Chapter 4: The truth
"Where's Bill?" Mrs. Weasley wondered, "He never misses dinner. Maybe, I should get him."
Harry elbowed Ron in the ribs, and shook his head frantically, making Mrs. Weasley look at him curiously. Harry squeaked, "We'll get him."
"Alright..." Mrs. Weasley was watching them closely.
The two hurried up the stairs, when they were out of hearing distance; Ron glared at Harry, rubbing his arm. "What was that for?"
"I told Emily that she should tell Bill, and she wrote him a note. I left them alone, you put two and two together."
Ron nodded, "I need to stop at my room, need to pick up something."
The two stopped at Ron's room, picking up the intended item and heading to Bill's temporary room. The door creaked open and Ron smirked, there lay Bill and Emily asleep peacefully wrapped in each other's arms. Emily was snuggled as closely as she possible could, one arm entangled in Bill's hair and the other firmly around his waist. Bill had a content smile on his face, arms wrapped protectively around Emily's waist.
"Ron...don't, you'll wake them up."
But Ron was smirking like a Cheshire cat as he raised the camera and took a picture. The flash was blinding, bringing the couple back to reality.
"The ministry!" Emily squeaked and fell off the bed, shaking, "No dementors...please anything but them..."
"Emily!" Bill cried as he gazed upon the love of his life, who was wide0eyed and frantically looking for any dementors or Aurors.
Emily's gaze fell on Ron and felt her anger boil, "RONALD WEASLEY! Do you have any idea-"
What's going..."Mrs. Weasley trailed off at the fearful look in her son's eyes, Harry looking as if he wanted to beat Ron senseless, a slightly disgruntled Bill and a fuming Emily. "Emily?"
All of Emily's anger faded away and she stared at her feet, "I'm sorry for the-"
"Oh my dearest Emily," Mrs. Weasley rambled, engulfing Emily in a hug, "How did you get out?"
"I- aren't we being watched?"
"We were when you first got out but Arthur was able to ask a few Aurors what they could do and here we are, Ministry free," she smiled at the girl. "My you look awful, what you need is a very long hot bath."
That was Mrs. Weasley, pointed out the obvious and Emily loved her for it.
"You don't know how much I've missed being here," the escapee sighed, "A bath sounds wonderful."
The two left the boys to themselves and Mrs. Weasley returned a few minutes later. She gathered up some clean clothes and left again.
"Thank you," Bill said to Harry and Ron. "Without you Harry, I never would have realized it was Em'. Ron, thanks for taking that picture, now I don't have to tell mom."
The two younger boys grinned sheepishly. Twenty minutes later, Emily returned clean and refreshed. She was wearing a pair of Bill's pants that were black and one of his shirts covered in pins.
"I see Bill liked my fashion sense," Emily giggled, resting in his embrace, "Am I right?"
"Guilty as charged," he murmured, "But it looks better on you than me."
Mrs. Weasley shook her head at the lovers, it was if they had never been apart. "Come on, you two, both of you seemed to have missed dinner."
The group tromped down the stairs, as soon as Emily reached the bottom step she was bombarded with questions.
"How did you get out?"
"How did you get here?"
"When did you get here?"
"Does anyone know?"
Emily laughed at the twins, Charlie and Ginny, hugging them each in turn before answering, "I'm an unregistered animagi, when Bill found me and Ron, Harry and Hermione were the only ones who knew until now."
The twins tackled the escapee, "We missed you!"
"I love you boys too. Hey," she glared at them, she only went up their chins, "When did you guys get so tall?"
"While you were gone," George stated simply.
The Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, and Emily sat down for dinner outside. Mr. Weasley was at the head of the table, Mrs. Weasley on his left and Bill on her left and Emily on his left. Percy was on the right of Mr. Weasley, Charlie on his right and then Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny sat next Emily, while the twins were at the other head of the table.
Mrs. Weasley was currently pestering Bill about his hair; Ron was laughing with Harry at something Charlie had done. Fred and George were tossing food aimlessly, Emily, Hermione and Ginny were joking with each other. Mr. Weasley and Percy were discussing business, it was like old times.
"Emily dear, don't you think that Bill should cut his hair?" Mrs. Weasley inquired running a hand through Bill's hair.
"No, I love his hair that way," Emily laughed and Bill beamed at her.
"Oi, Em', when did you become an animagi?" Charlie piped in and the table fell silent.
"In my fourth year, how else do you think I got around the school," Emily stated as if it was no big deal.
Fred and George looked at her eagerly, "Can you teach us?"
"McGonagall can," she smirked, "If you do good on your exams this year, both theory and practical, you could learn."
Fred pouted, "But that means we'll have to study..."
"You'll have to study either way."
"Hey Emily?"
All eyes turned to Harry.
"Did you let anyone know you were an animagi?"
"Yes," she admitted sheepishly, "It was an accident though. I ran into McGonagall when she was a cat and I had a lot of explaining to do. So, only Dumbledore and McGonagall know, and they were nice not to tell the Ministry." Emily sighed, "I should visit the old coot, perhaps during the year."
"Don't get any ideas, Em'," Bill chuckled, "We all know what happens when you do. Well, except Harry and Hermione."
"I think Harry is getting well acquainted with my way of thinking."
"Yes...it's dangerous," Harry shook his head and everyone laughed.
Sorry, I haven't updated in awhile...::sweatdrop:: School is really annoying. This chapter doesn't really have much to do with what happens later on but it has a few things. Anyway... would really appreciate reviews.
