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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 inks 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 3

1987

"Aunt Emma! Percy took my shoe!" Ron whined.

Emma couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. The boys were always doing things to one another. After a while Emma found many things funny, "Percy, be nice to your brother and give him back his shoe. Now, please?" Though it was not a request she had said it with a soft, yet stern tone.

Emma would go back and forth between families; The Weasley's, Snape's, The Tonks's, the Malcolm's every now and then, even Augusta Longbottom, who had searched her out six months after hearing that Emma had woken up from her three-year coma. And with the utmost secrecy, Emma would visit with Narcissa. Unfortunately, Narcissa was the only one who knew who Emma was when she was there, the disguise was necessary according to Sissy. The thought of Narcissa had Emma trailing down memory lane, starting with Christmas Eve in Godric's Hollow Cemetery of '84;

-Flashback-

Emma had heard heels clapping against the snow-covered ground, though she thought nothing of it. She was there visiting James and Lily. But her visitation had been distracted by a voice that came through the cold night air, a voice Emma hadn't heard in a very long time, and she was shocked more than anything that she knew the voice likely belonged to. She had only heard her voice in the passing of the halls before she graduated, then she was never heard from again. Emma had only meet the girl, now a woman, once.

Truthfully, Emma thought she had been imagining things. That had been dowse when she came face to face with Narcissa Black, or Malfoy now that she had married Lucius Malfoy soon after her graduation graduating Hogwarts.

"Narcissa?" Emma asked, she probably sounded just as shocked as she felt. She'd been standing there for nearly two hours in the cold, snowy night when Narcissa had found her. Emma was even more shocked when the blonde had rushed her with a happy smile and tears in her eyes when Narcissa hugged Emma in a near bone crushing hug and began crying, "I'm so sorry... I thought I had been fast enough telling Severus what they had planned... I was just so relieved when I found the necklace in Harry's room, when Severus told me you were alive weeks later."

Emma thought she couldn't have been more stunned than she already was, but she had once again found herself proven wrong as she listened, and everything began to piece together. 1) Narcissa was the inside source Severus had refused to give up 2) She was the anonymous person that had gifted Emma with the charmed necklace her third year and 3) The dress Robes when she had woken up had also come from her.

Narcissa was the one that used a Polyjuice potion of the nurse and had hand delivered it to her, as to not look suspicious by not only her husband, but by the rest of the Orders enemies that were still out there trying to recollect the Dark Lords' work in his absence. The biggest question Emma had was, "Why? Why do all of this? Helping me, trying to save us? All of it, why? I've only ever spoken to you once and that was on the train my first year. And that was how many years ago?" Emma questioned her, but now that she had actually thought of the years it made no sense to her as to why Narcissa would make sure a big fuss over her life and the other's.

Narcissa had sniffed, holding Emma's arms firmly as she nodded, understanding why Emma was being so suspicious. And she was right, Narcissa had only ever truly met Emma her first year. The day she got her busted lip then after that her and her sister had kept a rather scarcest distance between them until they'd graduated. "Because you have done what no other had ever done, you made Bella smile when no one had been able to, not even me. I might have once agreed with some blood statue opinions, but all I see when I look at you is a talented, smart, and very strong and powerful witch. You may look like her, but your hair is different, you are two very different people. She was only a child of course, but she was scared and frightened, fragile thing, but she made Bella smile. You, you're strong and loving towards no matter who or what they are. A warm heart that my family hasn't had in years. If they ever had it."

Emma was confused, Narcissa continued saying 'her' and 'she', "Who's 'her', Narcissa?" Emma had to know, she had to ask. Who was she so similar too yet so different from?

"Melanna Black, she was five when my family killed her and her mother. It's a long story, but how about we get some tea or coffee? If you'll let me?"

Emma wanted to say no, but Narcissa had risked so much behind the lines for someone she barely knew, all because she had made Bellatrix smile? But Emma never knew it. Narcissa had tried to save Lily and James, the charmed necklace had saved her very own life, or so she thought, even though it shouldn't have. But the look in Narcissa's eyes begged her to say yes. It was a look of desperation and fear. A look of a women who had no one but her husband and son, no friend to talk to, to turn to, no one but her mind to tell things too. "Uh, ye-yeah, definitely. There's a nice café down the road, it's small but it's nice and quiet."

When Narcissa smiled her big smile Emma saw it was filled with pure excitement and gratitude, Emma instantly felt sorry for her, she had no one to speak freely too, no friend to comfort her, to tell her it was okay to do something, that it was alright to do anything in her power to protect a loved one. And Emma figured that was exactly what the pure-blooded Witch needed. A friend to talk to, a friend who would listen.

Emma had moved from the headstones and waited patiently for Narcissa as she stood staring heartbroken at the names. Emma's heart fell for her as she watched the woman kneeling and with a gentle wave of her wand, grew bouquet of flowers around the head stone, a bouquet of white roses and Lilies with forget me not's laced intertwined together in a wreath formation.

Emma's heart warmed instantly.

They'd spent hours talking and laughing over several cups of tea that night. Finding it so early in the morning, nearly 4 a.m., they said their goodbyes.

They'd planned weekly met ups since then and Narcissa had started bringing Draco with her. Even though he looked like his father, he had some of his mother in him. Though she had to work passed his played off arrogance he had gotten from watching his father, though Narcissa had him well under control.

Sadly, Narcissa had nearly been found out, she knew what could possibly happen, to not only Emma, but herself and her son if one of the Death Eaters caught on with the weekend tea. She had made a plan with Emma to simply use a color charm on Emma's hair and eyes. Changing them bright blue and her hair dark brown, even going as far as using some connections in Lucius's department as a way to get documents, real documents, created for Emma's change identity for when she was around the Malfoy Family, Mira Black. A distant cousin she had told her husband about.

"I haven't heard from her in years. She and I both reached out, shockingly at the same time, and I have invited her for tea and dinner." At her husband's scowl Narcissa glared to him with a stern, "Be nice Lucius, I love this cousin dearly."

That had been three years ago, and the Death Eaters had yet to figure it out, for that they were relieved.

Emma was moving between 12 Grimmauld Place and the Potter Estate that Dumbledore had graciously taken care of while she was in coma. Andromeda had taken care of the old family estate Sirius had inherited and Kreacher, something Emma was ever grateful for.

Currently Emma was helping Molly cook Dinner. She was still being refused Guardianship of Harry and it was beginning to strain her, how much longer could they refuse her, her nephew?

Narcissa had tried getting access to his files, but found it harder than she had thought, "Emma, if I help you get your nephew, I need you to do something for me, but it won't be easy..."

Emma could only nod, the woman had secretly done so much without her family knowing it, saved her life without her knowing it, "If the Dark Lord returns, I want you to take Draco before he can mark him..."

She wouldn't lie, Emma had been baffled and speechless. Narcissa would trust the care of her son, her pride and joy, in Emma's hands, but nonetheless Emma had agreed. Even if Emma never got custody of Harry, she knew she could never, would never, let another child suffer at the hands of that vile Wizard again. Not if she had a chance to stop it.

Her mind then turned from Narcissa and Harry to Remus. Emma had been trying for years to get Remus to allow her to help him with a stable living situation. The poor were-wolf wizard had been moving from place to place doing poorly paid odd jobs just to feed himself since '81. All because a sociopath were-wolf had wanted his pathetic excuse of revenge against his parents and had taken it out on a five-year-old child.

"Emma, are you alright there dear?" Molly caught her in one of her crazy long thoughts and daydreams, "Oh, yes. I'm alright Molly, promise."

That had sadly been the thought Molly had woken Emma up from, a dark thought she was grateful for being interrupted from.

"Emmie, I lost Scabbers again, Fred and George keep letting him out," Percy whined with a bit of a pout. His little brothers were really beginning to take their toll on him. Emma and Molly couldn't help but bite back their laughter at the poor boy. "Try the Garden, hopefully he didn't get into the Rosemary or Lavender in the Herb house."

"Thank you, Emmie!" He shouted rushing off to find his rat.

"You're quite good with the children, all of them, even the Malfoy boy." Molly only knew about that because she had turned to telling Molly everything, and she did the same with Narcissa, they told one another everything, but they left their talks between themselves, only spoke about the children and how they'd been growing. Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to writing her about Harry's growth, how he was doing in the Muggle schools and with the Dursleys.

She had recently been sent some pictures of Harry. Dumbledore had stated in the letters that the pictures were from Petunia. None of them showed a smiling boy. They were hastily taken with little care and no regard of the child's happiness.

Harry was miserable, and Emma hated herself, she despised Petunia, and she held a strong distastefulness towards the Ministry of Magic for refusing her Guardianship.

How could someone treat their nephew that way? With no care in the world, he was growing up thinking he was unloved by his entire family, feeling alone in his life. Petunia had more likely come up with a crazy story about how his parents died, that Emma herself was probably dead too. Emma had even gone as far as firmly believing Petunia had probably told him she was taking the photos to post them around to see if someone would just take him off their hands, so they'd be free of the poor boy. Now, as harsh as that rattling though was, Emma knew she was thinking vindictively towards her older sister simply because she had custody of Harry, it had never occurred to her that Petunia was getting just as annoyed and more impatient when no one answered her regarding someone taking Harry.

Dursley's

"Petunia, why on earth are you still up, it's midnight." Vernon said with a noisy yawn, rubbing his eyes clean of the sleep. "What's wrong?" He finally saw what was keeping his wife awake when he had sat next to her at the dining room table. He saw the anger, her irritation, her hatred and disappointment as he watched her take a deep breath in as she began.

Her face turning red as she spoke, "It's been three years, every month to every week we get those stupid and annoying letters from her saying she wants that boy. If she wants him so bloody bad, then she can take him! That freak is going to ruin our lives Vernon, I want him gone!"

With a tired yawn Vernon shrugged, he'd been thinking the same thing for years since they'd gotten the boy, but he wasn't going to act on it unless his wife agreed to do so, "Well, then we'll take him to an orphanage in the morning, be rid of the freakish creature, it'll resettle our funds and we won't be wasting money on him." Vernon said clearly, like that could be it and it would be over.

This led to Petunia huffing and puffing at her husband, "Vernon, you know we can't be rid of him that easily. Those freaks could show up at our doorstep and probably do something horrible! I fear them so much, I don't know what to do, I never wanted those things in our lives, let alone our home, least of all related to us, t-to Dudley! I am making that boy in there as miserable as I possibly can just in the deepest amount of hopes that either he'll grow out of this freakish state or someone will show up and take him from us." Petunia huffed, rubbing her forehead of the migraine that was on its way. If Petunia wasn't careful, she'd give herself a stroke.

"Then be patient, Petunia. Didn't we get something from a thing called minster, no… Ministry, yes, Ministry of... of... oh, whatever, we got a letter from something that was very high in ranks, or something like that, stating we were that boy's permanent guardian. Why, I don't believe it said, but that Emma was fighting them to get that creature. Now, we never got documents to just... turn him over... Did we?" He asked, thinking, for the first time since they got Harry, about it now that the thought had occurred to him.

"No, I don't believe we did, which means-"

"They probably don't want her having him at all." Vernon finished with a depressed sighed, rubbing his face, his own migraine beginning.

"Vernon, this is my sister we are talking about. Emma is worse than Lily when provoked, if she wants that boy, she'll be damned if she doesn't walk through that front door and take him, permission of Guardianship or not, and I won't stop her."

And they were right, Emma was worse than Lily when provoked, simply because she had learned it all from Lily and had succeeded in perfecting it. Partially.

1990

"Emma, Dumbledore has asked for you," Augusta said as Emma walked out into the backyard watching Neville playing with one of Augusta's dogs. The elder woman was gently petting the neck of a large barn owl with bright blue eyes. Its white feathers splotched with light brown around it.

Emma smiled and giggled, she knew who that owl was, "Thank you Augusta, thank you Mel." The owl hooted and ruffle its feathers cutely at her and flew off.

"Here is your tea, I'll go give Neville a hug and head off." Emma said smiling happily and she and the Longbottom Grandmother hugged, "Do come back darling, Neville and I enjoy your company. I'd love nothing more than to have you around him as he grows. You have been doing wonderfully since I searched you out those few years ago."

"Of course, I'll be back Augusta!"

"Neville will be starting next year, but his magic has yet to show, I worry for him." Augusta said with a tired and wishful sigh while she watched her grandson.

Unsure why she thought of this, Emma mentioned something that Severus had told her once, "Severus told me once that sometimes a child's magic could be activated when a serious situation scares them enough that their magic comes out to protect them. But I think it was just a crazy thing he as telling me, I don't know how serious it is."

But Augusta hadn't heard Emma's ending, all she heard was 'serious situation happening that their magic comes out to protect them,' "Very good dear, now don't keep that old bird waiting, it's bad manners. See you at dinner."

Emma had arrived in Dumbledore's office, a place she was beginning to become far too familiar with, "I believe I was summoned," she joked, though everyone's smiling faces had caught her off guard, "What?"

Minerva smiled wide, tears almost running over the rims of her eyes, this just made her worry more, "What?"

"The Ministry has decided to give you permission to trial for Harry." Minerva said, this nearly had Emma's heart stopping.

'A trial?'

"Harry beginning's next year, they have agreed that while he is here, that you meet him, speak with him. However, there is a bit of a down fall. They want you to spend time with him for three years out of your care, meaning he'd still be returning to Petunia at the end of each year. However, by the end of his third year or the start of his fourth year, you should have custody. Now of course it could very well be sooner but it's worth a try, correct?" Dumbledore said, a happy smile as he watched Emma jump up in joy, she didn't care about any kind of custody at that moment, she could see her nephew. She had missed enough of his life she wouldn't miss anymore.

"Emma, whatever are you jumping for?" Snape asked as he walked in, "I can see Harry as of next year, custody should be granted shortly afterwards!"

"And how, may I ask, do you know it'll be done so soon, Emma? Fudge has proven over the last five years that he can remove this privilege as soon as he wishes." McGonagall asked. Now she was getting worried, Emma had just been given amazing news though Minerva feared Emma was getting her hopes up a bit too high. But if she knew Emma, it may be more possible than they thought. Especially since Emma had a few friends in the Ministry, Sissy was only one of them with a hand in the Beehive and the other in the cookie jar, whereas others, like Augusta, that not only had a strong hold on a few people balls, but had advantages in the Ministry that very few people, close to none, would try anything against.

Alastor Moody was one of them.

Flashback -

1985

Emma had yet again been refused her nephew's custody, she couldn't imagine the damage Petunia must be causing to that poor boy, she had gone to the Ministry several times, demanded a trial, begged for Children services of the Magical Community to intervene, they hadn't.

Kreacher and Andromeda had sat with her, giving their best attempts to soothe her, worst of all, it was once again Christmas.

"Those bunch of morons have no clue the damage that family can and has done to that boy! It's a loud of Dragon shit and made of nonsense in keeping that boy from you! Lily and James must be rolling in their graves!" Alastor ranted on as he continued reading the ridiculous letter, trying to think of a way to get through to the 'Seated Bucket Heads' as Moody had stated, making everyone, even Remus, to laugh. Alastor had made the comment that someone else may want to do the talking otherwise she'd never get her nephew.

Remus always love Christmas, holidays in general, but after his mother had passed, he'd stopped going home and began spending more and more time around Emma and others or working day and night to at least try to have enough to keep the apartment he was in, though it never seemed to be enough.

Emma smiled at the memory, "I think I'll have it covered Minerva, thank you so much. Oh, may I keep that letter?"

As soon as Dumbledore handed it over gladly, Emma hugged him then Minerva and rushed out.

She had to tell the others.