Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning happier than I had been all summer. I was finally free from the Dursleys and I could do pretty much whatever I wanted for the rest of the week (however, Fudge did say I wasn't allowed to roam around in the Muggle world - I had to stay in the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley).

I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and went to Gringotts with Harry first thing the next morning because we thought that it would be a good idea to get all of our school supplies while the streets weren't packed with people.

"I'm going to the Quidditch store, okay?" Harry said as he slowly drifted off into that direction after we had picked up our supplies.

"I'm just going to look around," I said. "See you later!"

I walked on ahead and saw all of the different shops that I never really got the chance to look in during my usual visits here. In fact, I normally just found what I was looking for and left.

To my right, I saw Gambol & Japes, the joke shop. My first thought went to Fred and George as I stood in front if the shop. This was their heaven...they loved it here.

I walked into the shop and saw No-Heat Fireworks and all kinds of other things that I had seen Fred and George use on people in previous years. I had started to see less of these when they started making joke products of their own.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell.

I turned and saw none other than the Weasley twins standing towards the back of the store. Fred was talking to who I assumed to be the manager and George was smiling over at me.

"Hey!" I smiled and walked over to them.

When I got over there he threw his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. I started laughing and hugged him back. I could help but noticed that he smelled really good...

"What are you doing in here?" I asked him, his arms still around me. "I thought you made your own joke products now."

"We do," he said. "We were asking some things about owning your own joke shop."

I started to say something, but Fred spoke up; the manager had gone back into his office for a minute.

"Aren't you two just adorable," he laughed.

George, realizing the he still had his arms around me, backed up quickly and started blushing.

"Shut up Fred," George said and poked him in his side.

Fred laughed and gave me a quick hug before I asked them a question.

"Are you two really going to open up your own joke shop?" I asked them.

"We're considering it," Fred smiled.

"That's brilliant! Where are you going to make it?" I asked.

"We were thinking either in Hogsmeade or here in Diagon Alley," George said.

We talked for a while about everything they were planning on doing. They told me that they would have to come up with a lot more products in order to actually fill up the store.

"We're going to have to test them out on people too," Fred said. "That's what we want to do at Hogwarts after we've come up with enough."

"Did you test out those ones I gave you for your birthday?" George asked while rubbing his hands together.

"Yeah, except I didn't use them on Dudley," I said. "I used one on my Aunt Marge-"

"The one that says you're the spawn of Satan?" George asked.

"That's the one!" I laughed. "She broke out into all of these pimples - said that she must have been allergic to something."

"How long did it take to go away?" George smiled deviously.

"A few days," I said. "They were disgusting!"

"Excellent!" Fred and George said together.

We kept talking as we left the shop and went to sit down at a table that was nearby.

"Hey Emily!" someone said.

Fred and George stopped talking and looked up to see who it was. Neville was standing there with his gran close by him; she was talking to another older lady.

"Hey Neville!" I smiled.

I couldn't help but notice that a certain red-headed twin was giving Neville a stare down.

"Why are you here so early?" he said. "Normally people wait a while to get their stuff."

"Oh, I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and I were having some...problems with the Dursleys."

"Problems?" he asked.

"Yeah, we-"

"Why hello there!" Gran cut in. "Emily Potter, nice to see you! Neville here was just telling me about some prank you pulled on a teacher of yours."

"Oh, that was mostly these two that came up with that idea," I said as I put my arms around them both.

"It's not very lady like of you Miss Potter," Mrs. Longbottom said. "And apparently these two boys are a terrible influence on you."

Neville suddenly looked mortified, but Fred and George almost seemed proud about what she has said. Mrs. Longbottom gave me a stern look and then started to walk away.

"Ignore her..." Neville muttered. "She's insane..."

"Come one Neville!" Mrs. Longbottom called.

"See you later, Neville," I smiled at him.

He waved at all of us as he walked off to his grandmother. I suddenly started to wonder what had happened to his parents. I'd never actually heard him mention them before and I already knew that his grandmother was the one that took care of him.

"We're bad influences," Fred said.

"I'm so proud!" George said while waving his hand dramatically.

"I never thought we would see the day!" Fred said.

Days flew by during our stay at the Leaky Cauldron. Harry had shown me the newest broomstick, the Firebolt, something I had to pretend to be interested in as Harry went on and on about it. Quidditch wasn't a bad sport, but it didn't interest me as much as it did Harry. I tried to be supportive.

That afternoon I stopped by Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour and bought some ice cream. Harry told me that they had the best ice cream in the world, so I figured I might try it. He would have come with me, but he said that he wanted to look at the Firebolt one that time.

I sat on one of the benches and watched all of the people go by. It was the last day of the holidays, so a lot of people were there picking up some last day items.

"What are you doing here Potter?" I heard a familiar sneer.

Beside me stood Draco Malfoy with his usually I'm-better-than-everyone-else expression on his face. The only thing that seemed to have changed about him was his height.

"It's Diagon Alley..." I said. "A lot of people are here in case you didn't notice."

"Don't get smart with me," he said. "I thought you were going to be expelled for blowing up your aunt."

"How did you know about that?" I asked him.

Draco sat down next to me and threw his arm around my shoulders and smirked.

"You see," he said. "My father's in the Ministry, so I always know things."

I shrugged his arm off and rolled my eyes.

"Aren't you just special," I muttered. "If your father knows so much, then be should have hears that I wasn't expelled."

"Why not?" Draco asked. "You should have been."

"Apparently the Minister just loves me that much," I said sarcastically.

"A girl with power..." he smirked. "How attractive."

"What are you playing at Malfoy?" I said.

"Nothing at all, my dear," he smirked.

"I'm so confused..." I muttered.

I walked off and just looked through the windows of all the shops, seeing several familiar faces. Then I saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione walking through the street. Hermione was holding a cat in her hands.

"Emily!" Hermione smiles when she saw me.

"Hey!" I smiled. "You bought a cat?"

"An evil cat," Ron said. "The thing keeps attacking Scabbers..."

"It's a rat, Ronald," Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's in Crookshanks nature to attack it."

Harry rolled his eyes as they continued to fight.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I went to go get some ice cream."

"Isn't it great?"

"It was excellent," I smiled. "Except when Draco came over."

"Malfoy is here?" Harry groaned.

"Yeah and I think he was trying to hit on me," I said with disgust.

"What?" Harry said, his jaw dropping.

Hermione and Ron stopped fighting when they heard what I said.

"You're kidding, right?" Ron asked.

"I wish," I mumbled.

Thanks for reading! I hope that you liked it! PLEASE REVIEW!