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A/N:Finally at the Burrow! Yay! Oh before I forget (again) thanks to my reviewers! Love you all. This chapter is for you!

FORGOTTEN update...Emily said yes to go the burrow- cause she knows that George won't leave her. So let's see our hero looking after his damsel...

George left Emily to try and get some rest. He went back to his hotel and immediately sent an owl to his mother.

Mum,

I know you're used to getting somewhat odd owls from me but I think this one will come top. I want you to try and remain calm though.

Ok, so you know I've been in America for a week now. Yes, I've been eating fine and looking after myself. In fact I found a lovely restaurant to spend time in.

The thing is that I met a girl. I'm going to bring her home tomorrow. And no, we aren't getting married! Her name's Emily, but you might recognise her as someone else. She bears a strong resemblance to Hermione. I think that's cause they are the same person, but Emily's only just starting to get her memory back. I'm worried about bringing her to the Burrow. I was wondering if you could tell everyone else at breakfast tomorrow so that they don't freak when they see her.

Also, her name is EMILY. No matter how much so looks or acts like Hermione, in her head she is Emily.

I'll see you for lunch tomorrow.

Love,

George.

George went up to his room and got ready for bed, even though he knew he wouldn't get any sleep.

"Are you ready?" George asked the next day when he went to pick Emily up.

"I guess." She smiled weakly.

"Let's go then."

George gave Emily's hand a reassuring squeeze when they arrived outside the Burrow. Before he had even knocked the door Mrs Weasley had him engulfed in a large bone-crushing hug.

"Oh my little Georgie. I'm so glad you're home. Let's have a look at you then." She said as she pulled back and looked him over. "I don't care what you say. You've definitely not been eating enough. Lucky I made your favourite!"

George thought he was going to die of embarrassment from the moment his mother opened the door. Didn't she know that Emily had no idea what she was like?

"And you must be Emily." She said as she gave her a hug.

"Mum! I don't think she can breathe!" George said moments later when Mrs Weasley still hadn't let go.

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm just so pleased to have you here. And look at you. I think American food must be lacking in something. Come inside and I'll make you up a bowl of stew."

Emily looked at George and once again he took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. He hoped she'd forgive him for bringing her to the mad house.

"Emily you can sit down here." Mrs Weasley said as she directed her to Fred's seat. George sat down beside her in his seat and looked around the table.

Fred was sitting in Ron's seat and was grinning at his brother. George took this to mean "Way to go George! She's hot!"

Harry and Ginny were sitting on one side of Fred, while Mr Weasley was on the other side.

Emily was staring across the table from her, her mouth slightly open.

"Hi Emily, nice to meet you. I'm Ginny. And this is Harry, but I'm sure you already knew that."

Harry blushed, and Emily kept gaping.

"Emily you okay?" George asked as he followed her line of vision, which fell on Harry.

"'Harry Potter. The Harry Potter." Emily droned, not taking her eyes of him.

"Emily. Come on Emily, look at me." George said.

"Oh sorry George. I don't know what came over me. I mean it's just Harry Potter, the chosen one, the saviour of the entire world."

Harry blushed again.

"I didn't do it all by myself." Harry protested.

"Where's Ron?" George asked to change the subject.

"He hasn't come down yet today. Not that I haven't called him hundreds of times already this morning. Fred! Did you check in on him like I asked?" Molly said, her voice growing in volume and irritation.

Fred jumped when his mum shouted his name and tried not to look guilty; even though he had done nothing wrong- well nothing that his mother was accusing him of anyway.

"Yeah mum, I told him to get down here. He was still asleep when I went in first though. Thought he'd have been woken up by the smell of food."

"Or the thought of food…" George added.

"Maybe he's dreaming of food." Ginny said through giggles.

"Where's the food?" Ron mumbled as he slumped into the kitchen.

Everyone started laughing, which just confused Ron more. He was about to collapse into a chair and rest his head on the table when he noticed Emily.

"Hermione!" He exclaimed. He started to move towards her when George stood up to block him.

"Move out of the way George. I've gotta get to Mione. Let me past George."

"Ron, she's not Hermione."

"Yeah she is."

"No Ron, she's not. Her name's Emily." George said as he held his big, little brother back.

"Oh honestly, my name is Emily Greer. I'm not this Hermione girl, well at least I don't remember being her."

Ron stopped pushing. Sounds like Hermione, looks like Hermione… not Hermione? Ron's brain shut down. It just didn't make sense. He stood dumbly for a few moments before turning around and leaving the room while muttering to himself about jokes not being funny.

"Guess you don't remember Ron's temper then." George joked when he saw Emily's face.

"So Emily, do you remember what it's like to be a muggle?" Mr Weasley asked when the silence got to much for him.

"Arthur! You leave the poor girl alone and don't ask her questions like that." Mrs Weasley interrupted. "Eat up, plenty of food. Don't want it to go to waste now do we?"

Emily looked at George once more with big wide eyes. He really wanted to rescue her.

"Um, mum. Sorry to have to leave so soon. I know you went to lots of bother to make this food- but we're both kind of tired- different time zones and that. I think Emily would be better coming to the flat with me. Less confusion and stuff- and with Ron being the way he is…"

"Don't worry dear. I can see the poor girl is dead on her feet. You take her home and put her straight to bed. I'll just get you some food to take with you."