Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


A/N: Wow another chapter already? I'm good! I wrote it in like 15 minutes! I probably should wait to post this and keep it to myself for a while cause I haven't written the next chapter yet, but it seems to be flowing pretty well! Thanks reviewers- lots in the last day- 4 I think. That's quite impressive. One point though- I'm a dudette. Just for future reference.

I doubt you have FORGOTTEN what went on before but I'll write anyway just to keep up with the program. Emily had her FIRST memory! YAY! But what was the memory? Read on and you can live it too! And then maybe you'll review with ideas?

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

She felt herself curl up tighter as she protected her grazed knee. Her eyes were scrunched up tight as she rocked on the hard gravel, her skirt caught up under herself.

"Sweetheart. It's okay, Mummy's here. I've got you."

She felt a large, warm hand settle on her shoulder. As the soft, reassuring fingers curled around her back she felt her body relax and then contract in large sobs. Opening her eyes she saw a vision. An angel. She may not have been the most beautiful woman in the world, but the love radiating from her face as she looked down upon her made her feel like there was no where else in the world that she could ever feel this loved or happy.

"It's okay. You're safe with me."

She was lifted up from the ground and felt strong arms encircle her and the woman in whose arms she lay. She opened her eyes and saw a man. He was strong and his face also shone out love. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world. He slowly rubbed her back, reassuring her of his presence as she closed her eyes and laid her head down onto a shoulder.

"We're here baby. We'll always be here."

"Emily, are you okay?" George exclaimed as Emily slipped from his arms and fell onto the ground.

"Emily?" George asked again as he got down onto his knees to look her in the face.

He took hold of her arms to stop her rocking motion and she opened her eyes. They were wide and full of tears. Her face was soaked already, but many more were ready to fall.

"I saw them George!"

"Saw who?" He asked, very confused.

"My parents!"

"Your PARENTS?"

"They were holding me. They were comforting me. He said he'd always be there for me." She sobbed.

"I'm sure he always wanted to me Emily."

She looked at him, her eyes full of doubt. George wiped the tears from her cheek and placed his hand on her shoulder. She was shaking.

"Come on. Let's get you inside. Maybe I can make you a cup of tea. It'll help with the shock."

He helped her to her feet and rummaged through her bag and found a key. After letting them both inside her flat he helped her to the sofa and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

When he returned to the living room Emily was staring widely at her fireplace.

"Here. This'll help."

"Thanks."

They sat in silence as Emily cradled her cup of tea, never taking her eyes of the fireplace.

"Are you okay now?" George asked when the silence became unbearable. He never knew how to act in situations like this.

"I don't know." She suddenly turned to face him. He was slightly startled by how pale she was.

"I've never remembered anything." She continued, "I thought it was all gone. I thought I'd never remember anything. And then when you hugged me I felt something I never have- that someone cared for me."

"You think my hug triggered it all?'

"Simply you George. No one has shown me as much kindness and attention as you have in the past eight years. I've never felt like anyone knew I existed, let alone cared. You hugged me- and in many ways it felt exactly the same way it did when I remember my dad hugging me."

Emily smiled. "I remember my dad hugging me."

She sighed and laid her head down on George's shoulder. He put the arm that was laid on the back of the sofa around her shoulders and gently stroked her hair.

He sat there for hours, running his fingers through her hair down onto her small shoulder. He only noticed that she had fallen asleep when she started to snore quietly. He gently took her tea from her and set it on the coffee table. Placing his arms under her knees and behind her lower back, he lifted her from the couch and carried her down the hallway.

The first door was open wide and showed a neatly presented bathroom. He carefully opened the door at the end of the hal and pushed it forward with his foot.

Laying her down on the bed he looked at her. Her face was even more beautiful in the moonlight. He forced himself to close the curtains so that they were now in darkness. He conjured blankets to cover her with and clumsily left the darkened room.

He lay on the now empty couch with more conjured blankets laying over himself. He smiled as he thought of Emily actually remembering things from the past- and all 'cause of him. He could really help her to remember all the things that she had lost- and maybe even find out what had happened to her that made her lose her memory.

He drifted off to sleep as his hand unconsciously ran through the tassels on the edge of his blanket.