Emma had a wonderful time at the Weasley's. She'd become great friends with Ginny, Ron, and the twins (who, by the way, actually had stolen Percy's badge. It now read Preciously Perfect Prefect Percy the Prat. It'd been a week and Percy was still trying to fix it). Ginny and Emma snuck into the shed on occasion and rode the brooms that were kept there. Emma was a little wobbly at first, but she got the hang of it after a while. Emma thought that Mrs. Weasley was wonderful. She was a kind. Mr. Weasley was a little odd, what with his fascination with muggles, but an interesting man, nonetheless. He was rather endearing and always had something on his mind.

"I can't stand this! I'm going to be all alone!" Ginny complained as they prepared to leave for Kings Cross.

"Complaining won't make you another year older, Ginny" Mrs. Weasly laughed. "Remember, patience is a virtue." Everybody followed Mrs. Weasley to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. "Everybody ready? Alright, Percy you go first"

Under their breaths, Fred and George began speedily muttering "Precious perfect prefect percy the prat"

Emma watched with interest as Percy lined his cart with the barrier, and ran at it. She fliched and expected him to crash, but he simply vanished. "Fred, you go next."

"I'm not Fred! I'm George" Fred scoffed. "And you call yourself our mother"

"Sorry George" Mrs. Weasley waved him forward. Fred readied his cart and grinned.

"I'm just joking I really am Fred." He took off towards the barrier before Mrs. Weasley could relatliate, and George followed right behind him.

"Excuse me?" A polite voice sounded from behind them, and Emma turned to see Harry. "Oh! Hi Emma. I didn't recognize you from behind."

Emma smiled at Harry, but she didn't get the chance to introduce him because Mrs. Weasley was already telling him how to go on the platform. She let him go before Ron and her. Emma followed Harry through the barrier newt and they went to find a compartment. The twins helped both of them with their luggage and got them into once of the last few compartments.

Fred glanced up at Harry's scar and his eyes widened. "Blimey...your not...are you..?"

George followed Fred's gaze and stared and Harry's scar. "You're him?!"

"I'm who?" Harry was confused and not quite following them.

"Harry Potter" the twins said simultaneously.

"Oh him, I mean, yeah."

The twins stared at him and Emma noticed his face turned a little red. She could feel the emotions inside him and noticed that he was relieved when Mrs. Weasley called the twins.

Emma and Harry settled into their compartment, while hearing the weasley's outside. Mrs. Weasley was saying goodbye to her children. Ginny sounded rather excited when the twins mentioned that they'd met Harry Potter on the train. I wonder what'd she'd think if she realized that I'm his sister, Emma thought.

Harry sat across from Emma and smiled nervously. "Are you excited?"

Emma nodded, grinning. "Yes. Ive practically lived at Hogwarts for most of my life, but now I'm going as a student. I've been waiting for this for years."

Harry nodded. "I've thought of nothing else all summer long. I know how you feel, sort of. But I guess I know how you feel too."

Emma knew what he meant. "It's strange. We're not exactly hearing each others thoughts, but we know what the other is feeling. I wonder if we really concetrate maybe we could communicate in our heads?"

Like this? Emma could feel a soft whisper enter her mind that faintly reminded her of Harry's voice.

Emma nodded. Like that.

Harry grinned. It's strange, but it feels almost second nature. Like I'm thinking thoughts to myself.

Yes. It does feel very natural, but we do need to conciously send the thoughts. I can't just read your mind on a whim. Well, perhaps I could on account of my being a moon child, but I wouldn't do that.

Thanks. What can you do?

I can do lot's of things that most wizards can do with a wand, but I don't need a wand. I simply use my mind, but throwing in some hand gestures makes my magic stronger.

What kinds of hand gestures?

Oh, just general ones. finger-pointing and hand-waving. Some things that are harder require special hand gestures, but my moon tutor hasn't taught me them yet.

Won't people notice that your wand is different than most?

Emma drew out her wand and slid her hands over the beautiful crystal surface. She stared at it hard and then, like lightning, she slashed it through the air. When she stopped, it appeared wooden.

That was when Ron entered the compartment.