"My memories?!" Emilie exclaims, looking into the swirling pensieve.

"Indeed, it seems your school and magical memories are under a blocking spell cast by a very powerful witch, if we are to see them we will need to remove them from your mind." Professor McGonagall says calmly, wand at the ready.

After a moment's pause, Emilie looks up at her headmistress and puts on a brave face. McGonagall slowly reaches through her memories and picks out the magical and perhaps most important ones from her school life.

They both watch as the silvery mist is dropped into the pensieve and Emilie leans in and watches her own story unfold.

Emilie appears in a living room, it takes her a while to realise that it's her own. All the photos are the same, although some things are different. The house is older; the new technology hasn't been introduced yet.

"Mum when's dinner ready?" A bouncing blonde haired child appears from the stairs and runs into the kitchen. Emilie follows and finds her mother setting out two plates and an eleven year old Emilie sit herself at the table.

Before the pair begins to eat, a loud knock is heard and seventeen year old Emilie follows her mother to the door. Her mother looking younger, even more beautiful than the pictures she remembers. Professor McGonagall is standing in the doorway exchanging very awkward greetings with her mother, not dressed in her usual attire but in a more muggle style. She wears a common teacher like dress and her hair up in a strict bun.

"Miss Emilie Jones lives here?" She asks politely, even knowing that she's right.

"Yes she's my daughter, can I help you?" Her mother questions,

"May I come in, this is quite the explanation." Both women enter the living room and have a seat while eleven year old Emilie appears at the door.

"I come from a boarding school in Scotland, we have found Emilie to be quite suitable for it and it shall benefit her for the rest of her life. However you will have to listen very carefully and take everything into account." McGonagall starts, her mother hanging on to every word and nods.

"Your daughter has a gift, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary happening around her? Well anyway she is what we call Muggle-born; the parent's haven't got the same gift and are Muggles. Your daughter is a witch. Not in a bad evil way of course! She has the gift of magical abilities. Our school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will help her harness, control and learn more about her magic. I will find someone escort you to Diagon Alley tomorrow, that is what you Muggles call a shopping centre but for magical folk. She will purchase her wand, school uniform and essentials there. "Professor McGonagall explains, young Emilie stands in utter shock beside her mother who is exactly the same.

"Are you for real lady? Telling me magic is real!" Her mother gets up to her feet angrily and almost frightened. Professor McGonagall also stands up and brings out her wand from her handbag and transfigures the grandfather clock in the corner into a pocket watch. She puts it back into its place before the big finale of changing into her Animagus self and back.

"Emilie, she will be able to do all that?" Her mother stands in shock, pointing at the clock her hands trembling. Professor McGonagall nods before the scene changes.

"Ravenclaw!" The sorting hat shouts out and eleven year old Emilie hops off the stool and passes Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger on her way to the long ravenclaw table. Before shortly being joined by a girl with hair as yellow as the sun and a dreamy look on her face.

On her way walking to her charms class alone, she trips on a wire and gets blasted with goo that with every spell she has memorised in Standard book of spells grade 1, none of them remove the goo.

Two redheaded twins burst out laughing from behind a statue of armour, she scowls at the boys and gets to her feet yet slipping and falling back down again.

"Alright Forge, we've had our fun. Let's help the ickle firstie before Prefect Percy appears and gives us detention for a month." One of the boys say,

"Really Gred, I was having fun there, she even slipped back down again." The other says as both boys walk towards her and wave their wands and the goo vanishes. The one that said something first helps her to her feet and the other tells her to be on her way.

Seventeen year old Emilie watches as the young version of herself leaves with her cheeks blushing, and hurrying to class.

The young girl looks older now, perhaps in her third year. It's winter and she looks freezing.

"Of course Luna leaves while I'm finishing my potions essay, I told her it was going to take five minutes!" She mutters angrily to herself, walking alone in the snow towards Hogsmade.

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness." A voice says from behind her, she turns to find the terrible twins grinning from ear to ear. Both dressed in warm knitted clothes complete with bobble beanies. Older Emilie looks at her younger self, a pair of dark jeans, winter boots, a ravenclaw hoodie with a waterproof coat over it and a black plain beanie.

"Oh sod off you two, I don't need to be entering the Hogs Head drenched in irreversible goo." She snarls before continuing to walk as it starts to snow.

"Oi! That was one time!" She turns to find fred was it? Or George shouting as they headed back towards the castle whispering between themselves.

It's her fifth year and with her muggle mother in hiding with her mysterious aunt somewhere in Kent, she joins Dumbledore's Army.

Not much older Emilie watches as her teen self produces her very first patronus, she begins to cry happy tears as she sees a white-ish blue baby panda trod around her in circles. Of course it was a panda, older Emilie rolls her eyes yet smiles but that's another story.

The room returns the headmistresses office and Emilie finds herself wiping away her tears quickly before Professor McGonagall sees, however the woman just smiles, a bit teary eyed herself and puts a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.

"How come no one remembers me?" Emilie asks, confused as she saw her interactions with the twins and Luna Lovegood.

"Part of the spell, however other people wouldn't have it that strong as you had so a simple antidote should unblock their memories. I'll send a bottle to you when I finish, it should take a few hours so at least the Weasley's will remember you." Professor McGonagall explains, taking the silver mist back from the pensieve and putting it into a vial. She hands the memories to the girl.

"Thank you Professor, I'll write to you about what they think when they do, goodbye now." Emilie says before waving at the woman standing at the bookshelf and apparating back to the Weasleys

"Wait, so we all know you more than we think? Like someone wants you to be forgotten?" Ginny asks. The Weasley's including Harry and Hermione gather in the living room as Emilie explains what was going on.

"Yes and as soon as we get the antidote for all of you, you all can remember me." Emilie confirms, checking the clock. It had taken about half an hour to explain properly, it now being half six. She thinks around nine the antidote should be here.

"Well that sounds good then, perhaps it'll come after dinner. Speaking of we better get started. The boys didn't really agree on waiting for you." Mrs Weasley eyes the twins and Ron, before bustling off to the kitchen and setting out the dinner. Emilie figured she had already it cooked and was keeping it warm for them.

The dinner was more interesting than the previous night and Emilie felt less uncomfortable with the family as Mr Weasley asked about Muggle objects and Ginny and Hermione spoke about who and why something like this would have happened.

The boys and Ginny left after dinner to go out and play Quidditch while Emilie joked about not remembering how to fly never-mind play, she'd rather stay inside and read some of the family's school books with Hermione.

When the game had ended and all children were inside drinking another cup of hot chocolate, a huge tawny owl appeared with a package and dropped it carefully on Emilie's lap. She figured out how payment worked and gave the owl one of Pigwidgeon's owl treats and 6 little bronze knuts in its bag before it flew off again.

The family eagerly waited for the potion to be passed around. Ginny took it first, then Hermione, Ron, Harry then George and Fred. All seemed to have the same expression 'Oh!' as their minds flashed back through memories with Emilie.

Ginny was saying something about Emilie tutoring her for her Transfiguration, Hermione was remembering working on a potion together in their first year and it being top of class. Harry and Ron remembered Emilie's first flying lesson and watched as she came second in her lesson. George was feeling very smug remembering the irreversible goo incident.

However one person had an expression unlike the others, Fred sat his face almost as his hair and looking at the floor.

Once in bed, the girls sat up for a long time telling Emilie the memories she hadn't seen like her Yule Ball outfit and her going with Luna, her spats with Malfoy and even getting into trouble with Flich.

In the other room, lay Fred and George in their beds, after discussing when to go back to the shop they lay in silence.

"So Freddie what did you remember about our newest and interesting guest." Smirked George who knew exactly what his twin had remembered.

"Angeline wasn't my first choice for the Yule Ball, was she?" Fred whispered into the darkness as his twin sat up and looked over at him.

"Oh goodness no, you had your eye on someone else for quite some time before you chickened out." His twin said in such an evil playful way.


Yay! Turns our Fred had a crush on Emilie for quite some time ;) What will he do, face up to his feelings or tread lightly?

reviews are much appreciated, thank you xo Dev