PREVIOUSLY

"OH MY GOODNESS!!! AHHHH!!!" That unexpected shriek sounded too familiar to Harry. He was expecting some crazy girl to come out of a shrub and attack him. He was so wrong. That shriek came from one Hermione Granger.

"THAT'S EMILY LILY ROWLANDS. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Hermione ran past Harry and straight to Emma.

The three followed her. "How do you know each other?" Harry asked.

"We don't. She's my favorite author. Oh Merlin, Emily I am a huge fan. Could I please have an autograph? Please, it would mean so much."

"Sure. A friend of Harry's is a friend of mine."

"You're an author? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked astonished. He instantly remembered seeing all those books on the shelf back in the store. He felt a little bit of guilt for judging her the way he did.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to judge me until you realized what we meant to each other. I didn't want you to think I was a know-it-all or a rich snob."

"Oh, Emma, I'd never think that."

"Umm, sorry to interrupt, but...what the hell is going on?"

"LANGUAGE, Ronald. If I have to tell you one more time you'll regret it. She's never met us and we want to make a good impression."

Hermione turned to Emma and said, "Excuse him. What he meant was, how do you and Harry know each other?"

"Well it all started when..." (A/N- I really don't want to type it all again)

She told them the whole story. About their friendship. About her mother's death in the war. About she and Harry's first signs of magic. She told them about their bond and their birth dates. She told about Harry's mother being a Vittorio. Harry showed them the picture. She told them everything.

"Oh Harry, there's something else. Before my mum died I promised her I'd give you something. When we were first born it was quite obvious what our relationship would be like. Our parents bought us two rings. They were going to give them to us on our 17th birthdays. As long as we both wear these rings if we touch the ring with our index fingers and say the others name, we'll be instantly transported five feet away from the other. I wear them both around my neck." Emma unhooked a gold chain from around her neck and removed the two rings that were attached to it. She handed one of them to Harry. It was silver with an exquisite blue stone. Inscribed inside the stone was a silver E. Emma's was the same except her stone was red and had a silver H.

"Blue is my-"

"Favorite color? I know." Harry slid the ring onto his right ring finger. Perfect.

"Those are really nice. They must have cost a fortune." Hermione said lost inside Harry's ring. "Oh where have my manners gone? I'm Hermione Granger, one of Harry's four-well five now- best friends. It's wonderful to meet you Emily," Hermione said extending her hand out.

"Oh, please. Call me Emma," Emma said ignoring Hermione's hand and giving her a hug instead.

"Hello. I'm Ron Weasley. Best friend number two," Ron said extending out his hand as well.

"Nice to meet you, Ron," Emma said ignoring his hand too. She pulled him into a friendly hug. Ron had a goofy smile on his face that only Harry noticed. Harry rolled his eyes.

"And I'm Luna Lovegood. I'm Ron's girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh my goodness you poor thing. Your face is infested with Chowlicks. They're harmless, though. They're invisible, but you're showing all the symptoms. My father knew the cure for them, Merlin rest his soul. He also died in the war. Well anyway, it's so wonderful you'll be attending Hogwarts this year."

Harry mouthed to Emma "I told you."

Emma giggled. "It's so good to meet you, Luna. All of you, but Harry, where is this girlfriend of yours. Forgive me, but she was the one I was most anxious to meet."

"Who wants to meet me?"

Emma turned around to find a curious red-head eyeing her suspiciously followed by a tall round-faced boy with dark hair, hanging his head.

"Oh, hello, my name is Emma Rowlands. You must be Ginny Weasley." Emma offered Ginny a hand to shake.

Ginny ignored it and said, "Hi. Harry, who is she?"

"It's quite a long story, love. I've just met Emma here in Flourish and Blott's. She was actually my best friend when we were infants up until I was sent to live with the Dursley's."

"Infants? Isn't that a bit young to even know what a best friend is?" Ginny inquired.

"Well yes, but that's the special part. Harry and I share a very rare bond that not many people have. When we're apart, especially for so long, we each feel a certain emptiness that can only be filled by being near one another." Emma said.

"I see. I've never heard of this type of...bond. Harry, may I speak with you privately."

"Sure. I'll be back, Emma. Why don't you all take the time to get to know each other a bit more? Then we can catch up."

Ginny pulled Harry around a corner and said, "Where'd you get that ring?"

"Emma gave it to me. It's marvelous, isn't it? If I touch it with my index finger and say her name I'll be transported five feet away from her."

"WHAT? Harry, this can't be serious."

"What? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that some attractive prissy princess comes out of nowhere and feeds you these lies and you've all gone mental. I mean, Hermione even fell for it."

"What? Gin, it's true. Everything is true."

"Harry, this doesn't make any sense. She's lying to you. How do you know she isn't another gold digging groupie?"

"Don't talk about her like that. I can't believe you. Everything she says is true. It all makes perfect sense. She knows so many things about me."

"Just because she did her homework before stalking you into a store, doesn't mean that she's being honest."

"Gin, what's my favorite color?"

"What does that have to do with this?"

"Just answer the damn question. What is my favorite color?"

"I don't know. Green?"

"This isn't a guessing game. You don't know my favorite color, but she does."

"So, she took a lucky guess."

"What puts me to sleep easily? Where is my birthmark? Can you tell me the EXACT reason why I have the same eyes as my mother?"

"No, I can't."

"I know you can't, but Emma can. Explain to me how it's possible that she knows these things, but you don't. How is she lying?"

"Harry, if you love me you will kick her sorry arse to the curb."

"That's not fair."

"What do you want to be with her now? Do you have intimate feelings for her?"

"Ginny, how could you think that? I do not want her like that. You're my girlfriend. How could you say something like that?"

"I don't know. I just don't trust this, okay?"

"No it's not okay because I trust it. I trust her. We all do except you. The person I needed to like her most. You didn't even let her finish explaining this."

"I don't need her to explain it to me. I just don't like her."

"Why not?"

"I just DON'T!"

"Well that's not good enough. You'll have to accept her. Here, maybe this is explanation enough." Harry shoved the picture that Emma had given to him into Ginny's chest and walked away leaving Ginny to just stand there and look dumbfounded at the picture.

"No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow." By Alice Walker