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: Hey everyone... I really did feel bad for not writing so I updated again. It's also cause I had a little time this weekend and I know this week is going to be busy cause I'm going to be doing birthday things. It'll all be spread out throughout the week! YAY! So as I promised there's a memory (in italics) and some general Burrow fun with Molly. AND it's a whole 10pages long in Word. Scary.

FORGOTTEN update...Just some fun with more bruises, an erratic owl and George singing...hehehe...I love this job. If only I got paid.

Thanks to my reviewers..

CareBearErin:I hope you like the Burrow chapter- although Ron does not feature sadly. amrawo: Was this quick enough for you? Jillie Rose:I do hope you like this chapter, even though you haven't looked it over. I value your opinion!

"Oh Emily, it's so good to see you again." Molly said as she smothered the younger girl in a hug.

"Mum, you only just saw her!" George protested.

"Well it's still nice when people come to visit George." Mrs Weasley scolded. "I do hope my son is looking after you well." She said to Emily as she gave George a knowing look.

"Yes, very well Mrs Weasley." Emily replied timidly.

"Such a good boy my Georgie is." Mrs Weasley said as reached up and pinched his cheek. She would have fixed his hair too had he not been so much taller than her. George cringed as his mother walked away.

"Well, I think it's time we all had something to eat. I do hope you like vegetable soup."

"Yes, I do Mrs Weasley. It's nice to have on days like this." Emily smiled.

"Yes it is. I can't believe the weather we're having these days. One day without a flood in my kitchen would be nice. Though I expect it would be full of muddy footprints instead if the weather was good from all my boys playing out in the sunshine."

"And me too!" Ginny corrected her mother as walked into the kitchen.

"Yes Ginny dear, you too." Molly said as she shook her head at the boyish nature of her only daughter.

"Hello Emily, George." Ginny nodded to them in turn as she sat down across from them at the table.

"Hello baby sister. How's life treating you?"

"Pretty good. Can't complain really. How you handling having your bachelor pad being invaded?" Ginny joked.

"Hardly invaded. Emily is such a good houseguest. Though I do have a few more bruises than before."

"Huh?" Ginny asked. George replied with a look that said "I'll tell you later."

Emily felt much more at ease without the presence of the other Weasley men. She could form complete sentences without Harry around, and things were much more peaceful without Ron and his dramatics. She wondered if he had finally accepted that she wasn't Hermione- although she actually was. Wow this is confusing.

"George, I was wondering if you'd be able to help my after lunch." Ginny said as she eyed the bread in the middle of the table greedily.

"Sure Gin. What you need me for?"

"Just a little project I've undertaken. Thought you'd want in on it." She winked as she reached across and lifted three slices of bread.

"That's wonderful. Emily can stay and have a chat with me." Molly smiled as she sat down beside her daughter.

Emily gulped and looked at George for support. He took her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"So Emily, what is you do again?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"I'm a waitress." Emily said before taken a spoonful of warm soup.

"That's wonderful dear. Providing food for people is such a fulfilling job. If I hadn't been so blessed with all my children I would have loved to have worked in the catering business. I think I would have opened a little café and made food all day long."

"Well you are a wonderful cook." Emily smiled.

"Yeah mum, this soup is great." George grinned.

"I do believe George has inherited some of your cooking skills."

"I spent years teaching my children how to cook and clean. I think it's important that they know how to care for themselves. I'm not going to be here forever to look after them."

George rolled his eyes as his mother continued to tell Emily of all the skills she had taught them. He decided it was time to stop the conversation when she began to talk about all the skills he had gained by having two little siblings- and how great a father he would be.

"So mum, how's Fred doing?"

"You know just as well as I do dear. You saw him just yesterday after all." Mrs Weasley said quite sternly, annoyed at the lack of manners her son was showing.

"So George… you finished? Wanna come help me?" Ginny said as she stood up from her seat.

"Okay." George said as he also stood up. "I'll try to be quick." He whispered in Emily's ear.

Mrs Weasley gathered the dirty dishes as the pair walked out of the kitchen. She set them to washing in the sink with Sparkling suds and brought a pot of tea out to the table.

"Would you like a cup dear?"

"Yes please." Emily nodded as she clasped her hands on her lap.

Whilst pouring Mrs Weasley began to ask Emily about America.

"Well it's a really beautiful place, though the hot sun does make it hard work for the plants. One thing I've noticed here is the grass is so much softer. You can even walk on it in bare feet and it doesn't hurt." Emily smiled.

"And you don't remember anything before 8 years ago?" Molly asked.

"Sadly not. Though from what George has told me, things were pretty crazy before then. I'm not sure how many of those experiences I want to be able to remember."

"Understandable, but I'm sure they still add to your character dear."

"Yeah. I did vaguely remember my parents a few days ago."

"Ah yes. Your parents." Molly said grimly.

"Yeah. Only one memory from when I was very small and I hurt myself. George said something had happened to Hermione's parents. I would have liked to have met them. Just to know, you know."

"Yes, I know. They were lovely people from what I saw of them. So loving. They only had one daughter, but they couldn't have been any more proud of her. I have a picture of them if you'd like to see." She said as she gathered her skirt and apron in her hand so she could stand.

"I'd love to." Emily said nervously. She wondered what they looked like. If they were as she had remembered. If she really was Hermione Jane Granger.

"I got Arthur to get me some things from the house after well, you know." Molly said as she sat back down at the table.

She handed Emily a picture of a couple with a little girl standing in front of them. Tears immediately began to fill Emily's eyes. It was them. It was really them. She had remembered her parents- Hermione's parents. But that meant… soon her twinkling tears turned to loud sobs as she realised that her parents were dead and she would never get to meet them.

Mrs Weasley quickly took on the role of mother and wrapped her arms around Emily's shaking shoulders.

"Oh I'm so sorry dear. I didn't mean to upset you." She said as she gently stroked her hair.

Emily sobbed into Mrs Weasley's shoulder as she took comfort from the embrace. Her mind was full of questions about who she was and about her parents. She wished she could remember more of them.

"Hermione sweetie, hurry up! You're going to be late for your first day!"

"I'm coming!"

She gathered her new, but already read, textbooks together and piled them into her trunk. Her dad walked to the door as she made her first attempt at pulling the luggage that was two sizes bigger than her.

"Need some help pumpkin?"

"Yes please." The little girl bounced as her daddy came over to help her carry the case.

"You coming?" He asked as he lifted the large trunk with ease.

"I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay sweetheart." He smiled as he walked out of the room.

Sitting on the bed she looked around the room that had been hers for eleven years. She sighed as she picked up the teddy that sat on her bed.

"I'm going now. To Hogwarts. You know, that big school with all those Witches and Wizards. I hope I make some friends. I'm going to miss this all so much. And mummy and daddy. I've never been separated from them before." She sobbed to the little white bear.

"Hermione." Mrs Granger said sweetly as she pushed the door slowly open. "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"I'm fine mummy. I'm just going to miss it here." She said as her mum hugged her.

"We'll be in touch all the time sweetie. And you'll be home during the holidays. It'll be just like you've never been away. And you know you'll have a great time. You'll learn lots and make great friends. You still want to go don't you?" She said as she wiped the tears from her daughter's face.

Hermione nodded. "Alright, then we better get going." Mrs Granger said as she took her daughter's hand and led her out the door.

Standing on the platform in front of the train she could see a lot of children running about, some playing, some clinging to their parents. She a large group who all had the same bright hair and she realised they must all be from the same family. Then she thought she saw THE Harry Potter, but she must have been mistaken. It couldn't possibly be him. HIM in PERSON!

"I guess we'll see you later darling. Don't forget to write."

"Yes, pumpkin. Keep us up to date with everything. Have fun- and don't go turning anyone into a frog." Mr Granger joked.

"Dad. I will not be turning anyone into anything unless they ask us to, which I highly doubt in first year seeing as we are all beginners. Who knows what we'd turn the person into!"

"Yes dear. Well I was only joking. Have a good time and don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said with a wink.

"Bye mummy. Bye daddy." She said as she gave them both a hug and kiss in turn. "I'll miss you!" And with that they were gone- left standing on the platform to wave goodbye to their little girl who had soon been engulfed in a group of excited students and frantic parents.

"Are you okay dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Emily who had been staring blankly at the wall for a full five minutes after she had finally stopped crying.

"Oh. Um… yes. I think, well… no. I just had another vision."

"Another memory?" George said excitedly as he walked into the kitchen.

Emily simply nodded. George looked at her and saw her pale, tear stricken face, her hands shaking. Within a second he was by her side, his arms wrapped around her. Mrs Weasley silently got up from her seat and left the kitchen, with a pang in her heart for the young girl who had been through so much. However, she still couldn't keep that knowing smile from creeping onto her face.

A few hours later Emily and George returned to the flat. George ushered her into the bedroom and told her to get changed. While she was dressing he made her a cup of tea and they both sat down in the living room.

"Another eventful day then?"

"Yeah it was. But it was so good to see them George. And it means I had a family. I know who I am, where I came from."

"You still have a family you know. I know they could never be your parents, but my mum and dad love you like a second daughter. You've always been an a member of the Weasley family."

"I think I like that idea. Maybe someday I really will be part of the family." Emily smiled.

George shared the smile as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Maybe someday."

"So what did Ginny want to talk to you about?" Emily asked, breaking the silence.

"About my dad's birthday party. Another big year, another big deal. She wants it to be a surprise party with a big fireworks display. She wants me to be in charge of it- and provide them free of course from the joke shop."

"Of course. That sounds like fun though. A big gathering of all your family to celebrate."

"Yeah, it should be good. And knowing Gin, she's going to have a few tricks up her sleeve. Should be a laugh."

Emily yawned as she snuggled into his shoulder.

"Don't be getting any ideas!" George said.

"Me? Never." She replied lazily.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed." He said as he helped her to her feet. After they had reached the room George let go of her and turned to leave.

"Hey George?"

"Yes Emily." He said as he turned round to face her.

"Thanks." She said as she once again reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He was glad that they hadn't turned the light on as the blush rose to his cheeks.

"No problem." He said with fake confidence.

"Night." They said together, and George closed the door over and went back to the living room. After expanding the couch he lay down and conjured a blanket. The pair tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep, both dreaming of being in each other's arms.