Based around the Fourth and Fifth Books.

This is the the process of being HEAVILY rewritten.

Prologue

August 23rd 1991

The sound of chaos ensued KINGS CROSS station as people ran around like maniacs trying to plan their journeys and catch their trains. People were reuniting, people were parting, people arrived and people left. That was how it normally worked, wasn't it? in the midst of the chaos stood Remus Lupin. His surrounding never failed to take his breath away. To his right stood an anxious young man. He had been there for around an hour now, give or take a few minutes. He had watched as he glanced at his watch, anxiously. He had then watched his face light up as a train pulled up on Platform 3 and a young girl had jumped out, bags in tow. The look their face as their gazes met was simply beautiful… She had momentarily dropped her bags and was running towards them and no sooner had she reached within grabbing distance had he lifted her up in his arms, spinning her around, kissing her and telling her wonderful things.

He smiled, bitter sweetly. Their love was obviously a fairytale one… He had had that once. Although it seemed like a bloody long time ago.

He sighed, prying his eyes away from them and grabbing his bag before walking towards Platform 9. The place looked strangely quiet at this time of the year. It was a week before term started, and why he had been asked to come now filled him with much confusion… He didn't understand what was so important that it couldn't wait until peak… He took a deep breath as he made a run for it through the wall directly in-between platforms 9 and 10. And then he clambered to recompose himself as he looked around the new platform.

"Remus," A voice startled him and he turned, coming face to face with a pale and dark haired man. Severus Snape.

"Severus," He nodded,

"You're late" Was his sharp reply.

"I got held up."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you did."

"Why this place?" Remus asked,

"We cannot risk being overheard…"

"This thing you need assistance with-"

Severus nodded, before signaling his head to a small room behind them. Remus had to blink. In all of his years of coming here, he had never seen it before once… He followed suite, opening the door and gasping at what he saw.

"Merlin…" He gulped, holding his hands out in front of him in order to try and stop himself from shaking, "But this is- it's impossible. She's-"

Remus stared at the small timid girl in front of him. Dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a tank top fitted with a long hand-knitted cardigan she looked the spit of her. The spit of his beloved Anna Lynn… Everything from her long dark hair to the piercing green of her eyes told her so… but how was this possible?

"She was delivered to us via an Auror," Severus drawled on, "Don't ask us why, and how but upon having a visit from Professor Dumbledore, it looks like our suspicions have been confirmed."

"Suspicions? What suspicions?

And then after a deep breath, Severus continued, "Remus, meet Emma… Emma Black."

"There must be some sort of mistake…"

"There is no mistake. We checked the girls records, as well as drawing blood. The girls father is Sirius Black…"

"And her mother?"

Severus' perfectly proper posture seemed to stiffen, however he had soon returned to normal and he turned, narrowing his gaze at him, "Died at birth."

"Severus, she looks-"

"Enough."

"The resemblance is uncanny. You don't think?"

"I said ENOUGH Remus…" Severus drew out his wand, his icy cool exterior threatening to break by every word, "Do not test me on this. Do not ask me any further questions. I am simply playing the part of the messenger."

Remus gulped and nodded before peering back through the door towards where 'Emma' sat, staring out at them. A look of confusion etched her every perfect feature and he swore he felt himself melt per every second.

"Here's what the plan is…" Severus continued, snapping his fingers in front of Remus' face, "You will continue as if we have never had this conversation. You will not tell anyone of it… nobody, let alone the Weasley's."

"And then-"

"And then what?"

"Then what will we do with the girl? Will she be returned to where she was found or what Severus? Surely you cant be thinking of putting her in school… Her father's Sirius Black, for petes sake."

Severus remained unfazed, simply nodding, "That is where you come in."

"Oh?"

"Professor Dumbledore thinks it best if…"

"If?"

"If you act as the girl's legal custodian"

"What?!"

"He understands it's a lot to take but- well, for some reason he thought you were the best man for the job." Severus' patience was wearing thin, it was obvious. He anxiously tapped his foot in the floor before staring at him coldly.

Remus snorted, "This is typical Dumbledore. The guy hasn't spoke to me for years and all of a sudden he wants me to do him a favor."

"If you have any further pressing matters then please, feel free to take it up with him. I'm sure he'll be happy to reminisce as to why your paths haven't separated in such a long time… as for me, I have played my part." Severus frowned, "Her list of requirements are here… you have until noon on Sunday to gather these things and I'm sure your friends the Weasley's will help you should you require it. Should anyone ask, she is your daughter… You have only just met up again and she has just this week been accepted to Hogwarts."

And with that, he had turned and left. Silence. Remus turned to where the girl sat fidgeting with her hands. He took a deep breath and perched himself infront of her, "Hello Emma…"

"Who are you?"

"I'm your father, Emma…"

August 24th 1991

Remus

"So, you're telling me this is your daughter?" The redhead asked with a frown, a hand placed on her hip and a rolling pin clutched in her other.

"Indeed I am…" Remus replied coolly,

"And you expect me to believe it."

"I don't expect you to believe anything, Molly. I'm simply stating what is real. It's amazing, isn't it? I met her last week…"

"Oh Remus," Molly Weasley sighed before looking over at the small girl who sat, her nose delved deep into a book, "I don't know what to say. Are you happy?"

"Happy?" Remus asked, a smile forcing its way upon her face, "Merlin's Molly, Im ecstatic. It's like my life has found a new purpose all of a sudden."

"What of her mother though?" Arthur piped up,

"Oh, no word." Remus replied, absent-mindedly.

"The poor thing." Molly sighed, "Does she not remember anything?"

"No," He replied, flashing the girl a sidewards smile, "Nothing. Perhaps its best that way. Clean slate."

"And where do you propose you will live?" Molly asked, "You cannot possibly tell me you'll keep an 11 year old girl in that... grubby bedsit of yours."

"I'm working on it," Remus replied,

"You'll stay with us for the holidays…"

"Molly, I couldn't pry."

"Nonsense, there is only a week left and I'm not having you roughing it in squalor with the girl. She needs to be around people… people of her own age. She's Ronald's age… she can get to know him, and they can start Hogwarts with at least one friend." Molly replied, extremely satisfied with herself,

"I don't know what to say…"

"Say yes you foolish man!"

Emma

"What are you reading?"

Emma looked up in annoyance, her eyes resting on the ginger boy infront of him, "Alice in Wonderland."

"Alice in Wonderland... is she a muggle?"

Emma stared back at him blankly, "What's a muggle?"

"A muggle," Ron shoved a donut in his mouth, "Non magic folk. Are you a muggle?"

"I-" Emma shrugged, "I dont know what I am. Who are you?"

"Ronald Weasley," He smiled proudly, holding his hand out. She shook it reluctantly before sitting up and peering closer to him, "That's my sister Ginny."

He pointed towards the young girl standing, or rather cowering, in the doorway.

"Oh," She looked down, playing with the bounds of the old book, "I'm Emma."

He nodded, knowingly, "I know. Lupin's daughter. Must be ace having him as a dad… even though he hasn't really been there. how is that by the way?"

"How's what?"

"Meeting your dad after all this time…" He asked, meekly, "I know it's got to be weird for you, right?"

"Right…" Was her feeble reply. Her head was swimming with thoughts… thoughts of nothingness? Confusion… She hadn't a clue how she'd got here, how she'd got to this house… Come to think of it, she couldn't remember anything. Who was her mother? And why had this guy turned up all of a sudden claiming to be her father?

She didn't know. All she knew was that it was making her head hurt… Maybe thinking too much could wait until tomorrow.

Sensing her discomfort, Ron handed her a box, "Chocolate Frog… want one?"

September 1th 1991

Remus

Remus seized Emma by her hand and she turned to look up at him, "All set?"

"No…"

He smiled weakly, "It's not too bad. You're friends with Ron, aren't you?"

"I don't see why I have to go. Why can't you home school me?" She scowled, "Or better yet... why can't I just wait until next year? Ginny is."

"Ginny's a year younger than you," Remus replied, "And I wish I could Emma. You'll understand though…"

"I don't understand," Emma frowned,

"Listen. You're going to be fine," Remus knelt infront of her, "I know it."

"Can you come through with me?" She asked,

He shook his head sadly, "I cant… but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny are going to go through with you… get you settled on the train. And you'll have the twins and Percy to look over you too. You like Percy, don't you?"

"Not as much as Percy likes Percy," Emma grumbled, making Remus chuckle.

She frowned and he pulled her in closer, giving her head a kiss and her shoulders a squeeze. In the last week, he had got to know his 'daughter' and was surprised at how well it was coming easy for him. He loved being Emma's father figure, and if he had to carry on this pretence he would be happy. He had learnt of her love of Chocolate Frogs (courtesy of Ron), her fear of all things crawly (courtesy of a smug Fred and George) and was learning new things about her by the day… so it truly did sadden him that he had to let her go so soon.

"Are you ready Emma?" Mrs. Weasley called. She simply nodded, trudging towards her. Molly flashed him a knowing smile and he made his excuses and goodbyes.

Emma

"Excuse me…" A small voice interrupted her as she was mid-way to Mrs. Weasley. She turned and her eyes widened as she came face to face with a small dark haired boy. He smiled at her brightly and she quickly returned it, "Do you know how to get to Platform nine and three quarters?"

"Uhm, I-" She went to point towards the wall but found herself schtummed as to what to say. Anyone passing by would have deemed her mentally unwell…

She went to talk but Mrs. Weasley had already taken over, "Of course my love. Follow my lead… its Emma's first time too. So take a hold of her hand… don't let go."

Emma gulped, before offering him her shaky hand and gripping onto Mrs. Weasley's with the other. With a brisk move forward, they ran at the wall… She felt herself enveloped in darkness until they finally reached their destination. Emma gasped, running a hand through her hair.

"Wow…" She gasped as she set her sights on the train infront of them.

"Wicked…" Ron grinned, "Come on… lets' get a seat Emma."

He grabbed a hold of her hand and they were soon skipping towards the train, leaving the dark haired boy alone.

"I'm telling you… the way she's carrying on you'd think I was off to battle," Ron exclaimed at the sight of her mother hurrying alongside the train hysterically. He simply flashed her a quick smile and a wave and Emma couldn't help but laugh, "What?"

"I think it's sweet.."

"Sweet? You try living with her…" Ron scoffed, "For more than a week!"

"Trade?" She asked,

"Deal…" He grinned, "Let's go and get a seat."

"Yeah," Emma replied, following her new friend down the corridor of the train. They past carriages and carriages full of kids decked out in robes. Finally, they came to one carriage and Emma guessed he'd found one.

"Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

"No, not at all."

Ron sat down across from the dark haired boy, "I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Ron gasped, "Whoa so-so it's true?! I mean, do you really have the...the..."

"The what?"

"The scar...?" Ron whispered, piquing Emma's interest.

Harry nodded, "Oh, yeah." He lifted up his hair and grinned,

"Wicked." Ron replied,

Emma chewed her lip mercilessly, her eyes transfixed on the windows as the train travelled at top speed through the country. She dared to look at the boy, to find he was watching her with piqued interest. Immediately, her throat swelled up and she became clammy. Luckily, he was soon distracted by Ron offering to show him a magic trick. Not long after, the carriage door slid open and a bushy haired girl appeared looking distressed.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

Ron shrugged, "No."

The girl looked deep in thought. She then examined the carriage, "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then."

Ron shrugged and nodded, pointing his wand at his rat, "Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

There was a zap, and Scabbers jumped slightly, but nothing happened.

The girl looked noticeably amused, "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example..." She sauntered over to Harry, taking seat next to Emma and sitting across him, "OculusReparo." "That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you'reHarry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger...and you are...?"

"I'm...Ron Weasley." Ron spoke through a full mouth,

Hermione grimaced, "Pleasure." She turned her attention on Emma, who, until then, had simply been observing, "Hello. Who are you?"

"I'm Emma," Emma managed, "Emma Lupin."

She felt a bit of uncertainty as the words left her lips. She had been told to use his name… however she had never said it before and it felt- odd to say the least. She quickly brushed this little niggling feeling she had. Of course it felt weird… she'd only just met the guy…

"You should change into your robes. I expect the train is about to arrive." Hermoine instructed, "It was nice to meet you. I'll see you in the castle." And with that she was gone.

And with that, she was gone. Ron stared after her, "What in the name of-"

The Great Hall, Sorting Ceremony

Emma perched herself on the chair nervously.

"Emma Lupin hey? Well I never. What a scandal. Hmmm I wonder. On one hand you have a lot of knowledge up there... you'd be very well suited to Ravenclaw. But, there is a very... shall we say, Black... side to you," The sorting hat spoke deviously, "Then again... if you're anything like your father, you always were a tricky mind to read. Extraordinary. It'll have to be... GRYFFINDOR!"

The gryffindor table burst into applause and cheers and she jumped to join the table, taking a seat next to Hermoine. Not long after, Harry joined her. Once again, their eyes met.

Why did it feel like she already knew him?