When Emily woke up she wasn't sure where she was. She seemed to be on a cot in a kitchen/livingroom area of a house. There was a pot cooking something on the stove and a few people sitting at the table, speaking in low voices. One of them was the man who had called himself Arthur Weasley, there was also a short red haired woman and a man with a long beard and moon shaped spectacles. The red haired woman looked over at Emily, smiled, and came quickly over.

"Nice to see you up deary." she smiled softly.

"Where am I?" Emily asked groggily.

"Your at our house, my name is Mrs. Weasley, don't worry, your safe, see, Dumbledore is here."

The man with the half moon spectacles gazed over them at her, smiling kindly.

"Who?" asked Emily. Who were these people?

"Why don't you join us Emily and I can explain what is going on." said the man named Dumbledore.

Emily slowly sat up and walked groggily over to the table.

"Would you like something to eat dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"No thank you." but her stomach growled telling her and the people in the room that it had not eaten since lunch. "Um, maybe I will."

Mrs. Weasley put a bowl of soup from the pot on the stove, bread, and a cup of hot chocolate in front of Emily, who ate slowly but gratefully.

She felt awkward sitting there, they had stopped talking and were studying her.

"These are extraordinary muggle clothes Emily, where did you get them?"

Emily gave him a confused look and followed his gaze to her jeans and t shirt "Um...my mum picked them up somewhere."

Emily paused, staring at her soup. Tears stung her eyes as she remembered what Mr. Weasley had said about her parents. She set down her spoon and put her hands in her lap.

"Oh, Emily," Mr. Weasley said, horrified. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But Mrs. Weasley had come up behind her and embraced her. Emily thought it weird that this woman she didn't know was hugging her, but right now she didn't care. There didn't seem to be anyone else there to try to comfort her and Mrs. Weasley's kindness helped her hold back her tears.

"Emily." said Dumbledore. "there is a lot that I need to be telling you."

Emily looked up at him, wondering what he could have to say.

"What are muggles?" she said, thinking about Mr. Weasley talking about her clothes.

Mrs. Weasley pulled back from the embrace in surprise, causing Emily to turn around and look at her surprised expression. Mr. Weasley, who was sitting next to her, looked surprised as well. Emily had the feeling that there was something she didn't understand going through these people's minds. She looked to Dumbledore and saw that his expression hadn't changed.

"Dumbledore I thought that she was-"

"She is." Dumbledore answered calmly Mr. Weasley's question before he had finished it.

"But her parent's were-- does that mean she's a---"

"It seems that everyone is a bit confuse right now."

Mrs. Weasley sat down next to Emily and the three looked across the table at Dumbledore. Emily had the feeling that this happened a lot, people looking to this man for guidance. He seemed nice like a grandfather but without being feeble. His age seemed to add to his power and strength.

"It begins with a man named Sirius Black. Emily when you were a baby this man was accused of murdering more than ten people. He was sent to Azkaban, a prison. This man." he paused. "Was a wizard."

The Weasleys gasped. "You mean she didn't know?" they said. Dumbledore quieted them with a hand. "Like I said, everyone is a bit confused right now."

Emily paused. That name seemed familiar some how. She remembered hearing about an escaped prisoner named Siruis Black a couple years ago. "But he escaped." she said confused. "wait." she realized something "Did you just say he was a wizard?"

Dumbledore nodded. "But that--" she stopped. Harry. She remembered the seen. He had had that stick. That wand. He had chased off those men that were attacking him and his cousin.

Dumbledore watched as the girl looked from him, to her soup, to the door, and then to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Because I am a wizard also." he said it so calmly with that gaze. She looked at the Weasleys again.

"Are you?"

"Yes." they both said.

Emily was looking at her soup again. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because that man." Dumbledore paused again. "Is your father."

No one had expected this. The Weasley's mouths dropped open.

"You mean Sirius---"

"But he never--"

Emily had nearly dropped through the bench along with her mouth. She stared at Dumbledore before getting the ability of speech back.

"That can't be." she said.

"Why not? Weren't you adopted?"

"Yes but my last name wasn't Black. My last name was---"

"Johnson, I know."

"But" she was stunned at him knowing her last name. "Even if I was this man's daughter, why would it matter?"

"Because it makes you a witch."

"What?"

"You're a witch."

"No I'm not." she said, denying it. "I don't have a wand, I don't have magical powers."

"Yes you do, though a wand would need to be purchased, you have magical powers. Has anything happen to you that you couldn't quite explain?"

Emily paused, part of her didn't want him to be right. "When I was about eleven." she remembered having twenty birds, owls, following her where ever she went. "And after things happened more often. Once my neighborhood had a power surge when my mother and me were pretending to sing opera." She had joked, saying that her singing abilities had caused it, but her mom hadn't even joked around, just told her to go to her room and then had an argument with her dad.

Memories came back to her, things she couldn't explain started to make sense.

"Prove it to me." she said, even though she was already convinced. At that moment however Mrs. Weasley had pulled out a stick from her sleeve--a wand from her sleeve, flicked it, and a broom and dust pan came out of a cupboard and began cleaning.

"Oh--oops--sorry dear."

Dumbledore continued. "You are a witch, descended from wizards and witches from both your mother and father's side of the family."

"Who was my mother?"

"That will come at a later time."

"Uh..." Emily realized something. "I don't have to meet him, do I?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Emily he was proven innocent."

"Oh."

"But if you still don't feel like meeting him yet, that is fine, I think he will understand."

Emily nodded. She couldn't remember what he looked like, she hadn't seen a picture of him when he escaped.

"Why did it take so long for him to escape if he is a wizard?"

"He was in Azkaban, a wizard jail, his wand was taken away."

They sat there, Dumbledore answering questions that Emily had, until Dumbledore said he would have to go.

"Where am I going to be staying?"

"Well from what we know we think that you may be in danger, therefore we are going to give you 'bodyguards' as you might call them, you will be staying with them until you come to Hogwarts."

"Really Dumbledore, bodyguards, do you think that that is necessary?" insisted Mrs. Weasley.

"At times like this Molly, yes, I think it is."

"I don't see why, she is only a child. I mean Harry, I understand but--"

"Harry? You don't mean Harry Potter, do you?" Emily interrupted.

"Yes." Dumbledore said.

"You lived near him, didn't you?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yes. He is a wizard too, isn't he."

"Yes, how did you--" Mrs. Weasley began.

Emily jumped up "he was being attacked! Why would he have to use magic if he had a bodyguard?"

"Because his bodyguard is a no good, lazy, cheating--"

"Molly," Dumbledore said warningly.

"But he could have gotten hurt! And now there is this court date!" she ranted, starting to get hysterical.

"Why would he need a court date?" Emily asked.

"Because underage wizards aren't supposed to use magic outside of school." Mr. Weasley informed her, much more calm than his wife.

"How do wizards do court dates?"

"The same way muggles--non magical people-- do it, really, witnesses and judges."

"Do I need to witness?"

"At this point" Dumbledore answered before Mrs. Weasley. "I think it would be best if you did not go into public too often, it may not be a good idea."

"Who will be her bodyguard?" Molly asked.

"Bodyguards." he corrected her.

"Bodyguards! Is that really necessary!?" she yelled, exasperated.

"She has no knowledge of how to use her magic, I think there is quite enough need for two bodyguards." he said. "Now I think we should get some sleep." Dumbledore looked sternly at the two red heads and then kindly to Emily.

At that moment the door opened rather dramatically, slamming and causing a gust of wind and three procured wands. Emily jumped and was scared, confused. She turned and saw two identical red headed boys inside of the doorway.

"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Everyone cringed as Mrs.Weasley yelled at her two sons.

"Oh come now mum, how do you know it's us?" asked one.

"BECAUSE ONLY YOU TWO WOULD DO SOMETHING SO STUPID!" She stomped over and grabbed each twins' ear, causing them to bend down in pain and follow her.

"Oh come on mum, your embarrassing us in front of our charge."

"I don't know why Dumbledore even chose you two I mean out of all the irresponsible things you do, nearly giving me a heart attack."

"They can go with her to school and people won't suspect anything, Fred and George are also talented with there spells and are capable, I think." Dumbledore said. "Well I am going to go to bed, goodnight."

Emily stood up in front of the twins and found that they were both much taller than her. Mr.Weasley convinced Mrs. Weasley to go to let the three of them get acquainted which she agreed to, only when Fred and George promised to be responsible.

Though she didn't say it, Mrs. Weasley trusted them, thinking that they would do a good job and not endanger the young girl or pull any pranks on her. She was now practically an orphan and they both knew that so she doubted they would be heartless enough to pull a cruel prank on her.

When the three were left alone Emily realized how strange it was to be standing there with these two boys. She didn't know them and though she wasn't sure why, her parents had barely ever let her associate most boys let alone leave her alone with them.

"Hi, I'm Fred." Fred smiled and held out his hand to Emily, who jumped about a foot in the air before slowly and gently shaking his hand, smiling nervously.

"And I'm George." she shook the other boy's hand. The twins spent the next few minutes trying to get her to smile. They didn't say it but they had the feeling that she was afraid of them, something they didn't like. She smiled nervously and soon was laughing with them as they told her a bit about themselves.

"And when we go out in public you'll have to wear an invisibility cloak so that you can't be seen." said Fred, informing her of their plans for protecting her.

"Oh?" she said a bit curious. "I'm still trying to get used to the fact that this whole other world exists, don't go shoving me into your hat just yet." she smiled.

They both gave her confused looks and she laughed and tried to explain about magicians and their hats.

This was going to be interesting.

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