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So I started English 1A and have seven assignments already which means I wont post as much but I will when I have free time. Now Harry does something in here that will make probably half of you hate me but its what I want to do with him. I hope you enjoy it! Now, presenting, the first chapter of Finding Me: Year Two!

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Finding Me: Year Two

Chapter One

"You could have said thank you." I said softly from my bed. Harry looked from his Charms book as I looked at him.

"For?"

"I got all our books and supplies from the cupboard."

"Oh, yeah, thanks."

I sighed and went back to the book Hermione had gotten me for Christmas. I hadn't heard from her or George since summer started. Harry hadn't heard from Ron. He thought that he didn't care for him anymore but I knew George and Hermione wouldn't do that. Especially George. Something was wrong but I didn't know what. Sadly our mind link had a certain distance until it doesn't work. Harry couldn't send out Hedwig as she was locked up and my lock-picking skill didn't really work on a number combination padlock.

"Tomorrows our birthday. Are you excited?" I had been trying to get back on good terms with Harry but he didn't seem to want to.

"Why, not like we're getting anything." Harry muttered and I shook my head. This was hopeless on my part, it really was.

This summer was lonely except for Zuzza who was as happy to be back as I was. She was so used to the castle, she hated the Dursley house. There was one thing, well person, I missed a little more than George and Hermione. My homeless friend, Mary Pendock. I hadn't seen her all summer which worried me as something bad could have happened to her. She was a year younger than me and even though that wasn't a big difference, I still worried when I didn't see her. Jonas and Devon didn't know where she was either and those two knew where all the homeless children were as they were the oldest of the resident ones in Little Whining. We all prayed she was safe.

The next day was a big day in uncle Vernon's eyes. Not because it was our birthday, but because a big, important, client was coming that he hoped to sell lots of drill to. Harry and I were ordered to stay in our room and make no noise. So, after a dinner of bread and cheese, we went up to our room. Except, it wasn't empty.

A weird looking creature was sitting on Harry's bed. When I shut the door, the creature scrambled off and bowed lowly. I frowned at the state of his outfit which was just an old looking pillow case. I wondered what he was.

"Er-hello." Harry said nervously. I rolled my eyes, this poor thing looked like he couldn't hurt a fly.

"Harry and Emily Potter!" The creature said in a high, squeaky voice. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you both…such an honor it is…"

"Thank you." I said with a kind smile. Harry still looked shocked. Dobby looked at me and seemed to focus only on me. "But, who are you?"

"Dobby, miss. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf."

"Well, Dobby. Right now isn't really the best time for a house-elf to be in our room." Dobby looked upset. "Not that we're not pleased to meet you but is there any particular reason you are here?"

I learned some things about house elves in that conversation. They worked for wizarding families and cant speak ill or disobey their wishes or they have to punish themselves. I felt bad for the poor guy. Harry did too, until Dobby pulled out two bundles of letters. I could read Hermione and Georges writing. I was slightly smug to see my bundle was larger. Guess that's what you get for having more than one friend. I thought I even saw one from Lavender and another from Parvati.

"Give those back." Harry said sharply and grabbed for them but Dobby dodged out of the way and darted out the room. Harry ran after and I stayed back, waiting for the explosion from uncle Vernon. -

There was a screech, someone, probably Mr. Mason, stating about birds and jokes, and the thundering of footsteps. Harry was thrown into the room by a manic looking uncle Vernon.

"That's it! I'm locking you both up! You'll never go to that school again!"

The man drilled bars on our window, attached dead bolts and a cat flap of meals, sneering at us the whole time. We were only given two bowls of porridge and water in the morning and soup and water at night. On the third night of being locked up, Harry rounded on me.

"This is your fault!"

"How is it my fault?"

"You could have helped me get the letters!"

"That wouldn't stop Dobby from ruining the dinner."

"Well if you were with me you could have helped me for once." Harry glared. "This proves you aren't a good person or sister."

"I'm the bad person and sibling? What have you been all of first year?! You were a jerk!"

I was suddenly pushed into the wall. A pain shot through my wrist and tears entered my eyes. I could hear Zuzza hiss in anger from her spot on my bed. I looked up to see Harry glaring at me. Harry stalked to where Hedwig was and cooed to her. As he did this, a light shone through the window. I stayed curled on the floor. My wrist hurt like hell and I was scared for the first time. Harry had pushed me into the wall. He had physically hurt me.

"Ron!" I heard Harry exclaim but ignored him until I heard a familiar voice.

"Where's Emily?"

"George?"

"Emily, are you out of the room?"

"No. I-I think my wrist is broken."

"What, how?"

"Harry pushed me into the wall and my wrist twisted in a weird way."

"Harry, where's Emily?" George's voice sounded dangerous.

"She's right over here. Right, Em'?"

"Don't call me Em' like everything is fine." I snarled as I heard something being tied to the bars.

"Back up."

Suddenly the bars were yanked off. I could hear uncle Vernon grunt and fall back asleep if his snores said anything.

"Move, Harry." George said and suddenly I was being helped up. He inspected my wrist and frowned.

"It looks broken but mum will have to check. What happened?" I know he was doing that for show.

"She fell." Harry said and a burst of anger shot threw me.

"Calm down, Emily. Just focus on me."

"That complete arse. The bastard! Why do I even call him my brother?!"

I didn't say anything, just held my wrist up. Harry said our stuff was down in the cupboard and George sent Ron and Fred to get it as he helped me into the flying car. I didn't even care that it was flying, I was too busy holding back tears. George rubbed my back as I shook and watched as Ron and Fred came back with our trunks. Zuzza was around my neck and hissing softly, in a comforting way. Harry put all our stuff in our trunks that I had gotten out and helped put them in the boot of the car. Fred went up to the drivers side as Harry and Ron sat in back. I saw Fred look at George who nodded towards Harry causing an angry look to appear on his face. Suddenly Hedwig hooted loudly.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!"

"I've forgotten Hedwig!"

I didn't look over as Harry went to get Hedwig. I didn't look when I heard uncle Vernon barge in. I was pleased that George and Fred had a look of reluctance as they went to help Harry. At this point I was over trying to get on better terms with him. We started flying but I continued to look straight ahead.

"Why haven't you been answering my letters?"

"A house elf was stopping them."

"A house elf?"

"Long story."

His arm went around my waist like usual and I sighed, looking at him. He smiled and I gave a weak one back before looking out the front again. I was surprised when he pulled me slightly closer which caused me to pink slightly. He chuckled quietly.

"Can still make you blush."

"It's only been a few months since school ended. Really think that would go away in such a short time length?"

"No, just commenting."

Harry was talking about Dobby and George looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Told you it was a long story."

"Where are we exactly?" Harry asked as he looked out the window.

"About three minutes away from the Burrow, our home. It's just outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole." Ron said as Fred started lowering the car. We landed in front of a house that seemed to defy gravity. Four or five chimneys rested atop the red roof and I spotted a lopsided sign that read The Burrow. George helped me out and seemed to be holding me. It was a strange experience really, to have someone care so much. Also, his position made me blush slightly.

"Okay, so we'll go upstairs and I'll come down, when breakfast is called, and say that Harry and Emily showed up during the night, she will be pleased to see you both and-"

"Ah." Fred said.

"Oh dear." I looked where George was to see friendly Mrs. Weasley marching towards us, her expression that of a saber tooth tiger. I really hoped she wasn't too angry to fix my wrist because it really hurt.

"So," She came to a halt in front of us.

"Morning, mum!" George said in a cheery voice.

"I don't think that'll work."

"Worth a shot."

"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" Mrs. Weasley spoke in a deadly whisper.

"Sorry, mum, but see, we had to-"

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone-could have crashed-out of my mind with worry-" I accidently moved my wrist and gave a small whimper. That cut off Mrs. Weasley who looked over. "Oh, Emily, what's wrong with your wrist?"

"I think it's broken." I whispered and her face became even more worried.

"Well, dear, let me have a look in the Burrow. C'mon." She led me away from the boys and into the strange and wonderful looking house. As Mrs. Weasley took me in, Zuzza slithered up to look like the tie in my hair just in case. She sat me down and gently took my wrist. "Yes, it's broken. Now this may hurt for a second. I'll fix it."

She took out her wand and gently placed the tip on my wrist. She muttered something and a crack was heard. I hissed in pain as I felt my bone knit together but then the pain disappeared from my wrist all together. I moved it and besides being slightly stiff, it felt fine.

"Thank you." I said softly and she smiled.

"Now, I'll call those four in and make breakfast. You look like you could use a good meal." I smiled at her and she went back outside. I was glad she didn't ask how I broke my wrist.

"She should."

"I don't want to lie to her but I don't want to tell her."

"So you are protecting Harry?"

"No, it just won't stop him at school.

"Oh, well I still think its dumb you don't tell her."

"Whatever."

The boys entered the kitchen and George sat next to me, his arm going around my waist. I smiled and he grinned. I didn't notice Mrs. Weasley watching us with a soft expression and a happy smile. I ignored Harry, even though he wasn't even trying to talk to me. Mrs. Weasley set a large plate of food in front of me and my eyes widened. This was the most food I've seen outside of Hogwarts. I inspected it, wondering where to start. The others had dug in and Mrs. Weasley noticed what I was doing.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Hmmm? Yeah, I'm just weird with food. I have to start in a certain area and eat from there." I shrugged and Zuzza hissed a quiet laugh.

"Is that why you were so slow to get food at meals?" Fred asked and I nodded.

"Of course, I never had so much food." I frowned. "Kind of makes me miss Mary. She used to talk about the large meals she would get when she was younger."

"Mary?"

"She's a homeless girl I would help. We became friends and I haven't seen her at all this summer. Devon, Jonas, and I are worried." She looked confused. "The two oldest of the homeless children resident in Little Whining."

"She's friend with all the homeless children. Sneaks them food, tells them stories." Harry muttered.

"Once you get them out of their shells, they're really the sweetest people." I shrugged as I ate some sausage. The boys finished before me and went out to de-gnome the garden as I helped with dishes.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed? You need to rest."

"I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley. Once it gets light out, no matter if I haven't slept, I can't go to bed. I'm weird that way." She nodded and I had a thought. "Mrs. Weasley. I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"It's just in case you see her and get scared. I have a pet. She's completely harmless but I just wanted to let you know." She looked confused as I held up my wrist. Zuzza slithered from my tie and wrapped around my wrist. She looked shocked. "Zuzza won't hurt a fly, I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh my. Well, it's good you let me know because when I see snakes, they really don't last. I wont harm Zuzza, don't worry."

"Thank you. I only lie when I have too so I'd rather not lie about her." I smiled at Zuzza who hissed happily and went back to my neck.

"So, about this Mary. How long have you been helping her?"

"Since I was nine and she was eight. She's what they call a pup as she's very small. Her parents had died in a house fire that she had been in. Everyone thinks she died in the fire but she escaped with burn scars on her cheek. They are very noticeable and she always felt disfigured but I helped her through that also." I frowned. "That's why I'm worried. Penelope, another girl, says its tough out there and pups, like Mary, need all the help they can get. The only thing that made me nervous to go to Hogwarts was leaving her alone."

"Well, hopefully she's okay." Mrs. Weasley said and I smiled.

As I finished the last dish, there was a pop and Mr. Weasley appeared. I almost dropped the plate by his sudden appearance.

"Hello, dear." He gave Mrs. Weasley a kiss on the cheek before sitting in his seat with a deep sigh. "Nine raids."

The boys trotted in. "Hey dad."

"Hello, boys." He then spotted standing next to him. "Why, I don't believe we met."

"Oh, I'm Emily Potter." I held out my hand and he shook it. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." He sounded a little breathless.

"Harry's here too, dad." Ron said and Mr. Weasley shook his hand too.

"What did you mean raids?" I asked as I sat.

"Well I work for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office at the Ministry. We had to raid houses for muggle items that were tampered with magic."

"Really? I thought it was against the law for Muggles to find out about magic."

"Oh, it is, but that doesn't stop them. Then we have to obliviate so many muggles."

"How's that work?" I saw Harry and Ron go upstairs along with Fred and George.

"Have fun talking to dad."

"I'm just curious."

"Well come to Fred and I's room when you're done."

I spoke to Mr. Weasley for a few minutes before Mrs. Weasley showed me to where I was sleeping. With the youngest and only girl, Ginny. She was incredibly shy around me and stuck to her bed where she read some magazines. I went to Fred and George's room where I hung out for a lot of the time.

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I know, Harry being violent seems a bit much but i'm keeping it. Flames will be ignored. Read and Review!