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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."

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