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Not Alone by luvhp16

Format: Novel
Chapters: 15
Word Count: 16,946
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Violence

Genres: Drama, General, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Seamus, Draco, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Harry/OC, Ron/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/27/2007
Last Chapter: 03/01/2008
Last Updated: 03/01/2008


Emma Cooper is a muggle - none magic folk - that's in constant danger until she is told the truth of her destiny. After months at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she's taught the meaning of her life by none other than famous Harry Potter.

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Chapter 1: A Favor
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Packing his things hastily away in the boys dormitory located in one of the tallest towers in Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry was startled when Professor McGonagall lightly opened the door and entered. "If you would come with me Mr. Potter, the Headmaster would like to speak with you immediately."

Harry scratched the back of his neck and followed her into the office he had been in several times before, and sat.

"He'll be but a moment." She pursed her lips and shut the door behind her.

A few minutes past by when the grey wizard entered the office and smiled gently taking a seat in his great chair.  "Harry, I know tomorrow everyone will be leaving here for holiday, and you are waiting to spend your summer with the Weasleys; but I need to ask you a favor." Harry nodded in understanding and waited quietly for him to continue. "Emma Cooper needs the help of the ministry, but is receiving none. I fear for her, and her family's life."

"Is she a muggle?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Dumbledore made no move to answer the question but instead peered over his gold rimmed spectacles, his eyes somewhat dulled. "She has incredible power, Harry, more than she or anyone else knows. Which is the way it needs to stay for now."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

He stood to his feet and strode to a peculiar mirror, staring at him in the reflection. "Voldemort will soon find out who she is and will kill her." He turned to him and spoke with a strong but anxious voice. "I need you to protect her over the summer, until the time is right."

"Are you mad?!" Harry shouted, his own voice deceiving him.

Dumbledore let out a small chuckle and answered. "Some people think so. I do believe Molly called me that when I told her what was to be asked of you."

"Professor," He sputtered, the wheels in his head turning. "Why would you send me to do this, when there are order members who can do a lot better job than me?"

"Because, I feel you are ready for the responsibly and it would be wise for you to befriend Miss Cooper."

Harry sighed and pushed himself back into the seat, defiantly. "Why would Voldemort even what to kill her?"

"She is uncommonly gifted for a muggle or even a witch. When she is trained her capabilities will be endless. Voldemort will either take her to his side of this war or bring death to her doorstep." The Headmaster straightened his glasses on his long crooked nose and continued. "My guess is he'll be sending one of his followers."

The Gryffindor nodded and got to his feet. "When do I leave?"

Harry made his way back to the Gryffindor tower and found his friends who were waiting eagerly by a booming fire. He collapsed on the couch and with little prodding, told them what Dumbledore wanted.

"Oh, great, so now I have to put up with Hermione all by myself?" Ron commented to lighten the subject, resulting in a gab in the ribs from Hermione. "Ouch!" Ron yelped.

"Put up with me?" Hermione shrieked, her temper flaring. "You're the one who . . . "

Dumbledore wouldn't sent him into any real danger, would he?

Chapter 2: Emma Cooper
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"Emma! Someone's moving in across the way! Don't you want to come and see?!"

The girl smiled and shook her head in amusement. "Just a minute!" She yelled back upon entering her doorway. She slowly made her way down the steps, tying her hair into a knot, hastily, mumbling under her breath, "Hopefully a new friend." After bounding off the stairs, she scoffed at the sight of her mother at the living room window, and crossed her arms. "What are you doing?"

"Come, come." Charlotte motioned her closer. "I didn't even see any moving trucks. Come to think of it, I didn't even know the house was for sale."

Emma smiled and moved towards her, curiosity getting the best of her. Her green eyes fell on the sight a small family, who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Look at him." She pointed her long finger at a boy who looked just about her daughter's age. "Cute isn't he?"

Just at that moment, when Emma peered at him, he caught her eye. Her cheeks burned as she backed away from the open window. "Mom!"

Harry sighed. "Bloody hell. Is that her?" He nodded to the house across the street, his eyes flashing on the empty window.

"I suppose." Jennifer Darling, a Ministry member, answered. "She's the only child."
Jennifer was a plump woman with black straight hair that stuck out in strange places, oddly like his own. Her beady black eyes deceived her joyful and warm demeanor.

He nodded and stepped inside of his new 'home'. His orbs travel over the rooms and noted that he would write to Ron just before night fall.

"Potter!" Jennifer called.


"When it gets dark, I'm going to set up a few spells around the Cooper's. But I think it'll be a good idea if you get close to the girl."

"What?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and set his trunk down.

Darling laughed and took a step forward. "Oh come on Harry, use your famous charm. You want to keep them safe, don't you?"


"Mom. Mom! Where are you going?!" Emma called exasperated, watching her mother's figure move away.

"I forgot, I have to go to the store. Be a dear and welcome them to the neighborhood." Charlotte glanced over her shoulder and winked.

"But," The door opened and Emma hastily turned around, coming face to face with the boy she saw earlier. "Uh - Hi."

"Hi." He smiled gently and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

She found herself staring at him and blushed. Her eyes gravitated to her hands. "Here." Forcing the pie into his hands, she laughed nervously. "My mom made it, as a welcoming gift."

"Right, thanks."

They stood there for a moment in silence. Suddenly realization struck her. "Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Emma, Emma Cooper." She stuck out her hand and he shook it.

"Harry," Next she found it was odd that he hesitated. "Baines. My - my name is Harry Baines."

"Nice to meet you." She grinned and had it received. Her stomach tied itself into knots and she stuck her thumb over her shoulder. "I had better get going. I have to do - something."

Emma turned on her heel and walked as fast as she possibly could to get away. "Stupid - Stupid - Stupid."

Harry closed the door and stared at the apple pie. 'This is to much responsibility.'

"Potter. Who was that?"

He ignored this question and stated, "Our last name is Baines."

"I thought it was supposed to be McCann. Oh well. Don't think it'll make too much of a difference." Jennifer shrugged and eyed the dessert. "What's that?"

"Welcoming gift." Harry handed her the plate, in which she took gratefully with a broad grin. "I'm going to owl Hermione and Ron."


Chapter 3: Alone
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Harry's eye caught a visitor walking up the cobblestone pathway and to the door.

"I'll get it, Son." Mrs. Darling winked at him and flung open the door. "Why hello, Charlotte."

"Hi. I came to ask you and your son a favor, if it's not to much trouble."

"Come in, come in." She ushered the neighbor into the house and closed the door behind her. Once Mrs. Cooper was settled safely on the couch across from Harry and Jennifer, she spoke again. "What is it was can do for ya?"

"Well, me and my husband have to leave for an important business matter, which leaves my daughter, Emma, home by herself. We're only going to be gone for a couple of days, but I was wondering if you would keep an eye on her. I wish I didn't have to leave her by herself, but there's really nothing I can do."

"Oh, fine, fine." Jennifer stole a glance at Harry. "We would be glad too. When are you to leave?"


"We shall ask her to dinner."

"That would be great." Charlotte stood and brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt before smiling at the two of them. "I better get packing. I'll tell Emma to come here around five?"

Jennifer nodded.

"I can't thank you enough. I just want to be sure she's safe."

"It's no problem at all."


An awkward air surrounded the dinner table that night. Emma sat across from Harry, nibbling on the food, trying not to look as though she was a starving animal.

"How do you like it here?" She asked, trying to fill the silence.

"It's so lovely here." Jennifer answered and took a bit of her food.

"And you Harry?" Emma asked, raising her gaze to him, and noticed his eyes were green.

Realizing he was staring at her, Harry cleared his throat and answered in a tone that was far too enthusiastic, "I like it here a lot." Harry made a crooked smile and took a rather large bit of his bread, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Emma laughed and nodded. "I'm glad you think so."


Closing her eyes, Emma felt the warm summer breeze caress her face, leaving her to daydream. The forest's trees rustled lightly and the sound of close waves touched her ears. For the first time she felt safe, as though someone was watching over her carefully. It was strange though, the feeling was unexpected.

Suddenly her thoughts were pushed when a strange sensation over came her entire body. Jerking her head in the direction of the forest, she saw it had become narrow and darker. The summer sun was no where to be seen and dark clouds replaced it. The cool wind howled through the trees giving an eerie impression.

Casting suspicious glances every which way she headed back to the house. Uncertainty flooded her mind and she started to sing, wishing away her fears.


Harry watched from his window the peculiar signs of the storm. The fast clouds and darkening sky made him uneasy. Suddenly a knock on his door, startled him from thought. He went to it and found Mrs. Darling standing outside it.

"I've got an urgent letter from the Ministry." She held it up and continued. "I have to leave straight away. Sorry." She turned slightly and then back. "Make sure to keep a watchful eye on Cooper, the skies are rather strange."

Chapter 4: Save Me
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Harry had not slept well that night. His scar had been burning and he knew something was very wrong.

While he lay flat on his back in the quiet of the empty house, he heard a dull scream. Jolting up in his bed, he whispered, "No." and ran to his window.

Not a light was on in the house next door, but dark figures were found next to the blue front door.

His heart leap in his chest and his feet carried him closer to her.



She had had a nightmare, a terror she thought would never end until the moment she woke. Emma sat up in her bed, tears streaming down her lovely face. She wiped them hastily away and was alarmed when a loud pound came from outside. With a fast jerk of her head, towards her bedroom door, she stood. She lead to the first floor, her throat swelling.

"H-hello?" Emma stuttered nervously in the dark.

Jumping at the sound of another pound outside, she ran.

The door caved in.

Emma's breathing became unsteady and quick. Her mind was flying with thoughts, thoughts of what would happen to her, if anyone would come for her.

Heavy footsteps drew near. She looked to both sides of her and knew she was trapped.

"Emma Cooper?" A voice haunted her ears. The voice then lowered. "Go upstairs, I'll search here."

Backing up, she hit the wall.

Finally her enemy came into view. "Hello."

"What do you want?" Her chest fell up and down hurriedly as she gasped for breath.

"You know it really is a shame we have to kill you," He walked closer, his black eyes following the line of her body. Then, raised his rough and clammy hand to her cheek and attempted to trace her jaw line. "after all you are exceptionally beautiful."

"Don't touch me!" She demanded, pushing his hand off.

"You know Emma, no one is here to save you. There's no one coming." He spat. "Give me any fight and your death will only hurt more."

Her eyes widened in fright and slowly tears fell down her pale face.

"Goyle!" The man barked and not a second later footsteps came pounding down the stairs.

"Oh, I see you've got her."

Suddenly another voice shouted. "Let her go!"

Everyone's eyes darted across the room to - Harry.

Emma took a shaky breath. "Get out of here!" she screamed. His heroics would only get him killed.

Harry shook his head. "I'll say it one more time, let her go."

"Potter." The man growled. "Goyle take care of him, and I'll finish her." He turned and looked her square in the eyes while she felt pressure on her neck.

This was it. This was the end.

Emma closed her eyes and waited for her fait. She heard shouts and then a silence. The grip on her arm loosened.


She was shoved against the wall harder and let go. A pain in the back of her head made her grip it. She moaned and saw through her blurry eyesight, a struggle.

"Impedimenta!" Harry bellowed as he pointed a strange object at the intruder. A bolt of light flashed and hit him straight in the chest, sending him straight into a wall. The boy then made his way to her.

Emma's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she shook her head as he kneeled down to her. "But,"

He interrupted, "Get yourself out of here."

"Harry, I -"

He took his hand in her own and helped her up. "You must leave."

"Can't you come with?"

"No. Now go."

For one moment she hesitated and left with a guilt in her heart.

His eyes followed her too long. Harry yelped in pain as a curse hit him from behind. Blood flowed from his body as he knelled down. He looked up to see the Death Eater smile menacingly. Harry's chest filled with hate and with one last ounce of energy, he spat a spell.

The Dark Lords follower shouted, hit a wall hard, and crumpled to the floor; dead.

Harry could feel all blood rushing out of his body as he looked away. Trying to cover up his wound with his hands, he fell weak gasping in pain. He collapsed to the floor on the broken glass.

Life was draining from him and his brilliant green eyes drowned in darkness as he became numb.

He waited for someone, anyone to help him.

Chapter 5: Truth
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After hearing no movement in the house, Emma went back.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she walked over the broken glass. "Ha - Harry?"

Her ragged breath ceased when she saw his crumpled body laying on the floor. "Harry!" She screamed and fell to the floor next to him. "I shouldn't have left you." Pressing her ear to his chest she listened for a heartbeat, anything to show he was okay. "I'm so sorry." She whispered and lifted her head to look at his face.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered his name again. "Harry." Her eyes then rested on the large gash in his mid. She pressed her shaking hands gently to it. "Please."

Without a hope that things would be better, Emma choked out a sob when his chest rose and fell, steady but weakly. She rolled on her knees and watched intently as he opened his eyes.

She smiled and repeated the words, "It's going to be okay. I'm here now."

He found comfort in her them and without a word, nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

"I won't leave you." Emma whispered.



The sound of sirens filled the air.
The paramedics had come.

Emma sighed in relief and stayed by his side on the way to the ambulance.

Harry opened his eyes and flinched at the pain. The moment he saw Emma by his side, he smiled through his agony.

"You'll be okay, these people will help you."

"Please. . ." He struggled to say.

"What is it?" She furrowed her brows and placed her hand on his.

He felt the warmth of her touch. "S-stay with m-me."

"Of course. I won't leave you, alright?"

A parametric took her arm and held Emma back. "Miss if you aren't family, you can't come."

"But, he wants me with him. I'm all he's got." Her voice started to shake. "Please."

"Fine. Stay out of the way."

She sat next to him and took his hand, her eyes watching the people fuss over him. "Promised I wouldn't leave you."


Emma woke to the bright sunlight shining on her face. She stood to her feet and paced the floor. A small creak of the mattress caught her attention. She looked in the direction and smiled. He woke up.

Harry smiled back and greeted, "Hi."

Nervously wringing her hands, she took a step forward. "I tried to reach your mother, but she wasn't home, so I . . ." Emma sat on the chair next to him and tried to keep her eyes from his.

"Emma," He voiced and tried to continue before he was interrupted by the opening of the door.

"Good God." Mrs. Darling rushed into the room and stopped at the end of his bed. "Harry." Her beady black eyes traveled to Emma, noticing she didn't have a scratch on her and sighed. "Job well done."

Emma glanced from one to the other, confusion written all over her pretty face. "Job well done?" She repeated. "Ms. Baines, I'm not sure what's going on."

Jennifer cleared her throat and asked him, "Should you tell her, Harry, or do you want me to?"

Chapter 6: Hospital Stay
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"Tell me what?" Emma asked, exasperated.

Harry watched her in concern and wondered how he should start.

"Tell me what?" She repeated, this time with a tone more demanding.



"You're lying! The both of you." Emma shrieked standing to her feet. "I'm not a - a witch."

Jennifer rested a hand on her shoulder, in tempt to calm her. "I know it's hard for you to understand, but. . ."

"No!" She took a step away from her, letting her hand fall.

"Look," Harry grimaced as he tried to sit up.

Emma's eyes softened and she shook her head. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me, but this - none of it makes any sense." Her face turned red and her eyes swelled. "I - I have to go." She quickly turned on her heel and made to leave until Jennifer took her wand out of her pocket and flicked it. A click of the lock sounded and Emma's eyes widened. She tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge. She tried again. "Let me out!"

"I'm afraid we can't."

Harry was pained by the expression Emma currently held. "Emma. Mrs. Darling and myself,"

"Darling? But I thought."

"You thought wrong, my dear." She offered.

He continued, "Mrs. Darling and myself were sent to protect you by the orders of a wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, itself." Noticing she was listening and remained to be calm, Harry explained. "There's a world you have no idea of, a world that's magic."



"Well, I must be off, lots of memories to fix. Harry, Dumbledore will be wanting to see the two of you." She stood to her feet and smiled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cooper."

Emma nodded and still couldn't find any words.

Jennifer laughed. "We'll be in contact."

Once the door had shut, Emma and Harry had found themselves in silence until he interrupted it.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way." He cleared his throat and added, "I know it must be hard for you."

"Yeah, well." She leaned back in her chair and sighed. "How do you feel? The doctors said it was a miracle that you survived, with a wound like that."

"I feel better now, a little sore, but better." Harry smiled and thanked her.

"I didn't do anything. You're the one who risked their life to save me."

Harry found himself grinning at her and then slowly it faltered. "Look, it's not very safe for you to be alone anymore. So, it's best for tonight you stay here."

She nodded. "Alright." After she paused for a moment she asked with a sad tone, "Will it always be like this?"

"What do you mean?"

Taking a deep exhale she paced the room until she met with the widow. While gazing out of it at the night stars, she replied. "I mean, always watching," She looked down and traced the line of the windowsill and added, "Wondering at night whether I'm going to wake up the next day."

Harry felt his throat burn but assured her, whether he was sure of it or not, "In time."

Emma sat herself on the edge of his bed, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Can I tell you something?"


Nodding she caught his gaze and looked away. "I've always dreamed about having an adventure, one with danger and thrill." Her eyes lit up for a moment before they dulled. "But now, I'm just scared."

Harry nodded in understanding and pressed his hand on hers. "It'll be okay; I promise."



"Can you stand up for me Harry?" A graying man with a white coat asked, his hands ready grab him for support.

Harry hesitated and slid his feet of the bed and onto the floor. With one look at Emma, whose eyes were staring upon him intently, he got to his feet. He sucked in his breath, trying to keep himself from yelling.

The doctor noticed and was at his side, holding his arm, in a second. "Good, good." He said and sat him back down. "It will hurt for a while, so we'll give you some pain medication. Other than that, you can leave today." He turned to Emma and added, "Make sure to watch him."

"Thanks." Harry added and Emma nodded.

Just before the good doctor left, he turned and said, "Somebody must really like you up there. A real miracle you're still alive." He told them half smiling and pointing upward.

Chapter 7: Lemon Drops
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The inside of the Cooper house was devastating. Broken glass of windows and china lay scattered on the floor; feathers of pillows and torn pages of beloved books among them. Lamps were knocked over and plants were tipped, the dirt flowing onto the ground. Photos shown through cracked frames as they lay deserted.

Emma's eyes surveyed this. Her heart was beating fast and she whispered the words, "I haven't been here since you were taken to the hospital. Didn't have a chance to clean it up."

They stepped further into the home. Harry saw, in the corner of his eye, a blood stain that seeped onto the hard wood floor. Before he had the chance to grab her hand ,in tempt to lead her away, she walked to it.

Her mind flashed with memories of the night and her cheeks paled. Knees feeling weak, she fell to the floor beside what she knew to be Harry's blood.


"This is all my fault." Guilt pulsed through her veins. "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, but said nothing. Kneeling down beside her, he took hold of her arms. Harry carefully looked her in the eyes and embraced her tightly.

Emma choked with surprise but welcomed it nonetheless. Gripping the back of his shirt, she tried to push down the remorse that filled her.



"Okay, hold on to my hand. You might want to close your eyes too. It can be a little . . . intense." Harry offered.

She looked at him question, but reached for his warm hand and with a 'pop', they were gone.

It was horrible.

Emma found herself clinging to Harry with all her might as she was being ripped into another dimension.

"You can open your eyes now."

With a sigh of relief, she did as told, but to something far more greater than she had expected.

"This is Hogsmead." Harry introduced and pointed up the hills. "And that - is Hogwarts."

Her eyes widened in excitement and the weight that she held on her chest slightly lifted.. "It's like just out of a fairytale."

He smiled and pulled her to the southeast, to the castle. "Come on."



"Lemon drops."

The Headmasters office on the seventh floor was a circular room with large windows overlooking the great view of the mountains just outside the grounds. The walls were adorned with paintings of past headmasters and shelves were filled with books and one peculiar hat. A large desk was centered in the room covered with papers and odd instruments.

Suddenly a tall man with half moon spectacles that sat on the bridge of his long and crooked nose, entered the room with a broad, but warm smile. His long blue robes flowed behind him as he strode to his desk and with a light flick of his wand, one chair conjured out of thin air next to one that already resided.

"Mr. Potter and Miss Cooper, I thought you would be coming."

Emma, with slight nervousness, greeted, "Hello Professor Dumbledore." She looked to Harry in question that she said his name right.

"Good Afternoon, Professor." Harry said after he made a slight nod..

"I'm glad to see the two of you getting along." Dumbledore commented and winked at his student.

Harry smiled nervously and sat down at a chair, Emma following close behind.

Her eyes followed every line of the room in utter amazement.

"Miss Cooper."

She blinked and focused her gaze on the Headmaster. "Yes?"

He chuckled lightly. "You recognize your powers, correct?"

"I know of them, but I haven't actually done anything." She stole a glace to her right at her friend.

"I have reasons to believe you have." Emma's face became screwed up in confusion and Dumbledore continued. "Harry is alive because of you. If I'm not mistaken Emma, Harry would have certainly died if you had not used your powers to heal him."

"But, I - I didn't do anything." Emma stuttered, her palms growing sweaty.

"You did, though. You might not have known it then, but you certainly did. It is important to know your other powers as well."

"Other powers?" She questioned again, her mind was buzzing with bewilderment.

Dumbledore nodded. "Legilimency and healing are among the ones known to us now because of the prophesy. After a summer of training, we will know more."


"Now, Miss Cooper, one thing I must add. As a precaution you will be staying the rest of the summer with the Weasleys."

"My friends." Harry added. "You'll like them."

Emma gave a short nod in understanding, a slight frown curving her mouth.

He continued. "Which also means that we will have to erase your parents memory of you. If they don't know you exist, then there is a better chance they will not be harmed by Voldemort and his followers."

"But - Professor," Harry voiced, his eyes darting from Emma to his Headmaster. "You can't. I mean -"

Emma sat quietly, her mouth slightly agape, looking from one man to the other. "They won't have any memory of me whatsoever? I can't ever see them again?" She whispered.

"No, I'm afraid not." Dumbledore stood from his seat and gazed at her, his blue eyes cloudy. "There are Ministry members there as we speak."

"I can't even say goodbye?" Emma's voice was hoarse. Her eyes faulted to the floor and she felt pressure on her hand, as Harry grasped it.

Chapter 8: The Burrow
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"Emma, come with me." He nodded to the opposite direction they were leading. "I want to show you something."

She nodded softly and followed him out of the castle, her eyes plainly on her feet as they dragged. 'They won't even remember my name.'

Harry stopped, having to hold her arm to keep her from walking straight into the water. Emma shifted her gaze to him and then her surroundings. Her eyes widened.

"It's beautiful." She croaked as her dark curls blew in her face by the summer breeze.

"The Black Lake. I come here to think." He rolled his weight to the heal of his foot, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Hogwarts is my home. I know it will be hard, but you'll like it here."

She smiled weakly trying to hide her sorrow, but Harry was not fooled. He bumped her with his side, a smile amusing his lips.

"They're good people, the Weasleys, so there's no need to worry." Harry informed, his green eyes watching the waves splash playfully on the shore.

"Will you be there?" The words slipped out quickly and she found herself embarrassed having said them.

"Yeah." He replied, chuckling nervously. "I don't want to go back to the Dursley's." He scratched the back of his neck, knowing she already was told of his horrible 'family'. "And I'm not sure if leaving you would be the best choice."

Emma suddenly felt like a nuisance, like his obligation. She didn't want to feel like that, not in this world, so far from her parents. The distress of the day came down on her, like a heavy weight that she felt would never lesson.


Ten smiling faces stared at Emma. She made a lopsided one and grasped Harry's hand tightly, which a girl noticed very quickly. The voices were sudden and loud as a large woman with bright red hair, matching everyone but one, grasped Emma's hand, her smile broad. "You must be Emma Cooper. I'm Molly Weasley, dear."

"Hi." Emma spoke timidly, her cheeks brightening.

Molly placed a hand on her shoulder and pointed to the rest of the clan, making Emma's grasp on Harry break. "This is my husband Arthur, he works at the Ministry."

Arthur was a balding man reaching the middle of his life, with warm brown eyes, just like his wife. He took a step closer and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you to."

"Harry good to see you as well." He patted Harry on the back and shook his hand.

Arthur twitched his mouth into a grin, turning to Emma again, and said, "I was there at your house today. Parents are lovely people, to bad we won't meet again."

Suddenly the room went silent while Emma's face paled and she tried to smile.

Arthur realized what he had said and opened his mouth to speak, before his wife smacked him on the arm. Her eyes darted to Emma and her mouth turned down into a frown. Behind the couple, Harry stood, his eyes fixed on her, while his hand reached for hers. It never made it.

Emma glanced down and someone lightly touch her on the arm. She looked up to see Molly, a strained smiled placed on her face.

"Emma." She spoke lightly. "Are you alright dear?"

She cleared her throat and glanced nervously at everyone who watched her. "Yeah, why - why wouldn't I be?"

Molly felt the tension and filled the silence. "These are my children; Bill, Fred, and George." She nudged her on the side and added, "Oh, and don’t worry dear, no one can tell them apart."

"Our own mother can't sometimes." One of them commented shooting her a bright smile.

She scoffed and shook her head before continuing. "Charlie, Ron, Ginny." Her eyes traveled over everyone in hopes of naming them all. "Hermione, she's not mine though. And Ron."

Hermione smiled and ran a hand through her bushy brown hair self-consciously. "Hi."

Emma nodded and made a small smile.

"Percy's not here. He's taking care of things at the Ministry, but you'll meet him soon." She added with a bit of a sad note.

"Ginny, why don't you show Miss Cooper where she'll be staying this summer." Arthur added.

Ginny nodded and made her way through the crowd of her family. "It's upstairs."

With a nod and a glance in Harry's direction, Emma followed her up the stairs and through a bedroom door.

"You'll be sharing it with me and Hermione." Ginny commented, her hazel eyes traveling over her posters, then to the bags recently added. "I know it's not what you're used to, but I think you'll be comfortable."

"No, no. It's great." A smile widened on her face.

Ginny rose an eyebrow, but only said, "This will be your bed." She motioned to a bed that was near a window.

She nodded and sat on the purple sheets. "Listen," After taking a deep breath and catching her eye, Emma continued. "I know that me being here is a bit of trouble for you and . . ."

Ginny interrupted, "Don't worry about it." She smiled and Emma realized how pretty she was, while jealousy reared its ugly head. After a moment of silence, she spoke up. "I should leave you to unpack." She turned to leave, but before she did she said, "I think we'll become good friends you and I."

Before she had time to reply, the redhead was gone. Emma sighed and fell back into her new bed, in her new room. Her mind was racing as she stayed in silence. Closing her eyes, she felt herself give way for tears that made their way down her cheeks and onto her pillow. 'I'll never see them again.' she thought.

Suddenly a light rap came at the door. Her eyes shot open and she flung herself to her feet.

Harry stood in front of her. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and noted, "Dinner will be ready soon."

She nodded and sat back down. "Thanks for telling me."

"I see you still have yet to unpack." He nodded to the full suitcases, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

She glanced their way and answered. "It seems strange. I didn't pack them."

"Jennifer Darling did."

"Oh." It didn't make it better. "Why couldn't I say goodbye?- To my parents I mean."

"Mr. Weasley said it would have been more difficult if you had." Harry replied, his feet carrying him closer to her.

"For who?" She shot, then with regret shook her head.

"I don’t know." Harry felt his pulse quicken as he said the truth. "I'm sorry though."

"It's not your fault." She said quickly and with slight hesitance averted the conversation. "We should go down, shouldn't we?"

"I suppose."

Emma barley ate. Her stomach was squirming with anxiety and stress. With the scraping of her fork on the full plate, Harry shot a look at her and said, "You really should eat something."

"I know, but I just - can't."

Harry wanted to reach out to her and hold her hand, but knew he couldn't. She might not want any comfort from him.

With a scuff of a chair and a quick movement, Emma stood. "May I be excused? I want to finish packing."

The family's eyes were on her and Molly replied, "Of course dear."

"Dinner was great." She smiled back softly, resting her napkin on the table.

Molly nodded. "Thank you."

She heard mumbles and murmurs as she past all of them and lead up the stairs, but she paid no mind. Her legs carried her into the bedroom and to her bed. She fell to it. "What am I going to do?" With her eyes turning red from her misery she wiped her eyes hastily of any evidence.

"Can I come in?" A voice came from the open door.

"Yeah." Emma replied, afraid to look up. The bed sank in to her right and she heard a heavy sigh.

"I was just wondering if you needed any help."

Emma smiled halfheartedly through her tears and looked up at Hermione. "That would be lovely."

She grinned. "Great."

For minutes of silence in which the two placed her things in closets and drawers, they were left to their own thoughts. Hermione wondered if it was her place to pry, but asked "Are you okay?" nonetheless.

Emma furrowed her brow and ran her long fingers through her locks. "As long as I know they're safe."

"I understand."

Chapter 9: Sleep
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The night wore on dreary and cold, while Emma and Harry found themselves separated in their respective bedrooms.

Inside of the unfamiliar sheets, Emma squirmed, memories of her childhood flashing through her mind. Once in a while the thoughts of her parents not seeing her married or even happy, pained her. Her heart was breaking.

One floor above her, Harry's thoughts were on her. He didn't understand the feelings he felt for Emma, why after all the time he spent thinking of others, it was only her now. Harry didn't want to make a mistake with her, a mistake that might hurt her more.



The morning finally came, but Emma felt herself too tired to stand. She heard the rustle of Ginny and Hermione, but made no sound. She pretended to sleep until they were out of the room, leaving her to maul over her thoughts.

Emma rolled on her back and opened her eyes to the bright room and yawned. She blinked sleepily and threw her hands behind her head after pulling up the blankets.

A knock on the door, tore her from her thoughts. "Emma?"

She quickly shut her eyes and faced her back to the door.

After a moment the door opened quietly and Harry entered the realm. His green eyes traveled to her sleeping form. "Emma?" He questioned again, his voice just above a whisper.

With hesitance he reached toward her and gently shook her shoulder. "It's morning." He stated the obvious.

Without any other option, she opened her eyes and mumbled. "Hmm?"

"Breakfast is ready." Harry stepped back and rubbed his hands.

Emma turned to her back and stared at the ceiling. "Right."

"I-I'll be downstairs." He stuck his thumb behind him and smiled crookedly.

"Thanks." She sat up and let the blankets fall from her.

Harry nodded and averted his eyes. "Okay." He left her and found himself playing a game of chess with Ron.

"Are you okay mate? Ever since you got back you seem - lost somehow. Is there something wrong?" His best friend asked curiously.

Harry looked up from his piece and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I just feel like it's all my fault."

"What is?" Hermione glanced up from the book she had been previously reading and closed it.

"Emma. Having to leave her parents."

"It's not your fault Harry. You didn't make the prophecy." Ron replied with a shrug with a side comment of, "Check mate", "She knows that."

"I suppose you're right, but it still doesn't feel right." Harry rejoined, his stomach twisting with guilt.

"I think all we can do is just let her know that we are here for her."



The day past by without any devastation or news of any kind, but late in the night, Emma was found shaking and crying miserably in her bed.

"Mom? Dad?" Emma whispered through the dark of her house. After no answer and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she stepped to a hallway. Her eyes followed the lines of the pictures in their frames that hung on the walls until they were distracted by a red stain on the wood of the floor. "Mom!" She screamed. "Dad!"

Her feet picked up their pace as she made her way to her father's study. Upon entering she heard a faint noise and saw the door half opened. It creaked loudly as she peered through. "Oh God."


She ran to her parents as they lay in pools of their own blood. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fell to the floor beside them.

"Wake up."

Her green eyes drifted to a man standing before her, one with a malice smile and dark eyes.


"What have you done?"

With a start, her eyes flung open and landed on scared faces.

"Are you okay?" Hermione's voice rang in her ears and Emma's eyes flashed to her.

"I - I don't know." Her voice shook as she answered, along with her body.

"Was it a dream?" Ginny asked, holding a lit candle, it's light brightening her face.

Harry took step closer his eyes soft, but jaw fixed.

Emma nodded, her eyes welling. "It felt so real though."

Hermione shot a look at Harry, who had ran to the room upon hearing the shouts, and sat on the end of her bed. "Do you want to tell us about it?"

Emma shifted her eyes and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She wasn't sure.

Harry ran a hand through his sleepy hair and sat next to Emma. His hand brushed hers, but neither moved.

Ron breathed heavily and sat on the floor. "You can trust us."

Emma opened her mouth and spoke of her nightmare.

"Do you think it could mean something?" Ginny asked, eyeing everyone.

"I'm not sure." Hermione commented, her brow was furrowed, her eyes looked to Harry.

"I'm sure it was just a dream." Harry reassured, but in the pit of his stomach, he felt something was wrong - so did everyone in the room. "Try and get some sleep."

Chapter 10: Interrogation
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"Good morning, Emma." Molly greeted cheerfully, a frying pan in hand.

"Morning." The brunette stepped to her and inhaled the aroma of her cooking. "Smells wonderful."

Mrs. Weasley smiled broadly and wiped a bit of flower off her face. "It'll be ready in a couple of minutes. Go ahead and pour yourself something to drink, dear."

Emma nodded and did so.

"Ah, Harry, Good morning."

"Hello." Harry glanced over the room and landed his eyes on a pair of green eyes. "Hello." He said again.

Molly smiled in spit of them and continued her cooking as Emma grinned. "Morning, Harry."

He walked up to her and noted to smell of her sweet shampoo. Taking a seat in the chair next to hers, Harry tried to ignore the way the sun brightened her face, highlighting her light freckles on her skin, the way her hair looked red and the way her eyes light up when she looked in his direction. His stare was broken when a certain redhead entered the room.

"Morning Ginny." Emma smiled.

"Emma, Harry." She nodded, her hair already falling from its tie. Her light eyes gazed at Harry and then down to her feet, nervousness overcoming her. "Harry, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go with me to Diagon Alley."

Harry cleared his throat, his eyes dancing from her to Emma, and Ginny quickly added, "I mean with all of us. Schools almost here and all."

Ron entered the room. "In a month."

Emma intervened. "It's always good to a have a head start."



The rolling hills of the English town were in view and the light waves of the small lake crashed upon the shore were in sound.

Emma's jade eyes fell onto the blue ripples that her feet created in the water and asked, "Do you like Ron?"

Hermione's honey eyes widened and a smile tweaked on her lips. "I - I - Of course not."

With a snort, Emma rejected, "Yeah, right."

Hermione knocked her on the side and blushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She gave a short nod and said, "I think he likes you too."

Hermione's blush became of a deeper shade of red and she averted her set to the water below. "Really?"

"I do."

She drew her long fingers across the bark of the tree they were sitting on and changed the subject with a wide grin. "What about you and Harry?"

Emma's smile faltered somewhat and replied, "We've only known each other for a two weeks." She grasped a branch beside her and wiggled her toes beneath the water. "We're just friends."

Sighing, Hermione watched her new friend, deciding there was something she should know. "Ginny fancies him, has for a while; and before you came, I suspect Harry fancied her."


"Look, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. "I just thought that you should know."

"No, I - I understand."

Hermione sighed and leaned back.

Something inside her head clicked and Emma opened her mouth to speak. "Before I came? You mean Harry doesn't like Ginny anymore?"

"It doesn't seem like it." She answered with a knowing smile.


Hermione let out a laugh. "You like him, don't you?"

Suddenly Emma wished that an asteroid would fall from the sky so she could make a run for it. "Well - I - don't know." Truth was she had taken a bit of a liking for him.

Hermione took a hint and said, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"It is."

"I bet the boys will be playing some quidditch now."


Hermione stood to her feet and gracefully balanced herself enough to walk off the fallen tree. "In Ron's words, its only the best game on the face of the bloody earth."

Chapter 11: Diagon Alley
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"Alright Weasleys…" Arthur started as he clapped his hands together and then quickly added, "Potter, Cooper, and Granger - time to flu." One by one the Weasleys vanquished underneath the engulfing green flames of the fireplace.

"Alright, Emma, it's your turn."

Her eyes widened and she ran a hand nervously through her hair. "You know, I'm just fine here. Don't really need to go. I'm sure -"

"No, no, dear. You'll be fine." Molly pushed her lightly towards the hearth.

Emma looked over her shoulder at her friends that remained, with a worried look.

"Don't worry. We've done it plenty of times." Ron assured, giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"Well, my only problem is the whole being burned alive by green flames." She noted seriously and stood hesitantly among the ash.

Ron laughed. "Its just an incantation."

Emma took a deep breath, threw the powder to her feet, and spoke the location: "Diagon Alley." Immediately she felt as though she were falling through a green mist, the Weasley home becoming unseen. Only a moment later her feet hit the ground.

"Come on. Don’t want to be trampled on by the next passenger." Bill took her arm and leading her away, his blue eyes being careful of the unfamiliar faces.

Fred and George mumbled something, glanced every which way, said a quick goodbye and headed off in the opposite direction.

Only a few moments later, Hermione stepped out, coughing slightly. "Wasn't too bad, was it?"

"Suppose not." Emma smiled and linked arms with her, pulling her away from the opening.

"Come on. There's so much to see." The two friends made it out of the store with the boys at their heels.

For the first moment since she left her home, she felt herself be consumed with cheerful thoughts. Every way she looked there were witches and wizards window shopping or talking to their friends in small groups along the alley.

While walking down the main street, Harry turned to them and said, "There are a few things I need to get. I'll meet you guys later?"

Hermione nodded and Ron replied, "I'll go with you."

The two strode off and were soon consumed in the crowd. Emma shrugged. "Where to?"



"You have it all over your nose." Emma laughed.

Hermione rubbed her nose and giggled. "At least I didn't drop it over my front."

"Luckily there's magic." She smiled.

Something caught Hermione's eye and she waved. "Ginny, over here!"

The redhead grinned and waved back, making her way through the ice-cream shop. Taking a seat next to Hermione she greeted, "Hello. Looks like you two are having a fun time." She pointed to their ice-cream and scooted in her chair. "I saw Ron and Harry down the way just before I came in."

"Really?" Hermione questioned. "Wonder where they went off to."

Ginny shrugged at looked out the window beside them. Her brown eyes lit up. "There they are." She sat up straighter in her seat and smiled when the light chime of the bell sounded.

"What is it Harry's got?" Hermione asked.

Ron and Harry caught their gaze and Harry grinned.

"He already has Hedwig, why does he need another owl?" Ginny wondered out loud, confusion written on her face.

Harry ran a hand through his black hair, his voice showing signs of nerves as he said, "I did a bit of shopping."

Emma's eyes widened as she looked at an owl with wings fluttering fiercely around.

"It's for you." Harry said, gently. "I know how much you like Hedwig, so I thought you might want an owl for yourself." He set the cage on the table.

Emma bit her lip and sucked in her breath, while Ginny narrowed her eyes and glanced at the two. Without a thought, Emma sat up quickly and flung her arms around Harry, jumping slightly. "Thank you so much."

Hermione and Ron glanced at one another a smile playing on their lips. She nudged him and nodded in their direction. Ginny scoffed and sat back in her chair, trying to ignore them.

After a moment, Harry pulled away, his cheeks bright red and cleared his throat. "You're welcome."

Emma knelled down and pulled her fingers through the cage, staring into the birds black eyes. "He's beautiful."

"I thought you would like him." Harry said.

"Was it your birthday or something, Emma?" Ginny asked, her face brightened with hope of reason.

She shook her head in response and Hermione questioned Harry. "Well?"

"Well what?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and took a seat next to Ron.

"Why did you get the owl for her?" Ginny interrupted, as Emma lifted her gaze to see his reaction.

Harry thought quickly, for he didn't want everyone to know his fancy. "How else would she send letters?"

Ron barked a laugh and Ginny huffed, slumping into the back of her chair.



"I won!" Emma shouted happily, her smile widening.

"Emma, I simply let you win." Ron sat back in his chair lazily. "First game and all."

Hermione shook her head accusingly and Harry laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "Ron, I think you finally met your match."

"I let her win." Ron sang.

Suddenly Emma felt rather sick and explained to her friends she was to go to her room and try to sleep it off. They nodded in understanding and Hermione said, "It is getting a bit late. I'll be up in a little while, Emma."

"Right." As she stepped up the stairs, Emma felt a pang in her chest and she knelled over in pain. After taking a few deep breaths, she made it up the stairs and collapsed on her bed, her head in her hands. Emma groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping the pain would go away. Little did she know that Harry was on the other side of the closed door. He knocked quietly and waited.

Emma furrowed her brows and slowly made her way to the door, to see Harry opening with hesitation. "Sorry." He said.

She shook her head and made a crooked smile. "Don't worry about it."

Harry nodded and closed the door behind him, quietly. "You don't feel well?"

"No." Emma sat on her bed and ran a hand through her dark waves. "I don't know what's come over me. I just feel so sick."

Harry laughed in spit of himself. "You probably don't want me here then, do you?"

Emma widened her eyes slightly and replied, "No, I do.

In the darkness of the bedroom, Harry sighed and stretched his hands behind him before brushing her hand. He felt his heart leap and he turned to look at her. "You'll be okay, you know."

She nodded softly and as if trying to convince herself, she said, "Right, right." After a moment or so she gasped for air and trying to swallow her tears. "I don't think I can do this, Harry. This is too much on my shoulder's, too much for me to bear myself."

His eyes softened and he felt a pang in his heart. "You're not alone. You don't have to do this by yourself." He moved closer and had the heavy urge to hold her. "You can trust me."



"Dumbledore's here."

Emma raised her gaze from the large book to the tall man.

"Good morning, Miss Cooper." He nodded, his robes falling behind him as he walked.

"Morning." She yawned.

The professor smiled and asked, "Shall we take a walk? It's such a fine day."

Emma shut her book and nodded. "Sounds lovely."

The green leaves on the trees were waving lightly in the wind and the sound of birds chirping merrily filled the air. "I feel there is something you wish to tell me." He commented pulling his hands behind his back.

"Well," Emma looking down at her moving feet. "I had a dream a few nights back." She explained it to him in clear detail and waited for his reaction with worry, but nothing came.

Dumbledore's face was screwed up in concentration as he wondered.

"It couldn't happen, could it?"

"Emma, we erased your parents memories of you in hopes that Voldemort wouldn't bother with them. If he did, it would only be because he wanted to weaken you, to hurt you."

She stopped and rounded on him. "That doesn't answer my question. Do you think he'll come after them?"

He sighed and answered sadly. "I don't know."

"Well, is there anything we can do? There has to be something."

"I will send someone from the Ministry if I can, but at this time, it will be very hard." He continued his step and added with a very serious tone. "I advise you not go to them, do not try and protect them. Voldemort's followers are strong and will kill you."



"Where's Emma?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Ginny answered, "Talking to Dumbledore."

Harry smiled and nodded while he plopped down on the couch.

Ron cocked his head to the side to look at his friend and raised an eyebrow. "You know, you've been smiling a lot lately."

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I look at you, you're smiling." He retorted and ran a hand through his red hair. "It's starting to creep me out a bit."

"What creeps you out, Ron?" Hermione asked as she took a seat next to him.

"Harry's been really happy lately."

Harry opened his mouth to deny it, but was interrupted my Hermione. "He has, hasn't he?"

Ron knocked her with his elbow and said in a sing-song voice, "I think someone's in love."

Ginny furrowed her brows and felt a tinge of jealousy. "In love with who?"

Her brother went to answer before the sound of footsteps entered the room. "Emma? What's wrong?"

Emma was found standing by the back of the couch, her hand resting on the side of it. Her face was pale and her eyes slightly hollow. "Dumbledore said the Death Eaters might come after my parents." She collapsed to the seat and continued. "They might kill them, just to hurt me."

Harry stood from his seat and made to move to her, but Dumbledore called his name.

"Harry. Harry, I wish to speak with you for only a moment."

Chapter 12: Something's Wrong
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"Harry." A whisper came through the darkness of the bedroom, almost overpowered my the rowdy snoring of Ron.

He bolted upright and hastily placed his black rimmed glasses on his nose. "What is it?"

"I need you to take me home."


"There's something wrong. I can feel it." Emma clutched his sheets as she knelled on the ground beside him.

"I-I can't. Dumbledore said- "

"Harry, I can't just let them die." Emma felt her time slipping from her fingers. "Please."

"You'll get killed." Harry shook his head. "I can't help you. I'm sorry."

"But, Harry." Tears welled up in her green eyes. "I have to do something." She said, taking his hand in hers.

"Promise me you'll stay with me."

A light smile graced her lips for a moment and she nodded. "I promise."

She felt the earth beneath her feet and she opened her eyes. The windows were dark beside a small glow in one. The trees cast an eerie shadow over the pathway they took to the front door. Emma held her breath and averted her gaze to Harry. His jaw was clenched and his fingers made their way to hers. He glanced at her and said in a low voice, "I'll go in first. Don't call for them or anything."

As they entered her beloved home, they looked in every direction with suspicion. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but there was a strange feeling that overcame both of them. Emma clutched the boy's hand tighter and nodded in the direction of the study. It was just like her dream. Her feet carried her closer to the door that was half opened, the same one in which seemed to hold the light glow seen in the window.

Harry forced himself in front of her, making sure that was ever in the room would be seen first by himself. He let go of her hand with regret and took hold of the doorknob. He pushed it open and his eyes widened in horror. Stopping in his tracks, he felt Emma push from behind him. "What is it?" She whispered, unable to see over his shoulder.

Emma sensed something was very wrong and her heart dropped below her feet. "Harry. Let me through."

He tried to speak but found no words. Not wanting her to see, Harry turned around and tried to close the door. "I-You shouldn't -"

"Harry." Her face paled. "Let me through." She pushed the door opened and squeezed past him only to see her parents. "No." Emma whimpered as her feet carried her to them. "Dad." She shook his arm like a child waking her parent. "Dad." She lifted her hands from her fathers cold body and she stared at them. Blood that matched the liquid on the floor, lined the creases in her hand.

Harry stepped to her, his heart dropped to the floor underneath his feet. He breathed in the cool air of the room and fell to his knees beside her. His hand slowly creped to her shoulder and then took her hands in his.

Emma's eyes followed his arms and to his face, where she found his thin lips trembling and his green eyes glassy underneath his black rimmed glasses. "We were too late." She whispered and grasped his shoulders as he pulled her up. Suddenly she fell weak and she leaned into him. "I- I"

Harry furrowed his brows and held her in his arms tightly. He moved to see her face pale and her tear-stricken eyes slowly closing.

"Harry." She said weakly as she slid slightly from his arms.

"Emma." He pulled her up and shook her lightly. "Emma. Come on."


"I've got you. Don't worry. I've got you."

"Harry? Emma? That better be you two…" Molly yelled from the kitchen where she had been waiting for quite some time. Harry saw her hair was messed from sleep and her face was etched with worry. "What in Merlin's name happened?" The mother's voice rang and she rushed to them.

"Her parents - She just fell weak." Harry stuttered, his thoughts going a mile a minute, but finding it hard to express them.

"Bring her upstairs." Molly demanded, her voice full of concern, but at the same time unfaltering. Her steps were oddly quick as she followed him up the stairs and into the dark bedroom with only a candle to lighten it.
Mrs.Weasly then went to her daughters bed and woke her. "Ginny, go to your brothers room."

Ginny, with sleep in her eyes, stood slowly, confusion clouding her blue eyes.

"Take Hermione with you."

"Mum. What's going on?" Her eyes followed her mothers silhouette and then averted to Harry, who placed Emma on her rightful bed. "What's wrong with Emma?" She made a movement towards them, but was held back by a steady embrace.

"She'll be fine, Gin. Do as your told."

Hesitantly, she woke her friend. "Hermione, we have to go."

Hermione groaned sleepily, but was quicker than the fifth year. She shot up with a gasp, but with a strong look from Harry, she left the room with little explanation from Ginny.

Harry's attention averted to Emma once again and he felt a pang in his heart. Her eyes were shut. In desperate action to have them open, Harry shook her. "Emma." Harry sucked in his breath and turned to a bustling Molly. "There's something wrong." He took his hands in hers and had hope in the warmth of them.

The redhead quickly made her way to the two and Harry got out of the way. He watched her intently as she raised a hand to Emma's forehead and shook her head. "No fever."

Just then, heavy footsteps made their way to the room. "What happened?"

"Oh, Arthur."

Harry looked to Mr.Weasley and clenched his fists. "It's Emma."

After a short nod from Molly, her husband took Harry by the arm and said, "Come on, Potter."

"But -" Harry protested his gaze flashing to Emma.

"Let Molly take care of her - she'll be fine. You have some explaining to do."

"Harry." Hermione sat next to him, in the morning light. "Maybe you should go up there. Talk to her." It was in fact a few short hours ago that Emma woke with nothing more than a headache. "I'm worried about her. We all are."

Harry wore a slight panicked expression and shook his head. " I don't think that would be the smartest idea." The sun began to blare in his eyes and he held a hand to give himself shadow. "You should."

Hermione rose her eyebrows. "But you know how she feels."

The bright sun glared through the widows of the bedroom and landed on a sleepy Emma. She sighed heavily and blinked, stretching her arms. Thoughts of the night before flooded into her mind and streamed down her face. She closed her eyelids and clutched her pillow tightly.

A knock at the door drag through the silence.

She hastily wiped her eyes and stayed silent, hoping that whoever it was, would go away and leave her to her misery. She wasn't so lucky. The door creaked open and shut again after footsteps drew nearer. When she lifted her gaze, she saw that it was Harry.

He smiled weakly. "Hi."

She sat up slightly and wiped her cheeks self-consciously. "Hi."

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice low and quiet as he took a seat on the side of her bed.

She shook your head. "I don't know."

He nodded understandingly let his gaze fall to the floor. "Do you want to talk?"

Emma ignored his question and looked out the window, her hands going madly at work on the hem. "Harry, what's going to happen."

The corners of his mouth curled and he rested his hand on hers.

Emma's hand froze and after she shot her head in his direction, she quickly averted it to the window.

He sighed and gently took his hand off hers. "I don't know. But - what ever happens, know that I am here for you."

She suddenly got a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach - every thing would be alright. It was silly to have a hope so large, but in his eyes she knew it just might be okay.
There was something different about him.

Her eyes watered at the thought and she took in a ragged breath. "Thank you Harry, for everything."

Harry nodded and took her hand one more time. "I'm sorry this happened to you."

Full of emotion, her arms flung around his body, catching him slightly off guard. He held her tightly and took in her sent.

No matter what would happen, he would always be there for him. "Shh." He hushed her, as his hands formed a pattern on her back.

She clutched his shoulders and he felt her wet tears on his neck. "I miss them so much."

"I know." He whispered gently.

After she pulled away, crazily embarrassed of her actions, she wiped her eyes. "I'm making such a fool of myself."

"No you're not." He shook his head. For a moment he caught her gaze. In those jade eyes he saw loneliness, sadness, regret, but most importantly hope. Harry saw hope for a better world, a better future. He saw that in her eyes, when he himself could only see darkness at points.

She would bring something new.

Sometime later, when the sun set and the birds returned to their nests, Hermione asked in fire lit family room, "She'll be alright, won't she?"

Ron looked to Hermione. "I hope so."

Harry cleared his throat and leaned into the back of his chair. "I think so."

Chapter 13: Meet Hogwarts
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The train was on it's way to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sleek black and red paint on the sides glared at the sun while it's contents went bustling in and out of compartments.

"I hope we have everything." Hermione stated, her hands tightly holding onto her trunk.

"We should. Went over the your list about a thousand bloody times." Ron commented, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ginny laughed and said, "I'll see you all in the common room."

They all said their short goodbyes and the fifth year made her way over to her other Gryffindor friends. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Emma made their way to an empty compartment at the back of the train and settled into their seats.

"What house do you suppose I'll be in?" Emma asked no one in particular, studying her nails.

Ron shrugged and made his opinion. "Defiantly not Slytherin."

Hermione laughed. "Ravenclaw holds those that are wise and clever. I suppose you could do well there. You do have all advanced classes."

"Yeah, but you didn't get in there Hermione." Harry stated. "What about Hufflepuff?"

Ron scoffed and shook his head.

"What?" Hermione asked, her tone annoyed.

"Hufflepuff is full of prats, and not very smart ones either."

"You're the one to talk?" Hermione asked, her eyebrow rose.

Emma smiled and slapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Be nice."

"Hufflepuff is not full of prats." Harry told her. "Their proud, loyal, and patient. Cedric was in there." He then said in an airy voice, "These belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil."

Emma laughed and Ron rolled his eyes.

"You'll be in Gryffindor I bet." The redhead said proudly. "My whole family was."

"Really? Doesn't surprise me."

"Gryffindor is for those who show chivalry and courage." Hermione said matter-of-factly.

Suddenly the compartment door was flung open, casting a loud bang.

A boy with a haughty expression wearing a black and green robe stepped in, followed by two others. "Well, well, well." He stepped lightly with a smug smile playing on his thin lips.

Harry's eyes flashed to Emma and he stood up, his hands clenched tightly. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" He spat.

He laughed and let his gaze wonder and then fall. "Aren't you going to introduce me, Potter?"

Emma shot a look at Harry expectantly and the Slytherin said, "Bit out of your league, scar-head."

"Get out of here." Harry's voice shook with rage as he pointed his wand at the enemy.

The boy smirked and nodded to his goons that stood in front of him.

"Leaving it to Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy? Aren't you a coward." Hermione voiced, her words venomous.

"Shut up, Mudblood."

Just as Harry went to sneer, Ron stood up, his own wand held up. "Don't you ever call her that again."

"And what are you going to do Weasel? Make yourself throw up slugs?" He laughed.

Emma, who was watching all of this with wide eyes, currently glared at the blonde.

"What’s going on here?" A voice rang down the hall and quick footsteps following.

Malfoy and his cronies fled the scene and Harry slammed the door shut. His face was red and his fists clenched when he took his seat next to her. The room was silent for a moment or two before Ron offered, "Draco Malfoy is a prat." He then screwed up his face in thought of a better word. "Lll - Mph - Jerk!" The redhead spat out and Hermione gave a snort.

"Honestly, Ron."

"Harry." Someone whispered his name. "Harry." He groaned in annoyance and opened his eyes to see Ginny sitting straight across from him with a cold stare. He furrowed his eyebrows and felt something stir beside him. His eyes went wide as he lifted his head away from the bitter window to look down at Emma, whose head rested on his shoulder and hand on his chest. Harry shot a questioning gaze at Ginny. She rose a eyebrow and scoffed. "You might want to get changed into your robes. It's getting dark."

Harry gave a short nod and watched her get up and close the door harshly. Emma popped her eyes open at the sound. She froze for a moment and in complete embarrassment she lifted her head and cleared her throat. Giving her crush a crooked smile, she said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry. Must have dozed off."

He couldn't help but laugh. Emma was sporting a red mark on her cheek and the left side of her hair was flattened. "That’s okay."

"What?" Emma touched her face self-consciously, her eyes wide. "Why are you laughing?"

Biting his lip to keep from letting out another chuckle, Harry touched her face. He felt the heat of it and breathed out heavily. "You have - a red mark on your cheek."

Emma felt the butterflies in the pit of her stomach awaken and she looked down. "Oh. Wonderful."

He still had his hand on her cheek.

Both of them knew it, but neither wanted it to leave Emma's soft skin.

The roughness Harry's hand made him seem more human to her. He was right in front of her, touching her, and being careful with her. The moment she plucked up the courage to look him in the eye, the door swung open. The two jumped slightly apart and felt cold when they could no longer feel one another. Harry stole a glance at her after he saw the intruders.

"Bloody first years!" Ron cried as he threw his hands up in the air.

"They were just curious Ron, they've never been here before."

Without figuring out what they were talking about Emma flew to her feet. "I'm going to get changed into my robes."

Harry's green eyes flicked from her to his friends and he got up as well. "I should too." Ron shot him a look and Hermione smiled as he walked out after her.

Once stepping off of the train, Emma watched in amazement all the students filing out and then someone very large caught her eye.

"'Ello there. How was all 'ur summers?" He asked revealing a husky and thick West country accent.

Hermione whispered in her ear, "He's the gamekeeper and a good friend of ours."

Harry, who was only a foot behind her, answered. "Fine, thanks. How have you been Hagrid?"

"Fine, fine." He smiled and patted his beard. "Oz this?" The half-giant asked looking down at her.

Emma stepped back and bumped into Harry, who laughed. "Emma -" Suddenly her mind went blank with her alias of a name. Hagrid was waiting, so she smiled awkwardly. "Just Emma."

He smiled and leaned down slightly. "Well, Just-Emma, it's ri' fine to meet ya'."

She couldn't help to laugh in spit of her self and shook his awaiting hand. "It's nice to meet you as well, Hagrid the gamekeeper." He grinned widely and shook her hand with such force that her entire body moved. She steadied herself and rubbed her hand gently afterward.

Ron chuckled and Hagrid smiled bashfully. "Since it's ur first year 'er at Hogwarts, you'll 'ave to come with me."

Emma nodded and turned to her friends. "I'll see you all later?"

Hermione smiled and waved, starting to back up. "Good luck!" Ron followed after her and tried to instruct all the first years.

Harry stayed for a moment and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Well, good luck." He smiled kindly and added, "Don’t worry, you'll be fine."

Harry glanced all around in the humming Great Hall. Girls gossiped excitedly about their summers, while the boys talked about the new school year. He took a seat at his Gryffindor table next to Ron and unluckily, Seamus sat in the other seat next to him, the same seat the he was saving for Emma if she had gotten into his house.

Standing at the front of the hall, Dumbledore silenced the students and smiled. "Welcome back to Hogwarts. I trust you have all had a delightful Holiday and are now ready to start the new year." He waited for a moment for the students to gain his attention once more. "The sorting hat ceremony is about to begin, so if you all could warmly welcome the first years."

The great doors opened slowly and in came Professor McGonagall followed by the small wide-eyed first years, as the older students clapped. Harry looked for Emma and found her to be the tallest at the end of the group. She was also looking for him and finally as she was in the middle of the tables, she caught his eye. With a wave she grinned happily and stopped at the front of the room with the rest of the newcomers.

The teacher announced her directions and started with the first of her list. "Robert Adams."

Emma watched in excitement as he was placed in Ravenclaw and many others in their respective houses. Once practically of the students were gone, McGonagall called, "Emma Wilson." She stood still for a moment and realized it was her. She felt stupid for being caught of guard. After she ascended the steps and took her place on the stool, waiting for her fait.

Whispers were heard throughout the Great Hall and her cheeks burned from humility. She swallowed harshly and the Professor placed the old brown leather hat on her head. Averting her green eyes to the top of her head, she saw the rim of the sorter and wished that it would all get over quickly.

"Interesting, very interesting. Hmm. . ." It started and paused for a moment, searching her brain. "You're very smart, good enough to be a Ravenclaw. Sweet and loyal, would make Hufflepuff proud. Yes. But, bravery is found in your depths." It paused another beat and said suddenly, "Defiantly not Slytherin." There was a few growls and boos as the rest of the room waited. "Humph. . . Where to put you?" She held her breath and closed her eyes. "How about Gryffindor!"

"Emma this is Seamus and Neville." Ginny introduced her a boy she found rather good looking with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. His face covered in freckles and he smiled brightly at her, shaking her hand a little to long. The other boy had dark brown hair and brown eyes, but showed to be much more timid and awkward.

"Nice to meet you Emma." Seamus greeted kindly.

"Nice to meet you too." She smiled graciously and blushed slightly.

"You're going to like it here in Gryffindor." He said sweetly and added, leaning over the table slightly, "I could show you around a bit, so you can get to know the castle."

"That would be lovely." She stole a glance at Harry, who seemed to be attacking his food with a fork. "Hello Neville."

"H-H-hi." He stuttered next to her.

Emma smiled and laughed a little, not to embarrass him, but to make him feel more comfortable. - That didn't work. He swallowed harshly and looked down quickly.

"Well, Neville." She cleared her throat and Hermione gave her a look. "I heard from Hermione, that you are rather good at Herbology."

His eyes lit up and he shyly gazed at her. "Um, I guess you could say that."

"Well, maybe when you're free sometime, you could help me? I'm terrible."

Neville nodded. "I got a Mimbulus mimbletonia from my uncle this past summer. It's a rare plant actually."

"Really?" Emma grabbed a bun and took a bit.

"Yes." He shook his head and put down his fork with confidence. "It has this special way of -"

As she was about to take a bit of her mashed potatoes, a paper bird landed next to her silverware. She furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of it and looked around. Ron, from across the table said, "Open it. It's a note."

"Oh." Emma wasn't the least bit used to the idea of magic just yet. She carefully unfolded it to see the neat cursive handwriting of the Headmaster.

Dear Miss Rose,
I wish to see you after dinner. There are a few things we need to discuss in my office. The password is Twizzlers.
~ Albus Dumbledore

Chapter 14: Welcome to Gryffindor!
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Just as Harry was bringing a spoonful of hot soup to his mouth, his eyes met those of Emma, a letter held gingerly in her hand. "Who's that from?"

"Dumbledore. He wants me to go to his office after the feast."

He nodded. "Do you want me to walk you there?"

She grinned. "Thanks."

"No problem."

After finishing the final scraps of his plate and half of the students gone, Harry stood to his feet. Emma stole a glance his way and finished her conversation with Seamus, who had slyly made his way to the other side of the table.

"Are you ready?"

"Yup." She stood as well and Harry noticed that Seamus's expression dulled. "I'll see you around I suppose." Emma smiled at the Irishman.

"I'll save a place for you in the Common Room."

She blushed slightly and Harry cleared his throat loudly, jealousy making it's way up his throat. Her cheeks reddened even more and she made a half wave. "Bye."


The two made their way out of the Hall. There was a strange silence between them and Harry opened his mouth several times to speak.

Just as he was about to pluck up the courage, Emma did as well. They laughed and she offered for him to go first.

"Well," He said. "I was just going to ask you how you liked Hogwarts so far."

"Oh, I do."

"Seems like it." Harry's voice was darker now and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I just meant that - that you seem to be getting along with everyone." He pointed up a set of stairs and as a side comment said, "This way."

Emma followed his direction and she agreed. "Yes, I am. A lot different from my last school." She sighed. "I didn't have very many friends. None really."

"You're popular already. Everyone wants to be friends with you."

Harry stopped walking and Emma glanced back at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Why did you stop?"

"We're here." Harry answered simply.

"Oh." She said lamely.

Harry smiled and shook his head lightly.

"Well, thanks." Standing awkwardly, she ran a hand through her hair.

"Do you know the password?"

"Yup, he wrote it in the note." She held it up and waved it.

"Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No. I don't know how long I'll be, but thanks anyways." She took a step closer and asked, "I'll see you back in the Commons?"

"Seamus will be saving you a seat."

Emma frowned and nodded. "Right."

Shrugging, he turned to leave after making a light wave in her direction.

Watching Harry flee, she felt her cheeks burn. After clearing her throat she turned to the gargoyle statue and recited, "Twizzlers."

Once she stepped onto the moving stares she was lead up to a pair of mahogany doors. She sighed and knocked gingerly on the door.

"Come in."

Opening the door to she saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk. He looked up over his half moon glasses and smiled. "Come sit." He motioned. "Would you like a Twizzler?" She nodded and took one hoping it wouldn't do something a normal Twizzler shoulden't.

". . . . . So I asked him. He said they were called Twizzlers. I naturally went to try them, but he slapped my hand away. He directed me to go get my own. So, I did because they must be something if he wanted to keep them for himself." Dumbledore told the story of how he happened upon the red treat and ripped off a bit himself.

Emma laughed.

"Anyway, I wanted to congratulate you on making Gryffindor. It will suit you well."

She grasped the arm of her chair and responded. "Thank you."

"Harry, can I ask you something?" Hermione asked, the light of the roaring fire lightening her face.

He leant his head on the back of the couch. "Yeah."

"I know I've asked you this before, but you didn't give me an answer." She paused and gave him a look. "Do you have any feelings for Emma?"

He looked over at Ron, who shrugged in response, then at Ginny, who had a bitter expression on her pink, freckled face. "Well, yeah. She's a good friend."

Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced at Ginny. "Is that all?"


"I'm glad to hear you're enjoying Hogwarts so far." The Headmaster commented as he walked her to the Gryffindor tower. "Many feel as though the school is their home." He glanced down at her. "I believe your friend, Harry, does."

Emma nodded. "I suppose in time I will."

Stopping at a portrait, he turned to her. "I know you must be overwhelmed with everything that has happened this summer and no place or person could ever replace your past. But please know, that there will always be a place for you here in Hogwarts."

Emma swallowed harshly. Her stomach turned wildly and she looked down, hoping that her tears would keep from coming out. "Thank you."

Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably on his feet and placed a hand on her shoulder. When she looked up his blue eyes were staring at her and the sound of the Fat Lady blowing her nose greeted.

"That is so sweet. I never knew you were so sentimental, Headmaster." The Fat Lady said, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

He cleared his throat and said the week's password. "Quid agis."

The woman bowed her head and the passage opened.

"You will do well to remember the password. Many students have spent the night out here because they have forgotten."

She laughed and realized he wasn't joking. "Really? I have a horrible memory."

Dumbledore smiled and motioned to the passageway. "Goodnight Miss Wilson."

With a sharp nod she scrambled into the Common Room. She smiled once she saw all of the Gryffindors still in their robes talking avidly to each other. Her jade eyes fell on the scarlet and gold colors to her friends that sat near a burning fireplace.

Harry's eye caught hers and he smiled, thankful that he didn't have to answer Hermione's question that he had somehow managed to dodge thus far. "Emma!

Hermione made a face and rolled her eyes.

"Hey Emma." Seamus greeted walking up to her. "Places get filled quickly. I suppose I wasn't fast enough." He nodded to Harry and Ron who were placed on a couch.

"Looks like it." She stood awkwardly and blushed when she caught him looking at her. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. I think I'll head up to my dorm soon."

"Oh, alright." He smiled and stuffed his hands in his pocket. "I'll see you later. I bet we'll have a couple classes together."


Harry watched in utter annoyance as Seamus flirted with her. He sighed and slumped further into his chair. Soon he heard light footsteps near them. "Sorry about that."

Ron shrugged. "What did Dumbledore want?"

"Oh -" She sat down between them. "He just wanted to congratulate me on getting into Gryffindor."

"Great luck too." Ginny commented, flicking her hair to one side. "Especially when you were so close to getting into Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff."

"But Emma has a brave heart." Harry said and cleared his throat, averting his eyes. "That's why - why she got into Gryffindor."

Hermione giggled and turned to Emma, who felt heat rise on her neck. "Come on, I'll show you your dorm."

"Alright." She smiled and glanced at Harry.

"You'll be rooming with me and couple other girls."


"So this will be your bed." Hermione sat on it with a bounce and looked out the window just beside her. "It'll be nice having a friend in the same room."

"You don't like the other girls?" Emma asked making sure none of them were in the room.

"They tend to gossip - a lot."

"Who are they?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you yet." She folded her legs underneath her. "Parvati. She went to the ball with Harry fourth year. She still has a huge crush on him."

Emma rose her eyebrows.

"And Lavender Brown. She had a thing with Ron a while back." Making a face, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.


The air was black with night and suddenly, the silence was interrupted. Emma's eyes popped open and she quietly listened to the giggling from behind her bed curtains.

"Lavender!" A girl whispered harshly. "Be quiet."

"I bet that's the new girl." She responded with a laugh.

Emma sighed and rolled on her back, thankful that they couldn't see her. She wondered if Hermione was awake.

"How did you guess?" Emma thought Parvati said in a sarcastic tone. "Come on let's not wake them up."

Chapter 15: Jealousy
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Emma woke with a start for she had dreamed very unhappily. The night of her parents death often came to her in her sleep. She sighed irritably and got up without a sound. After she pulled her curtains to the side, she glanced every which way, hoping she wouldn't wake anyone. Hearing the light snore coming from one of the beds, she smiled.

Once she had gotten ready for the day she headed down to the Common Room. It was empty. Emma clutched her reading book closely and made way to a cozy armchair next to a cold fireplace. When she got there she was startled to see that she was not in fact alone.

"Oh. Hello Emma." He rested his book down on the seat next to him and smiled.

"Seamus." She rose an eyebrow. "What are you doing down here so early?"

"Early riser." He answered simply. "What about you?"

"The same."

Emma sat back in her chair and glanced around the room. Something she hadn't really done yet. Seamus's brown eyes stayed on her. "Kind of nice to have someone else around here. Most don't come down until at least nine when they don't have to." He said with a light chuckle.

"Really?" She rose her eyebrows.

With a quick glance at an old grandfather clock, he commented, "And its only 7:30 right now. Usually I just come down here and read because I'm the only one who's awake."

She smiled crookedly. "Well, it looks like you won't be alone this year, huh?"

"Nope." He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "But that's a good thing. Especially when the company's good." He edged on his seat and rested his book on the cushioned arm.

She blushed softly and cocked your head to the side in hopes of reading the title of his book.

He followed her eyes and lifted the book with a smirk. "Moby Dick."

"One of the great American authors. I'm impressed." She said after raising her eyebrows.

He laughed and said, "I'm glad you're impressed, but I must say I find it bloody boring." Nodding to her own book, he asked, "What are you reading?"

Emma looked down at it. "Oh, just a book on Hogwarts' famous history."

He smiled. "You really are friends with Granger aren't you?"

"I suppose she's rubbing off on me."

Seamus nodded in agreement and shook his head with a laugh. "You're a Yank aren't you?"

"Where else would you get this lame accent?"

He snickered. "I think its cute." He paused, his face reddening and quickly thought of something to say. "I'm from Ireland."

She cleared her throat and averted her gaze. "I've always wanted to go there."

"You should. It's beautiful and the people - well they live quieter and -" He stopped himself. "I'm rambling aren't I."

Emma just smiled. "No. I can see you really love it."

There was a moment of silence and Seamus moved uncomfortably. "Did you like it there?"

She nodded and replied, "Very much. I'm really going to miss it."

"Why did you leave then?"

She hesitated and averted her jade eyes, being sure not to say anything she shouldn’t. "My parents were killed, and I came here to stay with the Weasley's."

He frowned, his eyes becoming softer. "I'm soo sorry, Emma. It must be hard."

"It is."

"I was wondering - if you weren't doing anything after breakfast. . ." He paused and looked in her direction. "maybe I could show you around?"

Emma swallowed. "I'm not busy."

"Great." He replied, relief washing over his freckled face. He stood to his feet and straightened his shirt. "Well, I think I'm going to get some breakfast, care to join me?"

"I promised Hermione I would wait for her, but thanks for asking."

He nodded, his smile slightly fallen.


"No, that's fine." He turned to leave then quickly looked back. "I'll meet you after, though?"

"Yeah. See you."

Just a few minutes later while the Gryffindors started to wake, Harry bounded down the stairs and sat on the armchair opposite her. "Good Morning." He got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach as Emma averted her eyes from a page of her book to him.

"Morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, you?"


Harry placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly. "What would you like to do today?" He felt his face burn as he realized what he said. Harry actually assumed for a moment that she would only want to do something with him. "Class doesn't start - for a couple days."

"Seamus wanted to show me around after breakfast." Emma's voice was dull. "But after lunch or something -"

"Oh. No, that's okay-" Harry interjected, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything-"

Emma widened her eyes and stopped him. "I didn't mean I didn't want to." She said quietly and looked at her hands. "I think it would be lovely to - do something with you. Seamus just asked for an hour or so - just to show me around the castle."

He smiled in some relief and nodded. "Okay."

"Did you want to go with us?" She asked slowly, almost afraid to say something wrong.

Rising his brows, he pursed his lips at an evil thought and thought better of it. "No. I wouldn't want to interfere."

She frowned. "You won't."

He slapped his hands on his knees. "No, that's okay. I'll just do something with Hermione and Ron, until you're finished with er - Seamus."

Emma swallowed harshly and wanted to scream at him, saying, "No! You're the one I want!" but she didn't. She instead drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair and said, "Yeah."

Harry was just about to say something when quick footsteps led to the two and Hermione greeted, "Good Morning!"

"Hey, Mione." Emma replied with a warm smile.

"Morning." He cleared his throat, and repositioned jaggedly in his seat.

Hermione flashed her eyes from one to the other and took a seat on the couch, joining in on some small talk until Ron came down the stairs groggily.

"Morning Ron." Emma watched him walk sluggishly closer to them and rolled her eyes.

He grumbled something incoherent and plopped down next to Hermione.

"Did you get any sleep last night Ron?" Hermione asked her friend who was now yawning widely.

"Yeah." He said sleepily, resting his head on Hermione's shoulder. He seemed to be not quiet awake, for he probably wouldn't have done it if full coherent. Hermione blushed lightly and rolled her eyes. She let him, though.

"Well, do you guys want to go to breakfast?" Emma asked stretching her arms over her head.

Ron's head shot up, narrowly missing Hermione's chin, and he exclaimed, "Yes."

"Lets go."

Sitting between Harry and Ron, Emma felt a tap on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and widened her eyes before looking over her shoulder to see who the culprit was.

"Almost done?" Seamus asked, his hands in his pockets looking a bit nervous.


He made a short nod. "I'll wait." Seamus then took a seat next to Harry, who took a swing of his pumpkin juice.

After a few minutes of drumming his fingers and picking apart a piece of toast, Seamus was glad to see Emma stand from the bench and say her goodbyes. He anxiously got to his feet, almost knocking over a plate of sausage.

Emma stepped to him and smiled. "Ready?"

"Ready." He ran a hand through his hair and lead her towards the great doors that lead to the rest of the school. "Do you want me to show where your classes are?"


Emma followed him obediently as they walked down corridors she had never been in, all the while feeling much more comfortable with him. She watched him carefully and noticed the way the corners of his eyes crinkled with every smile and the way his dimples deepened when he talked.

"So, do you have a boyfriend yet? Or did you leave one behind?"

Emma rose her dark eyebrows quizzically and shook her head with a laugh. "Neither."

"Really? I would have thought that you'd be taken pretty quickly around here if you were single."

She turned her face away from him and covered her mouth as she laughed even harder.

"What's so funny?"

"The blatant fact that you would think I'd left a boyfriend and that I would be taken quickly."

Seamus shrugged and shook his head. "I don't get how that would be funny."

Emma just said it and felt a little lame afterward. "I've never had a boyfriend. Nor do I think someone here is going to be jumping my bones anytime soon."

"You've never had a boyfriend?"

"No." She felt heat rise on her cheeks from embarrassment.

He widened his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Wow."

"Why are you so surprised?"

"It's just that - just that I think you're really nice to talk to and you're not to mention - very pretty."