If there was one thing that Emmelia knew about her future at Hogwarts, it was that being placed in Slytherin sucks ass (regardless of the fact that she was one, even if she hadn't been sorted yet).
Everyone hated Slytherins.
After finishing all of her school shopping with Professor Mcgonagall, the woman had dropped her off at the Leaky Cauldron with all of her belongings (even with all of her stuff she’d left at the Dursleys. Though, admittedly, there wasn’t much besides a few books and her pointe shoes. The woman hadn’t known to go to Petunia’s closet to look for all of Emmelia's fancy clothes.).
Emmelia had made sure to buy multiple books on wizarding culture and Hogwarts itself. She was shocked at how prejudiced the wizarding world was. Not only the discrimination that muggleborns were regularly faced with, but people were constantly painting all Slytherins as villains. She knew that couldn’t be right.
Obviously, a lot of blood purists were in Slytherin, but they weren’t all like that. Merlin was a Slytherin for God’s sake. The house was about ambition and the want to become something.
Either way, Emmelia was not excited be sorted into the house of snakes. She’d read a couple biographies on herself (even if most of the facts about her current life were completely wrong) and she’d practically choked on the pure prejudice and ignorance they stunk of. Basically, she was known as the ‘Girl Who Lived’. As a baby, she’d vanquished the Dark Lord and became the savior of the Light.
(She hadn’t really understood the Dark and Light thing until she looked it up. She’d eventually got it when she matched people’s auras (or magical cores) with either Dark, Light, or Gray.)
Slytherin though, was the Dark house. When she was put there, (because there was no doubt in her mind that she would be) people would be distrustful of her. It was stupid and bigoted, but she hasn't seen a single person in all of the books she's read acknowledge it as wrong. Emmelia knew what people wanted of her. She wanted an amazing, powerful, and polite girl that would promise to defeat Voldemort again if he ever returned. They wanted a bloody Gryffindor.
Emmelia decided that if people hated the people like her that much, she'd use her own world renowned game to fix it. Being out in slytherin would obviously make a lot of people like her, but she was pretty positive that the amount of adoration and gratitude that people from the Light looked at her with would eventually outweigh the negativity. In turn, it would help encourage the public to be more trusting of people like her.
Currently, Emmelia had thousands of people that adored her. While she might lose a few if she was a Slytherin, they'd probably eventually forget to hate her. That meant she would get all the popularity of being the Girl Who Lived, with all the political benefits of being sorted into a house with all of the main Ministry officials kIds. Win win.
It was odd though. She’d studied up on Dark cores, and found that there was literally nothing wrong with the concept of Dark Magic. It was just like Light Magic. Sure, there were Dark Arts spells that were dangerous and ‘evil’, but there were Light spells that did the same thing.
It was obviously all about the intent of the witch or wizard. Dark Magic couldn’t be inherently bad, it just made no sense.
Emmelia had promised herself to study Dark Magic (in private of course). Thankfully, her (rare) Gray core allowed her to perform both Dark Magic and Light Magic with equal ease. She’d guessed that she'd inherited her silver magical core from the ancient Peverell line, because both of her parents were known Light wizards.
The weird thing though, was that she couldn’t find a single book that mentioned peoples auras. The one she was currently reading, The Importance of Magical Cores in Today’s Society, said that the only possible way to tell what someone’s core was through experimentation with both Light and Dark Arts. That meant that either the book was wrong, or Emmelia was insane.
She decided that it was probably the first one. Hopefully. She’d look it up at Hogwarts. After her two weeks at living at the Leaky Cauldron, Emmelia had already exhausted all of the books that Flourish and Blotts bookstore had on the topic.
Waving her hand towards her bedside lantern (the Trace didn’t work at places like the Leaky Cauldron. If the ministry saw a magical signature go off in her room, they’d just assumed that an adult had cast the spell, not her. It was quite a useful little loophole), Emmelia watched as her aura snuffed out the fire. She rolled over in her bed and tried to imagine what her life at Hogwarts would be like. She had a feeling that it would definitely be better than living with the Dursleys.
Emmelia took a deep breath as she prepared to run through the wall. She’d asked a pair of redhead twins how to get to the station and they’d told her to run straight in between the nine and ten platform markings.
She’d looked at them skeptically and, to prove it, one of the twins had shown her what to do. Still, she was awfully reluctant to get her head bashed in.
She looked at the other twin again. He was grinning at her, “Want me to go before you?” Emmelia shook her head in determination, she may be a Slytherin, but she was no coward, “Yes well, it is ladies first.” His smile became wider as he scratched the back of his hair.
She smiled back, although hesitantly. ‘Okay, I can do this.’ She thought. Shutting her eyes tight, she walked towards the supposed platform. She wasn’t going to run straight into a wall of she could help it. Her body tensed in anticipation as she waited for her cart to hit brick. It never came.
She opened her eyes and gasped quietly. She was surrounded by hundreds of family dressed in the strange robes that all magical people wore. The most shocking sight though, was the scarlet steam engine that lay on the tracks of the station.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Emmelia squeaked in surprise when both twins threw their arms over her shoulder. Get off get off get off get off.
“So,” Said one smiling.
“What your name little lady?” Said the other.
Emmelia was at a loss with how to respond. She never really spoke to anyone her age, and definitely not so casually.
“Well I’m-my name is Emmelia Potter. It’s a pleasure.” She smiled at the boy on her right. She couldn’t remember is it was Fred or George.
Both pairs of eyes widened in surprise, “Your Majesty!-” one of the twins gasped dramatically.
“We had no idea-”
“Girl Who lived-”
“The hero of the Light-”
One of the redheads swung around to face her and kissed her hand. She really needed to get used to all the pureblood customs everywhere. If she didn’t, she’d just look like a fool. She’d study up on them again while at Hogwarts.
Emmelia managed to stop herself from snatching her hand away. Kids her age were way too touchy. Adults were much easier to talk to. One awe filled smile and an incorrectly guessed age and they’d do practically anything for you. Also, the only contact they initiated was a hand on the shoulder, or maybe a pat on the back. Emmelia could handle a pat in the back. Or a hug if she knew it was coming.
Emmelia shook her head in denial, deciding to take the humble approach with these boys, “No no, I didn’t really do anything. I was only a baby, I doubt I could’ve done anything to defeat Voldemort. Thousands of other full grown wizards had tried, and they all failed.”
“But there’s proof! You managed to reflect the killing curse in to him. You might not know how you did it, but you definitely did.”
“I guess you're right. I’m not very used to all this attention. And-uh,” She glanced meaningfully at their arms which were back around her shoulders, “touching.”
“Oh! Of course-“ Fred (she thought it was Fred at least) immediately took his hand off her shoulder and his brother followed her lead. They continued to talk about random things. Emmelia decided she rather liked the twins when they weren’t smothering her.
Eventually, both boys were called away from her by their mother. Emmelia turned her attention back to the Hogwarts express. Climbing up the polished wood steps, she could see just how ancient the train really was.
Suddenly, a loud clanging behind her caused her to turn quickly. A small girl with golden princess curls and light lavender eyes had fallen to her knees while she was trying to get her trunk up the stairs. Emmelia immediately bent down to help her. Her own trunk was levitating a few feet off, so it wouldn’t cause any problems.
Emmelia offered to carry/float the shy girls trunk for her.
“What’s your name?” Emmelia asked, smiling.
“Oh-me? Um well-my name is Daphne...Daphne Greengrass.”
‘Ahhhhhhh’ Emmelia thought, recognizing her name as one of the sacred twenty eight, ‘Yeah, definitely the rich type. Doesn’t seem to spoiled though, which is ideal. She might make a good friend. She’s definitely the follower type, and I want to work on breaking down the walls of prejudice that surrounds Hogwarts. She’s a sure bet for Slytherin, obviously. The Greengrasses have been in Slytherin for decades.”
“Hello Daphne. My name is Emmelia Potter. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Is it your first year?” This girl was much easier to talk to, much more reserved and quiet. Not that she didn’t like talking to the twins of course, they were just a lot.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Heir Potter.”
“Oh please, call me Emmelia. I want to be friends.” She took Daphne’s hand, “Come on, let's go find a seat.” Emmelia noticed her hesitation and quickly backtracked, “Unless you want to sit with your friends. You’re probably really popular.” She said, flattering the shy girl.
“Oh no no! It’s just that-that no one’s ever really wanted to be my friend…” Daphne said, embarrassed, “Thank you.”
Well that’s rather stupid. Emmelia thought that there would be plenty of purebloods wanted to be friends with the Greengrasses. They were very powerful and influential, it’d be a great alliance to make.
“Of course Daphne. Come on, let’s find an apartment.”
They’d ended up sitting with Neville Longbottom, the only heir to the Longbottom line, and Hermione Granger, an extremely bright muggleborn witch. Thankfully, Daphne made no rude comments to either of them, despiser her being dark and a pureblood. Emmelia hoped that meant that she wasn’t a blood purest.
Neville had lost his toad (multiple times) during the train ride, so Emmelia suggested they ask a prefect to find it. Hermione had praised her for her brilliant idea, and suggested they find the Gryffindor one, because was obviously that best house. Daphne looked like she was going to say something at that, but Emmelia stopped her.
Eventually, Percy Weasley had found the toad, so all four of them went back to their little compartment. The rest of the ride was spent chatting (mostly Hermione spouting knowledge from all of their school books and Emmelia trying to gauge everyone’s personalities and likes) and preparing to get off the train.
Eventually, the steam engine chugged to a halt. As everyone got off, they were met with a giant, hairy, man, waving his arms and yelling, “Firs’ years firs’ years over here! This way everyone!”
Hesitantly, all of the eleven year olds followed him towards the lake. When the man caught site of Emmelia, his eyes widened and he said, “Merlin Emmy! Is that you? I haven't seen you since yuh were just a baby! Look just like yer mum, yuh do! How are yuh?”
“I’m uh, very well sir, thank you.”
He laughed, placing her hand heavily on her shoulder. Emmelia hissed, “Yuh can call me Hagrid, Emmy! That’s what everyone calls me! I’m the groundskeeper here at Hogwarts.” He said proudly, sticking out his chest.
“Well then thank you Hagrid. Have a nice day!” Emmelia called over her shoulder on the way to the boats with her three new friends.
“Who was that?” Hermione asked, slightly horrified.
Emmelia smiled at her, “Don’t worry Hermione, he knew my parents. Just wanted to say hello. No harm done.” She assured her.
“Alright then. I guess.” She moved closer to her and whispered, “He was huge. I wonder if he’s part giant.”
Emmelia shrugged. She had no idea, she’d just met the man.
They spent the ride over the lake wallowing in their anxiety. Some of it was lowered when Daphne promised that the sorting wasn’t some sort of test. Just a weird hat that sang. Emmelia wasn’t sure she believed her.
She was proven wrong fifteen minutes later, standing in front of the large wooden doors that led into Hogwarts. They were greeted by Professor McGonagall, the same teacher who had brought Emmelia shopping in Diagon alley. She began the introduction to the sorting ceremony.
“In a few minutes, you will be shown into the Great Hall where you will be sorted into your houses. This ceremony is not merely tradition, but is critical to your life at Hogwarts, as your houses will be your homes and nearly your family while you are here at Hogwarts.
“You will attend your classes with the other students of your year from your house, you will sleep every night in your house dormitories, and you will no doubt waste many of your precious few hours of free time that should be spent on homework, playing games and socialising in your house common rooms.
“The four houses are, in alphabetical order: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. I will add that all houses have produced their fair share of great and notable witches and wizards, and no house is any greater than any other.”
At those words, Emmelia heard a soft snort behind her, and she and several others turned their heads to see a pale blonde boy with aristocratic features looking up at Professor McGonagall with disbelief written all over his face. His smug look vanished however when she turned her imperious gaze to him with a look of utter disapproval.
“Now that all interruptions are over, also while you are in your house, you will have the opportunity to win or lose points for your house. Points are awarded for good behaviour and excellent performance in lessons, and taken away for poor behaviour, and are only granted or removed by staff. Please note that school prefects and the Head Boy and Girl on the other hand while unable to remove or give points, can give out detentions and other punishments. At the end of the school year, the house that has earned the most points will win the House Cup, the highest award for a house in the school. So, I hope you will all apply yourselves thoroughly while you are in attendance and do credit to whichever house you are sorted.
“I will now go and prepare the Great Hall for your entrance. Please take these remaining few minutes to straighten yourselves out as best you can, ensuring you all look your best when you present yourselves before the school to be sorted.”
She said this last part somewhat stiffly, and her keen eyes darted about, landing notably on Neville whose robes had been spun around sideways in the jostling of getting into the room, and one of the red headed boys who had been standing with the rest of the Weasleys, who had a smudge of dirt on his nose.
Eventually, the door slammed open and the first years were forced into the great hall. Professor McGonagall placed a dirty old hat on the four legged stool already there. Slowly, a rip opened near the brim of the hat, like a mouth. To all the first years (even Daphne’s) disbelief, the hat 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;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs 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 entirety of Hogwarts broke into a wild applause, Gryffindor being the loudest and Slytherin being the quietest. Emmelia was not looking forward to being in Gryffindor, loud people were the absolute worst. It died off as Professor McGonagall called the first name.