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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.

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