Emily cried. She cried and cried and cried. It was like a nightmare she wasn’t able to wake up from.

James…how could he? She hiccupped. Why was he like that? How could he blame me?!

Emily was sitting under the tree next to the lake, eyes bloodshot, arms wrapped around her knees shaking as she sobbed. She caught sight of the green and silver patch on her robes and cried harder. A few weeks had passed since she had been sorted into Slytherin and this was the first chance she got to cry. She had learned quickly that expecting sympathy from her housemates was stupid.

No one liked her and her dream of becoming best of friends with her dorm mates was crushed after they taunted her and made fun of her looks, hair, and figure. The only thing they didn’t make fun of her were her nice clothes; her parents loved to spoil both of their children. She was the little Potter who ended up in the wrong house. Around her classmates and teachers she looked calm and collected, a nervous first year ready to learn, but inside she was always crying.

It was expectant from the Slytherins to look at her as if she was scum, muttering about her ‘blood traitor’ parents and brother She had knew they were like that, especially after James had sent her many letters during his first years calling the Slytherins evil and creepy, but what she didn’t expect was for James, her loving older brother, to hurt her like he did.

She had sought him out after the welcoming feast, hoping to get comforting words, but all she got out of their encounter was a broken heart.


When Dumbledore had dismissed the students to go to their common rooms Emily felt relief and jumped up, running around the exiting student, not caring that her new housemates were sending her dirty looks for acting so immature, and tried to find her brother.

She spotted him walking towards the stairs in the entrance hall with his friend, and hurried over, grabbing his arm. The four, second year boys stopped at looked at her. James and Sirius glared, and Peter tried to copy them, while Remus shot her a pitying look.

“James-“ She started.

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and looked at her as if she was something disgusting. “How could you, how could you be sorted into Slytherin?!”

“You’re blaming me?” She felt tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. “I didn’t choose to go there, the hat did!”

“Well it didn’t take it very long to choose.” He countered.

“I don’t want to be a stupid slimy Slytherin!” She yelled, causing many head to turn towards the siblings and all nearby Slytherins to glare at her. “I wanted to be a Gryffindor, like you and dad!”

He gave a humorless laugh. “Well you got a funny way of showing it. I bet you did want to be a Slytherin all along. I should have suspected something when you took such a liking to snakes and defending Slytherins.”

Tears rolled down her cheek. “I wasn’t defending them, I was only-“

He cut her off. “I don’t care, from now on you are no longer my sister, and you can expect to get a letter from mum and dad, telling you how much of a traitor you are."
Her heart clenched and she glared. “I’m not a traitor, you are!”

He scowled. “Of, so you’re already shooting off the pureblood stuff. Gonna start calling me a blood traitor and make fun of muggleborns?”

“No!” She protested. “How can you do this, I’m you’re sister.”

He pushed her away. “Not anymore.”

Someone caught her, but Emily didn’t look to see who it was as she watched her brother walk away.

“Potter!” The girl holding her yelled and both Emily and James looked at her. Emily noticed the long red hair, pretty green eyes, and Gryffindor robes and felt jealousy burn into her heart.

James looked at the girl also and looked disgusted. “Evans, how can you touch that thing?”
“Well she’s already used to the stench of Slytherin.” Sirius said, smirking.

James didn’t find it as amusing and stared at Evans, along with Emily, who concluded that she was Lily Evans, muggleborn witch that had been mentioned in one of James’s letters after he was sorted into Gryffindor.

Lily glared. “How can you treat your sister like this?! Why does it matter if she’s a Slytherin?”

“It means everything, it means she’s evil.” James said, turning to continue up the stairs with his friends.
Lily glared after him, but gave up after a moment and looked down at Emily and into her sad eyes and tried to smile comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”

Emily stared at her. She’s…pitying me. Why is someone so perfect looking feeling sorry for me, unless…she’s mocking me? Emily’s heart clenched. She’s a Gryffindor, she’s only going to call me evil behind my back, or to my face like…Emily held back a sob. Like James. The sadness suddenly vanished and was replaced by anger and she moved away from Lily.

“Emily, are you okay?” Lily asked.

Emily glared at James’s back. Fine, if he wants to hate me, I’ll give him a reason to.

Lily put a hand on her shoulder. “Emily?”

“Don’t touch me mudblood!” Emily hit her hand away. Lily gasped and held her hand to her chest as if it was burned, but Emily ignored her and stared at James’s back as it stiffened and he turned slowly; his shocked hazel eyes met Emily’s angry brown ones.

She glared up at him. “I hate you!”

She turned and ran into the dungeons.
End Flashback!

Emily let out another sob. How could I say that, and I used that awful word! James must hate me even more now! She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her robe and sniffed, finally finished crying. She let out a shaky sigh and stared at the lake, glad none of her housemates saw her acting so weak.

It would just give them even more of a reason to hate me. Not only did I badmouth Slytherin in front of the entire house, but I’m a crybaby too. I can’t take this anymore; I have to deal with this, but how?

Emily took another deep breath. “I’ll have to fit in somewhere, I can’t and will not live my school life feeling sorry for myself.”

The Gryffindors hate me for calling Evans a mudblood, Ravenclaws are boring, and Hufflepuffs are scared of Slytherins. That leaves my housemates. They hate me now, but maybe if I act like I’m one of them they’ll accept me. I don’t have to believe in their views, actually, I don’t have to believe in anyone’s view, but if James considers himself on the good side, the side that will turn their backs on family, then I don’t want to be on their side.

Emily slowly stood up. “I’m going to be the perfect Slytherin. I’ll become stronger than everyone and they’ll never dare mock me again.”

After Emily’s revelation something changed within her; the naïve happiness in her eyes dimmed a bit and her soul darkened.



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