Disclaimer: Everything but Emmie belongs to JK Rowling

Chapter 4, yay! Some good stuff in here people!

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Chapter Four

The next morning, Emmie's family owl arrived during owl post. She looked confused as she opened it. Her eyes widened as she read the parchment before they filled with tears and she bolted out of the great hall. Angelina, Fred, and George looked at each other before the chaser grabbed the letter.

Emmie,

I was able to get your test scores early. This is the last you will hear of me as you got two E's and an A on your tests. I don't care where you go but you must leave. I am ashamed to call you my daughter and am shocked that someone of my blood did so poorly. That is not acceptable. The only thing you are allowed is your trust vault.

-Mother

"I'll go owl mum. She might take in Emmie." George said after reading the letter. He quickly left.

"I'll go find Emmie." Fred looked pained.

"Check the library." Angelina said quietly and he nodded.

Angelina was right, Emmie was in the farthest corner of the library, softly crying. Fred sighed and sat in the chair next to her. His usually joyful face was very serious as he stayed quiet, waiting for her to talk. After a few minutes, she finally spoke.

"Where am I supposed to live now?" Her voice was barely audible.

"George is owling our mum right now. She'll probably take you in." Emmie looked over and he frowned at her bloodshot eyes. "It's going to be fine."

She looked away and he sighed before gently putting an arm around her. She froze for a second before leaning into the embrace. She closed her eyes and they just stayed like that for a few hours. George found them.

"Mum says you can stay with us." He was secretly pleased by the sight of Fred holding Emmie.

"Thanks George." She whispered and he nodded.

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"You must be Emmie. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Weasley."

Emmie was shocked when the friendly woman suddenly hugged her. She liked the feel of it. It felt motherly and warm. Her mother never gave her those although her dad used to give her warm hugs before he died. The emotions must have shown on her face because when Molly pulled back, she frowned.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Oh, yeah, I was just thinking of someone." She put on a smile, not aware of Fred and George watching as they waited for Percy, Ron, and Ginny. "It's nothing."

The twins frowned but before they could say anything, Percy, Ginny, and Ron appeared. Molly led them to the floo fireplace for the platform and told Emmie what place she was going. So when it was her turn, she threw the floo powder and clearly stated, 'The Burrow'. She stumbled out and collapsed into someone, both falling. She looked down and blushed, seeing Fred's blue eyes. She quickly scrambled up and he followed with a blush of his own.

"Sorry." Emmie murmured and he shrugged.

"It's fine." He sounded just as embarrassed.

"Okay Emmie, let me show you where your room is. It's Bills old room." Molly said and Emmie nodded as the matriarch of the Weasleys levitated her trunk and led her up the stairs.

Once she was settled, Molly left Emmie alone. Emmie dug through her trunk and pulled out a worn muggle picture of her father. She knew that if he was still alive, she would be home. As she stared at his smiling face, a few tears fell down her cheeks.

Fred looked at George as their mum came down and George motioned with his head that Fred should go up there. Fred looked conflicted until George pushed him in the direction of the stairs. Fred sighed and trooped up the stairs and to the shut door. He hesitantly knocked.

"Emmie?" It was silent for a second.

"Come in." She spoke softly and Fred entered. She was looking at an old picture with a smile. She looked up and set it down.

"Um, are you okay?"

She snorted. "You don't have to try and comfort me. I'll be fine, I just need…" She trailed off and looked back at the picture. Fred sat next to her on the bed.

"What's the picture?" He asked and she smiled.

"My dad. He died two years ago in a death eater attack." She smiled sadly at Fred. "I would probably be home if he was still alive."

"I'm sorry Emmie."

The aforementioned girl sighed. "Don't worry." It was quiet for a minute and she grinned. "So, do you ever play pranks here?"

"What have we done to you?" Fred pretended to swoon. "Pranking during summer? That's just madness!"

"Shut it, you." Emmie rolled her eyes. "Now, do you?"

"Well we may have a box full of prank books and blue prints but it's usually for our eyes only. You've proven yourself worthy though, so you can see."

"Well let's do this!"

"What are you doing out here?" Emmie looked up to see Fred standing with a curious expression. She looked back down at her notebook. She had been sketching the night sky as she had always lived in the city and never saw so many stars.

"Sketching."

"You can draw?" He asked in amazement.

"There's a lot of stuff you don't know about me Fred." Her voice was mysterious. He plopped down next to her.

"Like what?"

"Ah, that would take the fun out of finding out."

"Hmmm." He tapped his chin before grinning. Emmie started squealing in laughter as he tickled her. Tears were streaming down her face as she wiggled around.

"S-stop!" She gasped out as she kept laughing. "F-Fred!"

He took pity on her and stopped but kept grinning.

"Well, now I know you're ticklish." He said and she smacked his arm.

"Prat." She said, her eyes sparkling. She looked up at the stars. "I've lived in a city all my life. It's nice to see the stars without mistaking them as lights."

"Have you ever seen them on a broom?"

"I don't like flying brooms. I'm always afraid I'll fall or crash." Emmie sounded embarrassed but Fred rolled his eyes and stood, pulling her up with him.

"Well, you can fly with me then." He pulled her by the hand to the broom shed and she blushed.

Fred grabbed a broom and stood over it. He gestured for her to follow and she cautiously stepped over it making him chuckle. She squealed as they were suddenly airborne and she quickly grabbed onto him. He flew in lazy figure eights and soon she felt comfortable on the broom. He started going higher and she laughed.

"This is amazing!" She breathed.

"Isn't it?" He said. "You want to go faster?"

"No, I don't think-" She cut off with another squeal as he suddenly sped up. She buried her face in the back of his shirt as he went back and forth very fast. He slowed as he started to land and soon their feet were on the ground.

"Emmie, we're on the ground now." Fred's voice was laced with amusement and she looked around with a sigh of relief before getting angry.

"What is wrong with you?!" She said as she got off the broom. "I said don't go faster!"

She started walking off but he grabbed her hand and spun her around. Her face was a mix of shock and anger as she faced him but before she could say anything, his lips were on hers. She instantly kissed him back. Her arms were limp against his chest as the kiss gained some fire in it and he was soon ravishing her mouth. He didn't want to end the kiss but his lungs had run out of air so he pulled back. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him but he could see something in the gray color. She wanted more. So he gently pushed her against the nearby tree and captured her lips once more. They both sunk to the grass, kissing passionately on the cool ground. Their breaths were coming out in shallow pants as their mouths moved together.

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Yay! Fred and Emmie are together. I feel bad doing that to Emmie but I needed to be done. Read and Review!