty sure I would remember someone like you."
I started blushing uncontrollably as we started walking. I would occasionally look into each compartment to see if I could see one of my friends.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined actually walking with Harry Potter! But I had to play it cool. Like ice. Like very cool ice. I'll stop now.
"So what year are you in?" Harry asked.
"Fourth," I replied. I knew it right away because I had been thinking about it a lot.
"Really? Same here," Harry said.
"That's cool," I replied.
Oh god. Since when do I say "That's cool". I've never said that before!
Wait...he was in fourth year? That was not good. That wasn't good at all. The Triwizard Tournament! Voldemort was coming back! OH MY MOTHER OF PEARLY WHITE TEETH!
"Are you okay? You look a bit peaky," Harry noted, looking at me in a concerned way. Aww, he was concerned about me.
"Oh yeah! I'm fine!" I exclaimed a little bit too enthusiastically.
"Yeah...so where are you from?" Harry asked, looking at me a bit strangely, but hey, I was used to that by now.
"Surrey," I answered automatically, not even thinking about it.
"Your accent - it doesn't sound like you're from Surrey," Harry said, eyeing me oddly which made me realize my mistake.
"Oh! Not Surrey, England! Surrey, Canada!" I corrected, laughing slightly at my foolish error.
"Now that makes more sense," Harry said.
"Well, I tend to not make sense," I said, making him laugh, which made me laugh. I've always been that person to start laughing because someone else was, even if I didn't know what they were laughing about. "Well it's true."
"You are really funny. That's something this school really needs, other than the Weasley twins of course," Harry said, ruffling his hair.
"If you think I'm funny, you should meet my friend Lindsay," I said. "She's hilarious!"
"Well, would you like to come sit with me and my mates?" Harry asked.
"Well, I should be trying to find my own 'mates'...but they can wait," I said, smiling at him.
"Good," He said, smiling as well. "My compartment is just over there." We walked a few more steps before he opened the door, walking in as I followed him. "You guys, this is Emily Williams. She's new here," Harry explained. "And Emily, this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."
"Nice to meet you," I said politely as I took a seat next to Harry. There was an awkward silence before Hermione spoke up.
"So where did you come here from?" Hermione asked as she brushed a piece of her bushy brown hair out of her eyes.
"Surrey, Canada," I answered, not making the same mistake again.
"What's it like living in igloos?" Ron blurted out.
"Oh, it's very cold. But it's pretty cool because we get to ride out pet polar bears to school," I said sarcastically.
"Really?" Ron asked, his blue eyes filled with fascination.
"Of course not, Ronald. They live in normal houses just like we do," Hermione said, rolling her eyes at him.
"Well, how am I supposed to know that?" Ron snapped.
"Common sense," Hermione said before they started bickering so much that whatever they were saying became incomprehensible. I looked over at Harry and two things were obvious. One was that this happened a lot, and two was that he was trying not to laugh at his friend's fight.
"Anyways," Hermione said loudly, cutting off the argument before it got any worse, though I'm not sure how it could. Well, maybe if they started duking it out... "Welcome to Hogwarts, you're going to love it here."
"I hope so, it sounds like a lot of fun," I said, knowing full well that it would be.
"So if you don't mind me asking, what kind of grades do you get?" Hermione asked, looking extremely curious as the two guys groaned. This seemed like a Hermione question to me.
"Well, in Muggle grades I get straight A's so-" I was cut off by a shrill screaming-like noise.
"Ohmigod! That is so great! Someone who is a girl and is actually smart and not totally boy crazy!"
I had to laugh. It was kind of funny to see Hermione act like this. "Well, like you said, I'm not totally boy crazy, but trust me, I do like my guys and I'm definitely girly. And as for grades, I have to keep them up or I'd have to give up my singing. But getting good grades has always come pretty easily," I said.
"You sing?" Harry asked.
"You think getting good grades is easy?" Ron asked.
I laughed again. "Yes, I sing and yes, I think getting good grades is easy. All you have to do is focus in class, complete all of your work, and hand it all in one time. Oh, and ask questions when you don't get something."
"You're my new best friend!" Hermione shrieked excitedly.
"Hey!" Harry and Ron exclaimed as Hermione and I laughed. I could tell that we would become great friends.
"But seriously, you sing?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, it's like, my whole life and more," I said.
"Sing something then," Harry said.
"Hm...I think you'll just have to wait and catch me when I'm singing," I said slyly.
"Oh don't worry, I will," Harry said jokingly as the compartment door opened.
A girl with flaming red hair and ice blue eyes came into the compartment. She made herself comfortable next to Hermione.
"Hi guys," Ginny said. It's a good thing I like acting. Because I have to. I have to act like I don't know who they all are. When I reality, I do know.
"Ginny, this is Emily Williams. Emily, this is Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister," Harry introduced once more. He must be getting sick of introducing me to people. Oh well, his fault for being the first one to meet me. Not that I minded meeting him first. Really, I have no problem with it at all.
"Nice to meet you," She said to me before turning to everyone. "Have you guys figured out what mum and Bill were talking about yet? No one seems to know."
"Nope," Ron said, looking quite depressed about it. Were they talking about...oh! They were! Go me for actually knowing something!
"By any chance, do you know?" Ginny asked me.
"Maybe," I said, trying to hold back the smile that was growing on my face. What? I couldn't help it! I liked knowing something that they didn't!
"You know? WHAT IS IT?" Ron asked, desperate to know the answer.
"I'm bringing sexy back, yeah! Them other boys don't know how to act, yeah!"
"Oh god," I muttered.
"What was that?" Ron asked. My cheeks started burning as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my cell phone, clicking the speakerphone button.
"Hello?" I answered, holding the cell phone in front of me.
"Emily, where are you? It's been over an hour!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Has it really? I just got...caught up," I said, trying to be inconspicuous about it.
"EMILY'S MAKING OUT WITH SOME HOT GUY IN A COMPARTMENT!" Hannah yelled into the phone, and even without yelling, everybody would've still been able to hear it. I quickly took it off of speakerphone and pressed it to my ear. I started turning bright red as everyone started laughing.
"Hannah, I'm coming. Just hand up the phone," I said, hanging up and putting the phone back pocket of my jeans.
"So...who was that?" Ginny asked, still laughing a bit.
"That would be one of my best friends," I said. "So I better go before she calls again and starts yelling about other things."
"I'll come with you," Harry said, almost immediately after I had finished speaking. I turned and spotted a glare coming from Ginny out of the corner of my eye.
"Okay," I answered, trying not to make Ginny upset. I mean, come on, it's not even my first real day yet. I don't want to have enemies before I even got to the school. As soon as we walked out of the compartment, Harry burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"What?" I asked, now looking at him like he was the loon.
"What? I like that song, even though I didn't put it as my ringtone. That's the last time I let my friends play with my phone," I said, chuckling a bit as well. "Hannah must've put it on so that 'Sexy Back' plays when she calls."
"And what's up with your friend? Does she like embarrassing you?" Harry asked.
"Nah, we just like bugging each other, because we're constantly doing it to each other. Last time I did that was in front of her crush so she had to get me back," I said, recalling that time.
"So I take it she's going to Hogwarts as well," Harry said.
"Yeah, and a few of my other friends as well," I said.
"Well, that must be better than starting with no friends at all, even seeing as how you make friends so easily," Harry said.
"Yeah, it is better, but I'm just a very lovable person," I said, making a cute pose for him to laugh.
"So," Harry started as we continued walking. "Wanna tell me what the thing that's going on this year is?"
"Hm..." I said, considering telling him. "Yeah, okay. But what I'm telling you is totally confidential and you can't tell a single soul."
"Okay," He said as I stood on my tip toes to whisper to him. I put my hands on his shoulder for some extra support, because knowing my luck, I'd send us both toppling again.
"You'll find out once we get to school," I whispered before breaking out into a grin.
"That's not fair!" He exclaimed.
"Yes it is," I said. All of a sudden I felt a slap on my butt. I whirled around to see the smug face of Draco Malfoy.
"Hey hot stuff, how about you and me go out some time?" He asked. I wasn't sure whether to feel flattered or disgusted. I mean, I hadn't even gotten to the school yet and I'd been asked out and called "hot stuff". That didn't happen very often for me, even if it was by stupid ferret. And that was why I would feel disgusted. I would never date someone like him. He's...for lack of better words, a Malfoy.
"Excuse me?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
"You heard me, you wanna go out?" He asked.
"Yeah, sorry but I don't go out with pathetic losers," I said. Wow, I'm big on the insults today. Not.
"Then why are you hanging around Potter when you could be with me?" He asked, making me roll my eyes.
"Don't talk about my friends like that, and trust me, I would rather date Harry than you on any day," I said, noticing Harry's cheeks going bright red when I said that.
"You know you want me," Draco smirked his infamous smirk. And although I already didn't like him, I must admit that it was pretty cool to see the smirk in person.
"In your dreams," I snapped.
"You're right, you are in my dreams," He said, making all of his stupid cronies laugh. How pathetic could he get? I was just thinking that when he pulled me so close to him that our chests were touching and he was holding my hands together with his own.
"Let go of her Malfoy," Harry snarled, stepping forward. Oh, I'd gladly play the damsel in distress if he's my prince charming that comes to rescue me.
"Make me, Potter," Malfoy snapped back.
"How about I make you?" I suggested before stomping on his foot as hard as I could and then kneeing him in the groin. I grabbed Harry by the hand and started walking away to the sounds of Malfoy rolling on the ground, holding his...err, "family jewels" and moaning in agony.
"That was bloody wicked!" Harry exclaimed.
"Can you say that again?" I asked.
"That was bloody wicked?" Harry said uncertainly.
"Oh! You're just so British!" I squealed and he laughed. "But thank you. I hate arrogant jerks like him. That was sexual harassment! And luckily, my school's P.E. department has a self defense program for when people get physical. And besides, I've always wanted to do that to someone before. The last part, I mean."
"You are bloody brilliant," Harry said, starting to laugh, especially when he saw the little smile growing on my face at his use of "bloody brilliant". It was just so British!
"I know," I said playfully. "Well, I guess this is where I stop. See you at school."
"Definitely," He said. "And by the way, I hope you get into Gryffindor."
"Me too," I said, smiling at him before I was pulled into the compartment. "EMILIE!" I exclaimed as I lunged at my friend and hugged her.
This was Emilie Grant. I met her two years ago in the seventh grade, and we've talked almost everyday since then. She's one of my best friends but I haven't seen her since the summer. She has straight brown hair and pretty grey eyes.
"EMILIE!" She shouted randomly. "Were you just talking to Harry Potter?"
"Yeah," I said in a dreamy voice.
"Emily's got a new crush!" Lindsay said in a sing song voice.
"And the best part is that he wants me to be in Gryffindor with him," I said, smiling goofily before becoming serious. "But Hannah, wrong time to pick revenge."
"Lindsay made me do it!" Hannah blamed, pointing at Lindsay accusatorily.
"It wasn't all my fault," Lindsay pointed out. "And besides, we thought it would be funny."
"It was pretty funny," Hannah said, and everyone burst out laughing.
"Anyways," I said loudly, taking a page from Hermione's book. "I got to use some of my physical education knowledge."
"How?" Shana asked.
"Let's just say that Malfoy will never speak to me like that again," I hinted.
"You mean you...ohmigod Emily!" Amy exclaimed.
"Hey, he was sexually harassing me and getting physical so I had every right to," I said, smiling slightly at the memory. After a few moments of silence, Amy began talking and changing the subject in the process.
"So, who else is super excited?" Amy asked, taking a picture of the scenery outside with her new camera. "I mean, we're on the Hogwarts Express! We're about to go to Hogwarts!"
"I so want to meet the twins. And that's why I stocked up on these." From her back pocket, she pulled out a few spherical objects. "Dyeing bombs. They turn the victim any color you want. And I just so happened to pick neon pink and bright purple," Lindsay said before laughing manically.
I just gave her one of my infamous looks. "You know, you really scare me sometimes." But I did have to hand it to her; she knew how to get people's attention.
Next time on "Hogwarts, Here We Come!"
What did it mean? I had a big future ahead of me? I was going to have difficult choices to make? There's a big difference coming into my life that I'm strong enough to handle? I'm actually going to take risks for what I feel is right?
None of this sounded like me. I was pretty outgoing, but I usually didn't take that many risks, and tried to keep it easy going. I had enough stress in my life, why couldn't I just go through the rest of my adolescent life in peace?
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