Uncle Vernon was thrilled when he knew that magic wasn't allowed outside of school. He had decided to lock Harry and Emma in their rooms—with bars in their window—for probably, all eternity.

Emma scanned the Muggle book that she was reading underneath her covers with a flashlight, not wanting to wake her brother. He hadn't been sleeping that well. She heard a soft sound much like something was flying. She thought she was imagining it. It must be Hedwigshe told herself.

When it continued, she poked her head out and was surprised to find Hedwig's glowing eyes staring into hers.

Frowning, she listened carefully and followed the noise towards her window. Suddenly something pulled up beside her window, making her jump back; the whirring sound was louder than ever but not loud enough to wake the Dursleys.

Emma stared at three redheads in a car—flying car.

"Well, who might I'm seeing here?" One of the identical redheads asked her.

"Are you perhaps Harry's little girlfriend?" asked the other.

"Emma, what's going on?" Emma turned her head slightly to see Harry was awake and was sitting up in bed, putting on his glasses as he stared at her.

Emma jumped to him and fixed her eyes at the redheads and Harry was out of bed and beside the window in a second.

"Ron! Fred! George! What are you all doing here?" Harry asked, astounded.

"Rescuing you, of course," Ron said it like it was obvious. "But who is she?"

"Ron, it's not the time to ask it." Said Harry.

"Right. Now, come on. Get your trunk!"

Harry glanced at Emma who was pulling something out of her hair.

Both Potters stood back as the Weasleys pulled the bars from their bedroom window and the Weasley Twins' climbed in. They took the hair clip from Emma ﴾who had come up with the idea to pick the lock﴿ and crept down the stairs to get Harry's trunks full of books and broomsticks while Harry and Emma rushed around the room, packing.

As they had everything packed into the car, George held out his hand and helped Emma into the car and as Harry inched his way out of the window, a loud screech sounded behind him.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!" Uncle Vernon's furious voice echoed around the house.

"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry gasped. Harry tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on. Hedwig had woken the Dursleys. Harry snatched up Hedwig's cage, dashed o the window and passed it out to Ron. He was scrambling into the chest of drawers when Uncle Vernon hammered on the unlocked door and it crashed open.

For a split second, Uncle Vernon stood, framed in the doorway, then he let out a bellow like an angry bull and dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle as he shouted, "PETUNIA! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"

Ron, Emma, Fred and George seized Harry's arms and pulled as hard as they could. The Weasleys and Emma gave one more gigantic tug and Harry's leg slid out of Uncle Vernon's grasp‐‐Harry was in the car‐‐he slammed the door shut‐‐

"Put your foot down, Fred!" Yelled Ron and the car shot suddenly toward the moon.

"See you next summer!" Harry yelled.

The Weasleys roared with laughter while Emma was picking at the lock on Hedwig's cage with her hair clip. Soon Hedwig was flying out beside the car, obviously happy to be able to stretch her wings.

"By the way," Both Harry and Emma looked at Ron. "Harry, Happy late Birthday!"

"Thanks, Ron." Harry said smiling.

"Now, would you mind introduced your pretty little girlfriend to us?" Said the twins.

"Well, she's not exactly my girlfriend. She's my little sister, Emma, Emma Potter." Answered him.

"Blimey, really? You are Emma Potter?" Said one of the twins that received a nod from Emma.

"Oh, right. I'm George and this is Fred."

"I can introduce myself George—"

"Well, you can't now."

"I'm Ron." Ignoring the twin dispute, Ron give his hand to shake Emma's that she accepted without saying anything. Ron's smile falters a bit because Emma didn't say anything.

"Sorry Ron, she's not much of a talker. I'm the only one that she ever talks with." Harry intervene their interaction to save his sister.

"Really? Sounds like a task to us, right George?"

"Right, Fred."

"Emma do you also have the scar?" asked Ron.

Emma shook her head and moved out her fringe to show Ron her forehead.

"That's weird; they said the Potter siblings have the same scar." Ron's statement earned him a sad looks from Emma that makes Harry wonder.

"It's nothing to worry about, Emma." cut Harry.


When they reached The Weasley home, Fred and George instructed for Harry and Emma to follow Ron in through the window.

"Come on," Fred whispered as he led the way through the clustered kitchen. It was absolutely amazing. Everything seemed to be controlled by magic.

"It's not much, but it's home," Ron's ears were pink as Harry and Emma stared around the room.

"I think its brilliant," Harry and smiling at Ron.

"Where have you been?" The five jumped as Mrs. Weasleys appeared in the kitchen, standing in front of them with her hands on her hips.

"Ah," said Fred.

"Oh, dear," said George.

"So," she said.

" 'Morning, Mum," said George, in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice.

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

"Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to —"

All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of mymind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I've lived —you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like thisfrom Bill or Charlie or Percy —"

"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.

"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —"

"They were starving them, Mum," Ron protested. "There were bars in their window!"

"Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!" Ron's eyes widened and he gulped as his mother shook her pointer finger angrily at him.

It seemed to go on for hours. Mrs. Weasley had shouted herself hoarse before she turned on Harry and Emma, who backed away.

"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she said. "And who might this be?" Asked her, eyeing Emma.

"My sister Mrs. Weasley, Emma Potter." Said Harry.

"Oh, pleased to see you dear." She said as she clasped Emma's shaking hand. "Come in and have some breakfast."

She turned and walked back into the house and Harry, after a nervous glance at Ron, who nodded encouragingly, followed her.

The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Harry sat down on the edge of his seat with Emma at his side, looking around. They had never been in a wizard house before.

Mrs. Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Every now and then she muttered things like "don't know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it."

"I don't blame you, dear," she assured Harry and Emma, tipping eight or nine sausages onto their plate.

She returned to tend to the eggs as a small figure with bright red hair came rushing into the kitchen, attracting attention to everyone in the room.

"Mummy," Ginny said breathlessly. "Have you seen my jumper?"

"Yes dear. It was on the cat," Mrs. Weasley replied. Ginny moved her gaze from her mother to Harry and Emma who were watching her carefully.

"Hello." Harry smiled at her while Emma waved. Ginny's eyes grew wide then turned and ran off, up the stairs and out of sight.

"W‐what did we do?" Harry asked, confused, to the rest of the Weasleys.

"Ginny," Ron said, exasperated. "She's been talking about you all summer." Ron's gaze hardened as if he was thinking of what he had just said. "A bit annoying really."

"Morning, Weasleys," Harry and Emma looked up to see a redheaded man enter in a heavy jacket on. He kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek before sitting down at the head of the table.

"Morning, Dad," Fred, George and Ron said as they began to eat.

"What a night!" Mr. Weasley said. "Nine raids, nine!"

"Raids?" Harry whispered to Ron.

"Dad works at the Ministry of Magic," Ron explained. "He works in the Misuse of Muggles Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating."

"Right then, ahh!" He finally spotted Harry and Emma. "And who are you two?"

"Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter and this is my sister Emma."

"Good Lord! Are you really?" Mr. Weasley asked in amazement that the famous Potter siblings were sitting in his kitchen.

Emma nodded.

"Well, Ron's told us all about you, Harry. Emma will be attending this year right?" Emma nodded shyly.

"When did they get here?"

Mrs. Weasley turned around to face her husband and said, "This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night."

Emma expected Mr. Weasley to be furious but to her surprise, he leaned forward and said, "Did you really? How'd it go?" He spoke in an eager tone then looked sheepishly at his wife who slapped him in the shoulder with a dishtowel and quickly cleared his throat and said, "I mean...that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you." Emma smirked and turned back to her breakfast.

"Now, Harry, Emma, you two must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"

Harry and Emma shared a glance and Harry said, "Oh...ummm..." He looked at Emma for support but they were saved from responding as a loud thud sounded at the window just as Percy came into the room.

"Well, that'll be Errol with the post. Fetch it will you Percy, please?"

"Errol," Percy said as Errol fluttered onto his arm and he began to untie the letters on his leg.

"He's always doing that," Ron said before he shoved a bit of egg into his mouth.

"Oh look, its our Hogwarts letters," Percy announced as he took his seat at the other side of the table, across from his father. "And they've sent us Harry's and Emma's as well," He passed Ron Harry and Emma's to give to them.

"Dumbledore must know you two're here, Harry, Emma. Doesn't miss a trick, that man," Mr. Weasley commented.

Emma opened hers and was scanning the list. She noticed that most of the book were the same as Harry's book from first year—which she feeling grateful because she don't have to buy that again and some written by Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This lot won't come cheap, Mum," said Fred. He had finished reading his letter. "The spell books alone are quite expensive."

"We'll manage," Mrs. Weasley answered though Emma didn't miss the look of worry she shot to her husband.

"There's only one place to get this. Diagon Alley."


Emma had been assigned to bunk with Ginny in her room, Ginny that saw her coming talking non-stop about her brother. But she's a bit disappointed that Emma wouldn't talk to her and she went out.

Emma feeling restless in Ginny room decided to wander around the house. She carefully made her step so that she won't crash at another people—but it's pointless as she bumped Percy and fell.

"Are you alright?" Percy said as he offered Emma his hand. Emma took it and a flash of memory—black and white entered her mind. In that second, she regretted that she take Percy's hand.

She saw Percy and a girl kissing—or more like snogging as teenager at Privet Drive said.

"Emma?" Percy wave a hand in front of Emma that snapped her from her reverie, she nodded at Percy and dash away.

Not far from there, she stumbled upon a door that had many noisy sounds. Her curiosity got the best of her and she tried to listen, but the moment her ear touch the door the noise is gone. A second later, the door was being pulled open and makes her jump in fright.

"Oh, Emma? Come on in." Said the twin that she identified as Fred, she walk in slowly and Fred closed the door again.

"So, what can we do for you?" George asked her but she remained silent.

"You know, you're being rude here." Said Fred making her look at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah, you're snooping around our room, disrupting our project and when we let you in you didn't speak at all." George statement was the last blow to her heart.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to disturb you. I'm just—I'm just…" Emma let out her soft voice to them and it looked like she was in the verge of crying. The twin were stunned when they hear her sweet little voice, but recovered quickly as they look at her face.

"Hey, hey, don't cry." Said Fred.

"We didn't mean to hurt you…" Said George while he patting her head.

"Yeah, we just mean it as a joke to make you talking." Said Fred that instantly makes Emma stop shaking and look at the twin with her teary eyes.

It stunned them again, those bright green wide eyes. "Princess…" They said in unison.

"What?" Said Emma confused.

"From now on…" said Fred.

"…Princess will be…" said George.

"Your new nickname." They said in unison.