Author's note: Please be aware that I own ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, everything, except my character ocs' I place in here, belongs to the wonderful Lady J.K. Rowling. This is a Sirius Black/OC Fanfiction.
Welcome back readers! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you have the first Story that began this journey! :)
***Thank you all again and I can't wait to hear what you're feedback and other's regarding the second book if this story caught your attention. But I will say the second book is still under construction. So, up to a certain chapter I think chapter 30, has been touched up and fixed, like a lot of red and blue ink were put onto paper from the printed format I did to have a more effective outcome. So, after chapter 30 there will be errors still three unfortunately that I have not had the time to fix yet.
UPDATED: 9/30/2019
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Chapter 2
It had taken a few minutes to explain to Emma what was going on and what had happened already. Sirius was imprisoned, and Harry had been taken from her and put into Petunia's care. This left the newly awakened woman in heartache and panic. "Bu-but Sirius is innocent, it wasn't him! Please, Arthur! He's innocent!" Emma cried.
Arthur sighed sadly to her, he didn't want to be the one to break such news to her, "But we have no proof, Emma. I'm sorry. No one knew of a switch in the secret Keepers for your family, Sirius was the only person that was to be the Keeper, no one was informed of this change and with no proof of this we can't help him. The evidence is strong against him Emma, he was arrested and sentenced without a trial."
"What about Peter! He was the last to see us-" Emma stuttered, tears flooding down her face still pale face.
Mellena hugged her crying friend, she had never seen her this way, not ever. She wished she could turn back time and change this, but that was impossible.
Arthur's words continued to strike Emma deeply, cutting into her heart at every word he'd repeated to Emma several times already.
Both Mellena and Molly saw how it hurt Arthur to continue telling her nothing could help, nothing would change, because it was too late. Her memory had been messed with and she couldn't help if she had no proof to give nor the memory to assure them on Sirius Black's innocents. And truthfully, they didn't want the proof of his innocents because everything pointed to Sirius at this moment. And if he was innocent, then he'd not only have been wrongly imprisoned with no trial, but then they'd be back at square one and a killer and Death Eater was still on the loose planning against them over the last three years.
"Emmie, Peter was murdered by Sirius Black, he killed twelve Muggles in the process. That boy was destroyed, there was nothing to bury, the only thing left was a finger which Remus gave it to his mother, and she died six months later." Arthur explained.
"Arthur, maybe we should let the kids come see their dear aunt, I'm sure she'd love to see them, and I think we could all use the distraction." Molly said rubbing Emma's back, giving her husband a stern look, he couldn't help but slightly squirm uncomfortably.
On cue, a doctor walked in smiling, "Good news, you're being released into your cousin's care Emma. I see your family is here, oh Molly, Professor Snape and Dumbledore are with your kids, they took them out to the gardens to wait for Miss Evans to change." He informed them as they watched a nurse walked in. She must have been new because of her slight blush and her timid nature as she carried a black box in her arms with a red velvet ribbon wrapped around it holding it closed, "Um, a package was delivered just a few moments ago for you Ma'am."
Emma smiled small yet welcoming to her as she handed Emma the box and watched her open it, a happy smile on her face when she moved the packing paper aside to reveal a dress. It was stunning, a deep royal blue.
The nurse was young, early twenties maybe, brown hair and gold eyes with soft features and a kind smile.
"I don't know you, are you new?" The Doctor questioned her in curiosity leading the girl to blush a bit deeper when she turned her attention to the Doctor. "Yes, I started this morning."
"Who delivered that package and what's your name?" The Doctor again questioned, everyone in the room looked curious and concerned, "My name is Sissy, but I don't know when it was delivered or who it's from. Uh, there was a note on there, ah, here you are. Maybe they left a name? Um, I think I should get back to my rounds. Have a nice day everyone, Miss Evans." and she was out the door and gone.
"I'll leave you ladies to it then," Arthur and the doctor walked out, both heading to the Registry desk and began looking up any new nurses of that week, Sissy was not one of the Nurses. The girl that had been in the room was new, yes, but her name wasn't 'Sissy', her name was Maggie Johnson.
"Doctor, we have a situation." a nurse ran up.
"What happened?"
"I just found her not ten minutes ago sir, we don't know what happened, but she seems to have been rendered unconscious for approximately thirty minutes. We couldn't find you, so we put her in recovery under observation by the Head Healer."
"Good, thank you Carrie, you did good." He'd complemented not only because she had done good, but she was also new, and he liked complementing his new Healers, they were so much better at their jobs when complemented and were easier to work with.
"Then who was it that delivered the package to Emma?" Arthur asked with worry. It could have been a trap, something hidden inside, maybe a gas trap, or worse, an explosive? In a rush they ran back to the room they'd left Emma, Molly and Mellena.
When they'd rushed in, they'd found Emma dressed. The deep royal blue dress was long to the floor and flowed out like a light waterfall, possibly silk with off the shoulder half inch thick straps. Mellena had helped her slip on the long over coat, a darker blue with Japanese knot buttons clasping just above her chest and down to her waist. It was stunning against her pale skin and deep red hair, even her eyes. The fabric brought each of her traits out in more character. Emma Evans looked alive again.
Both men had to blink a few times, the dress made her seem as if she was a kind of Mythical creature or of fairy tale story Molly would read to the kids, and they weren't going to be the last to think that, "Oh my, terribly sorry ladies, um, but we seem to have a bit of a security problem... Again, Emma did the note say from whom this was from?" Arthur asked. They all saw how worried he was, the Doctor too seemed shaken.
"No, uh, it said it was anonymous, my necklace was also returned though." She pointed out the beautiful choker she had lost during the attack. However, Emma hadn't known, and no one was going to tell her that the necklace she had been gifted for her birthday was destroyed when the curse rebounded. The thing had been irreparable and irreplaceable. Or so they thought.
"Oh, well at least your necklace was found and returned, we uh- couldn-couldn't find it. I'll be outside with the kids, Ladies." With that he and the doctor walked out, leaving the three women alone in confusion.
"That was odd," Molly said and both girls nodded in agreement.
Moments after staring after the door her husband had rushed out of, Molly smiled and spoke up with excitement, "Now, let's go see the children. They're so desperate to see you awake, especially Bill and Charlie. Poor boys cried for days when we brought them in to see you the first week."
"Well then, let's go see the kids then." Emma smiled, she was glad Molly brought the kids, she had missed three years of their lives and the first few years of the rest of the kids, she had to see them, but she wanted to see Harry. She needed to see him, to hold her nephew and cry and tell him he was safe, and she'd never let anything happen to him ever again. But she couldn't, Petunia had him and she knew Petunia wouldn't let her through the front door.
Walking out to the gardens, Emma's heart clenched tightly as she watched the multiple children running around, an image of little Harry running around with the Weasley kids laughing and smiling, playing and making friends and enjoying life whereas she knew he was miserable with Petunia. He was a child, four years old now, or almost four, and the last time she saw him was when he was screaming and crying for his mum before she was murdered in front of him.
Bill and Charlie froze in their play with their siblings when they watched Emma walk out, the deep royal blue made her pale skin, dark red hair and emerald eyes pop and with her being barefoot it just made her look like a mythical forest princess to them, someone from a fairy tale story their mother would read to them about, "Emmie!" Bill screamed and made a dash for his aunt, a wide smile on his face and red hair bouncing as he collided into her arms, his own arms tightly around her waist, "You're awake!"
"Auntie Em!"
"AUNTIE!"
"Emem!"
The kids had surrounded her, each one shoving to squeeze in somewhere around to hold onto her. Emma knelt to their level and hugged each one of them, two at a time if she could, she took her time looking at the twins, their wide smiles and how they'd never leave the other, she was suddenly flooded with images flashing through her mind's eye of the boys grown. Their laughter, their smiles, most of all the pranks that made them both laugh the best and loudest. This made her smile, that was the first time she'd been able to do that, and it was all because she'd looked at these two boys, twins, and saw the people she used to have. The Marauder's. She knew she'd hadn't truly lost them, but she felt their absence like a fresh wound to her heart that would never heal. But these boys had made her smile, a real smile, for the first time since she woke up that morning. Emma did the only thing she could think of. She told them a secret that no one else but the three of them would ever know, "Special people come in many forms and in many ways, but 'Mischief Managed', is a gift to see through the pages." With her secret words Emma kissed their foreheads with a smile. They had been confused of course being only six years old, but they'd figure it out in time.
Emma moved to Ron next and smiled, hugging him tight, a hug that was happily returned by him. Ginny had been the most precious, because she looked almost like Lily and herself when they were two-three years old with her red hair, the only difference was her bright brown eyes. Her eyes made her look almost like her mum, making her even more precious. "Hi," Ginny's little voice spoke softly, her blush made her even more adorable and Emma smiled at this, "Hello, Ginny."
"Are you really our Aunt?"
"If so, who are you related to?" The twins asked, big smiles on their faces.
"Of course, she's your real Aunt boys, your father and I found her during her third year at Hogwarts." Molly spoke up for her, the boys smiled and gave a silent 'oh,' the kids pulled Emma around the Garden all seven chasing one another with Emma. Even though the children where a nice distraction for her, Emma couldn't help the painful pang in her chest, Harry wasn't there, he was with Petunia. Knowing exactly what she was going to do, and she'd accomplish it before she ever died. Emma was going to fight for her nephew, Petunia more likely wouldn't put up a fight for him, so it shouldn't be difficult at all. "Albus... I want my nephew back."
Hogwarts- 3 weeks later
Emma paced around Albus's office, they had sent letters, via mail, rather than owl, to not spook Petunia or Vernon regarding Harry, but it'd been three weeks and they hadn't heard a thing. However, it was the Minister of Magic himself that had arrived that afternoon, "Miss Evans?" and he didn't look at all pleased.
This shocked Emma, and Dumbledore, but Emma had spoken up at once seeing his displeased arrival, "Minister?"
Dumbledore stood from his desk chair. Curiosity clear on his face. Dumbledore had in fact been taken by surprise by this, "Cornelius? Is everything alright?"
"No, actually it's not, Albus... Unfortunately, I am here on business." His stern glare turned to Emma, a frown set stone like on his slightly aged face, "Miss Evans, it has come to the Ministry's attention that you, and yourself Albus, sent word to Mrs. Dursley, Harry Potter's current guardian, that Emma Rose Evans wished to have custody of the child, correct." His tone was sharp and edged as he stared them both down.
Emma had been on the receiving end of a tone like that quite a few times in her life, 'Thank you McGonagall,' the Professor had prepared Emma for something like this in her future when she had always gotten into trouble with the boys. Emma especially felt this way when she had a suspicious feeling that she was about to be under attack verbally, but she kept it subtle... For now. "Yes Sir, we did. Petunia may also be the boys Aunt, however, she wants nothing to do with magic… I fear for his safety in her household in truth. She is not the best person to be raising Harry." Emma stated. This was pure fact.
Dumbledore had made it clear to Emma that he'd only put Harry in the care of the Dursley's because Emma was in critical condition, and since Sirius Black was the only, and 'reasonable', suspect involving the Potter's deaths and her attempted murder by Voldemort's very hand that he had been left with very little leeway and power to put the Potter boy in the care of Mellena and her husband Severus Snape like he had wished to so do in the first place.
However, Fudge was about to shock them farther, "Your request has been revised and carefully looked at, Miss Evans. However, saddened as I am to say, that with the current state of things involving the deaths of your sister and Brother-in-law and Peter Pettigrew. Not to mention the problem with your ex-Fiancé, Harry's own Godfather, Sirius Black, as their traitor and likely their murderer. Your request be denied until further notice!"
Both Albus and Emma stood frozen in their place, eyes wide and mouths hanging open in shock and disbelief.
Emma's only reaction came in a rather soft, yet feral, "Excuse me?"
Fear shot through Albus as his head shot towards Emma, he had to stop this before she came undone, "Rose!" Albus shouted with a stern look on his face, "Calm yourself, please. Fudge, are you accusing Miss Evans of the involvement in her family's brutal murder!? If you've any knowledge of the case you'd see that the damage done to that house, outside and as much inside, was caused by a vicious attack by Death Eaters and Voldemort himself! Emma fought that Wizard off by hand and survived against his killing curse simply because he'd driven his wand through her body just to kill her sister and nephew! As the report states, the Auror's themselves, Alastor Moody himself, investigated Emma and that case for months to prove both her and Sirius Black were innocent. Unfortunately, Alastor was only able to absolve Emma of the charges. Her memory has been tampered with due to a wizard slipping into her room hours after the attack and tried erasing her memories, therefore, giving us the conclusion that someone else was involved in the murders of her family. Now, I dare say you not only own this young witch an apology but also a more reasonable explanation as to why she is being refused her nephew's custody! She is a Witch! Her nephew, young Harry Potter is a Wizard! Therefore leaving Mss. Evans the only one Magically responsible and very much capable to care for the Potter boy now that she is awake!" Albus snapped. This couldn't possibly be happening! Could it?
Cornelius gave Albus a stern glare, cleared his throat as he glanced between Emma and Albus, "I stand by what I've said! Miss Evans, you have been refused custody of Harry James Potter, until further notice, good afternoon to you both. And furthermore, Albus, the report says nothing of her facing off against that vile wizard! Voldemort is dead! I'd suggest you start speaking like he is!" Cornelius shouted.
"Fudge! Her memories may have been tampered with, but the destruction of that house, the damage done to Emma, is proof enough he was there! The power that was left in those walls screams volumes! Her memory says dark figure regarding the traitor, but it is Voldemort's very face she sees clearly as she fights him! The power in that house that was left behind says Voldemort! He's the only wizard alive besides a few others in this world, none of whom are allied with him! So, if you have another reason behind that dark and evil power that was left there in Godric's Hollow, please enlighten both Miss Evans and myself." Albus growled. His anger spiking in folds at Cornelius's outrageous claims and reasons.
Saying nothing beside a few grumbles here and there Cornelius Fudge started the Headmaster of Hogwarts down. Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, walked from Dumbledore's office and left, leaving a stunned Emma nearly in a panic.
Albus rushed from around his desk towards the young Witch as she began hyperventilating, heavy tears rolled down her face, "Emma, Harry will be safe for now, no matter how much you absolutely despise the idea of Harry being with Petunia, he is safe from any possible danger of our world for the time being. However, you have my word that we will fight this. We'll get your nephew back into your arms as soon as we can, I swear." He had hoped that would have helped her relax, least of all to calm her panic. Unfortunately, it seemed to have made it worse. Dumbledore began panicking himself when she was unable to not only calm herself down but seemed to begin having issues breathing. The moment Emma's legs began to falter he was thankful he had strength in his body to catch her and ease them both to the steps of his office.
"Phineas! Fetch Poppy and find Minerva, please. Quickly! Emma, breath, please You have to breath dear girl." Albus had handed Emma off immediately to Minerva and Poppy when the two women had arrived.
Albus watched with slight relief as Minerva and Poppy rushed in minutes later, fear and worry flashing over their faces as they moved for the fallen girl instantly and pulling the crying redhead into Minerva's arms.
The moment McGonagall had Emma in her arms, Emma let loose the most heart wrenching cry any of them had ever thought they'd heard in their lives, and that was saying something for three of the oldest witches and wizards in the room.
Severus walked after a fleeing Dumbledore after rushing behind Minerva after getting word of the rushed and frightful news. He fought back the eager to pull Emma away from Minerva and somewhere safe. Unfortunately, there was no such place like that currently existing, because the only places Emma Rose Evans ever felt safe, was in the arms of Sirius Black, "What happened?"