Chapter One-

"Hey, Remus?" I whispered, kneeling down beside my brother's bed. He slowly opned his eyes and looked at me sleepily.

"What?" He asked.

"If you don't get up now, we're going to be late…" I said above a whisper. I tried to be gentle, since that was definitely the right way to wake someone, but I was just so excited.

Remus jumped out of bed, suddenly wide awake. He was always excited about Hogwarts- but I bet I was way more excited than him. He raced to his closet and threw lots of random stuff onto his bed. No matter what it what was that he randomly threw out, it always matched- which totally surprised me. Remus had that nice definite style of shabby-smart.

"Uhm…Emi? Could you leave the room while I change?" he asked. I was busy looking at his bookshelves. We both had four or five big bookshelves in our rooms, which were actually like libraries with beds. My room was my favorite in the house, because it had a balcony that over-looked the lake we lived on, and the huge forest behind it.

"Only if I can borrow the last Sherlock Holmes book in the series." I said, smiling.

"Yeah, sure- go ahead. Thanks for getting me up." he replied.

"No problem, bro! Thanks." I said happily, stepping out of his room and closing the door behind me. That book was the only one I didn't have in the series.

Anyways- back to my house. My house- or Our house, I should say- is an old 20th century mansion that's been passed down from my dad's side of the family. It still has most of the original furniture in it, even-and that's pretty cool to me, since the house is that old. There are eight rooms, not counting the bathrooms or the attic and the basement. Dad, Remus, and me each have a bathroom to ourselves, and there's another bathroom downstairs with Dad's. Our windows are about seven feet tall and maybe two feet wide. Our floors are made of walnut(wood), with a wax finish. We have ornate mantles in the den, basement, attic and living room. Those are my favorite things about the house, really! I also like the little stuff too: In my room and the living room, there's a wall covered with portraits from the 1700's-1800's. There are shelves all around the house, covered with books. The halls are covered with pictures of the family. I love this house so much.

I walked into my room and put the Sherlock book in my trunk, which was full of other good books, a picture of my mum, lots of shoes, textbooks, quills, ink bottles, rools of parchment, and jewelry. Meanwhile, I had a suitcase for my clothes and extra stuff.

I re-tied the belt around my fluffy grey bathrobe and looked in the mirror.

-I was the only one in my family that had copper-colored hair. Make that burnt copper-colored hair... a little darker than what the shiny American penny looks to be. My hair's insanely curly and when I leave it natural it comes a little above my elbows. When I starighten it, it reaches my elbows. Honestly, I have no idea where I get my hair from, since my dad had dirty-blonde hair, and my mum had light-brown hair, both straight. I gte my far-set, greenish grey eyes from my mum and her family. My lashes were naturally long, but curl them and use mascara anyways. My mum had a full top lip rather than a full bototm lip like msot people do, whcih I did inherit from her. Lily calls them rosebud lips. Unlike the majority of the girls at my school, I had no tan. I wasn't as white as a ghost, but I was not tan. My mum had a few freckles, but her tan over took them because of the garden she tended to. I tend to the garden now, and instead of a tan, I get freckles. It kind of ebarasses me, because my freckels are kind of unproportionate. One side of my face has quite a few more freckles than the other. I'm only 5'3'', which I also get from my mum;s side of the family.

-It was only normal that Remus had sandy-brown hair, a mix of Mum's and Dad's. However, his was wavy, so it's kind of like he got half a dose of curly (unlike me, who must have gotten like eight doses). Remus didn't really have to do much with his hair, just run a comb through it once or twice, because it had that natural good hair thing. Lucky boy. Remus didn't have any freckles or anything, just like Dad. And I was the odd one out apparently, because everyone else in the family had a decent tan- especially Remus, since he spends a lot of time outside. Oh well. Remus had big, bright golden-brown eyes, which were kind of far-set. He had long lashes and skinny lips. He looked more like Dad- I mean, they've been mistaken as brothers a few times(which makes dad seem really young). Also like Dad, Remus was really tall at 5'9'' and a half, at least.

I walked into my closet and put my Ravenclaw uniform on, which consisted of a black pleated skirt and a white button-up shirt with my Ravenclaw badge sewed onto it. My robes were still folded neatly in my suitcase, and Lily and I normally changed about 15 minutes away from Hogwarts, on the train. I grabbed my tie, which was flat on my vanity, and buttoned it around my shirt collar. I slipped my blue flats on, which I had to first retrieve from under my bed. I know you're supposed to wear black flats or some kind of black shoes, but I like to be different. Besides, blue and purple are Ravenclaw colours, so why does it even matter?

I quickly flattened the creases in my pleated skirt, getting that anxious feeling that sort of makes you want tom throw up, and zipped up my suitcase. I sat it outside my door. I left my door open, because I would have to get Dad to 'accio' my trunk downstairs, and so would Remus. It sucks that we can't use magic outside of school, but I guess I understand. I bet lots of students wouldn't use their magic for good purposes…like Sirius Black and James Potter, two of my brother's best friends, sometimes mine. Those two were always pranking someone, and if they had any muggle neighbors…Well, I wouldn't be surprised if they woke up one morning to find that their hair was yellow or purple or something. Once, Lily Evans, my best friend, accidently walked into a prank that had been set up for Sirius' younger brother by James and Sirius…she had bubble-gum pink hair for a week…

After a second look at my now straightened hair while in my bathroom, I heard Remus bounce down the staircase. I quickly walked out of my room and raced down the stairs to Dad's room. I actually found him making pancakes and being his usual energetic self, humming "Bewitch' by a band he liked when he was, quote, "Remus' age".

Dad was a wizard architect, so Remus and I didn't get to see him as often as we wanted. Work was busy for him, but when he was home it was like Remus and I lived with the world's biggest party. Dad had always cracked the jokes one after another ever since he could speak, and I have proof from our Grandmother to prove it! Dad's job was pretty fascinating, and it must have been fun. He even set out the base for a few newer sections of the ministry of magic.

He was a good dad, yeah, but...Well, every man has their fault. But that's all another story.

"Good morning, children of mine! Who's hungry?" Dad asked happily, flipping a pancake onto a plate. He sat one plate down in the middle of our set table, which was holding a tall stack of pancakes drenched in syrup.

"Me!" Remus said, jumping into a chair. I sat beside him and took a few pieces of crispy bacon.

"You're always hungry, Remus." I asked, going all television news-reporter on him. Remus gave a sheepish smile.

"I do have to stay taller than a short little someone, of course."

"Oh? Do tell how short your imaginary girlfriend is, then."

"No, I was talking about you."

"Hey! I'm not short. I...Uhm…You're just freakishly tall!"

"Emileigha, I'm only an inch taller than what I should be."

"So?"

"Exactly. You're very short."

I rolled my eyes and smiled, then threw a piece of bacon at him. He caught it and then took a bite.

"Is it a food-fight you want?" Remus asked, throwing the bacon at me this time. I ducked just in time, while Dad, who was oblivious to the situation, sat a pitcher of orange juice on the table. I poured a glass as fast as possible, guzzled it, and then skipped (literally, skipped) up to my room after another piece of bacon. I dragged my suitcase down the stairs, listening to the 'thud' it made every time it hit a stair. I sat it in the den, beside the front door. I could hear Dad and Remus putting dishes and the sink, and then Dad would probably use magic to wash them.

Now that I was really wide awake, I was super excited for Hogwarts!

5th year, here I come!

Going back to Hogwarts meant that I would see my best friend, Lily Evans, and all my other friends! Lily and I always compared how we had changed from one year to another, or over one summer if we had changed at all. For instance, I think I got a rad taller and my hair has grown from my mid-shoulders to a bit above my elbows.

Lily and I have had lots of good times and adventures.

We do a few mischievous things, like the four-person group my brother is in: The Marauders. Sometimes we play a few pranks on clueless first years and other unsuspecting people, but we normally sneak out at night and explore places like the forbidden forest, or even Hogsmede. In 2nd year, we found a tree house a bit of a way into the forest, beside the black lake, and we go there a lot-just to chill and hang out. Luckily, it's surrounded by these tall rocks, so there's extra privacy. And then, there's the ultimate life-giving source Lily and I will worship until the very end of our lives: Chocolate. We worship- yes, worship- it every hour of every day. We would go to some deep measures for that addicting deliciousness.

"Dad, can you accio our trunks to the den?" I asked, as Dad walked into the den.

"Accio Hogwarts trunks!" dad said smartly. Both of our trunks landed neatly beside my suitcase, stacked on top of each other.

"Thanks." I grinned, giving Dad a high-five.

"No problem, Emileigha. Remus, son? Are you ready?" Dad asked smiling.

"Yeah, you bet. Here, you left this, Emi." Remus said, handing me my brown cross-body bag. He also held a Sherlock Holmes book- totally from my shelf.

"Thanks, bro." I smiled, as Remus nodded.

"Alright, do we have everything we need?" Dad asked.

"Yup." Remus replied. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase.

"Uh-huh!" I clicked my tongue. Dad opened the door.

"Let us go then. To space, and beyond." Dad walked out using 'Wingardium-Leviosa' to get our trunks.

"Lady's first, Remus. Go on." I teased. Remus rolled his eyes and shoved me out the door, then closed and locked it behind him. We walked down the steps to our styling black SUV. Even though I consider black vans and SUV's like a kidnapper's car or something, I have to love it.

"So, fifth year begins for my children…" Dad said, breaking the silence, while driving down the road. "Who's excited?"

"Oh, yeah! The librarian said I could be 'Junior Librarian Assistant' with her this year. Finally get to do more than just shelving books! Oh, and she said you can come too, Emi." Remus said quickly and excitedly. Dad chuckled and smiled proudly.

"Sure! And quidditch starts up again! A few people told me that I had quite a few votes dor Vice Captain, so that's something to look into. Plus, I get to see Lily!" I said. We finally entered London (we lived in the less-populated, country-like part of London). It's actually pretty busy on a regular day, but today it was super busy and full of traffic. There's no telling how many Hogwarts students are in some of those cars…And boy, does that make you think…

"And Sirius, too…" Remus whispered, leaning over to me and nudging me. I narrowed my eyes at him, as Dad pulled into the parking lot of King's Cross Station.

"LILY! HOGWARTS! HONEYDUKES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jumping out of the SUV with my suitcase. I ran to the brick barrier that took you to Platform 9 and 3/4, as all the muggles standing around looked at me as if I had a Giraffe standing over me. I stood there for a minute, just until everyone looked away or walked away and then ran through, I kept running to a bench that was closest to the back entrance of the train, which is where Lily and I always met. Dad and Remus walked over, panting, and out of breath.

"Gosh, Emi, aren't you excited?" Dad panted sarcastically, then smiled.

"Geez…You should have seen the looks those muggles were giving you… They think your crazed, I know it." Remus chuckled. I laughed and stretched.

"All in a day's j-" I was cut off as someone jumped on top of me, tackling me to the ground.

"LILY!" I screamed happily.

"EMI!" Lily screamed back, then laughed. She got up off of me and helped me up.

"Whoa, I thought you cracked a rib for a second." I said, rubbing my side. She laughed. "I missed you, Lily-bug!"

"I missed you too, Emi! Hey Remus, Hi, Mr. Lupin." Lily exclaimed. Lily didn't care to act stupid around people, unless they were strangers of course. (We take Stranger Danger very seriously.) We both gave each other a tight bear hug, then let go before we both suffocated.

"Ready to board the train-" I started.

"And talk non-stop? Yup." Lily finished.

"Okay. Did you say bye to your parents?"

"Yeah. Petunia is still mad at me. Boy, can she hold a grudge." Lily muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair. I half-smiled.

"Well, bye, Dad. I'll see you Christmas break. I love you!" I exclaimed, hugging my Dad as tight as I could. He gave me a hug back, kneeling down to my height.

"I love you too, Emileigha. I'm proud of you, you know? Have a good year…and no boys aloud." He whispered, as I raised my eyebrows, then he chuckled and stood back up. I smiled at him, and then he kissed my forehead. "Bye."

"Bye, Dad!" I laughed with my suitcase behind me, walking to the train with Lily. Remus caught up a few seconds later, and he told me that he and Dad had already put our trunks in the cargo section, like usual. He raced ahead of us and got on the train, then we trailed behind him.

The marauders had a distinct compartment- the very last one, on the left. We took the one directly beside that every year (but, hey, we had ours first- we didn't choose to sit by them).

Lily and I sat down in the compartment after I put my suitcase on the overhead rack. We were sitting opposite sides of each other, and immediately started talking like mad.

"Did you cut your hair differently, Lily-bug?" I asked curiously. This was the time to compare.

"Yeah, I'm glad you noticed!" she smiled. "I just got it cut last weekend, Sunday."

"Layers look great with you!" I complimented.

"Thanks! I see that your hair got longer." Lily said. We have hawk-eyes; super, super hawk-eyes.

"Yeah! And I think I got a little taller!" I exclaimed happily. Height was a big deal at Hogwarts, because ever guy dated a tall girl. Sure, dad said no boys, but I can still like them, right? And they can like me, too?

"That's great!" Lily said, as we both fist bumped. Lily was now an inch taller than me, for sure. I am so short. "But I'm still taller than you."

"But only imagine the future, Miss Evans." I said smartly, stroking my imaginary beard, which came to my waist. Lily snorted.

"Ah,yes, I will still be taller than you, Miss Lupin." She said, stroking her imaginary beard, too.

"My beard is better, because it comes to my waist." I said, pretending to slde my hnds down my beards full length.

"That's weird." she said.

"Dumbledore's beard comes to his waist." I said.

"True…" Lily said, twisting her imaginary mustache around her finger.

Lily and I talked and talked and talked, until the train made it to Hogwarts. Luckily, we weren't disturbed by the Marauders…Until the carriage ride from Hogsmede…

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