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UPDATED:9/30/2019

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Chapter 7

Emma froze, utterly stunned and caught very far off guard, but she wasn't going to lie to him, "Yes,"

"Why didn-Why didn't you come for me when I was at the Dursleys!" the other two in the room watched the two interact, both light green and deep emerald eyes spilling with tears.

Remus saw Emma struggling to answer her nephew, he knew her too well to know she'd be unable to answer him for the moment. So, he spoke up, answering for her, "Because Harry, she was refused custody for eight years. The Ministry still doesn't want her to have custody of you." Remus explained to the boys, but there was more to tell.

Emma was finally able to find her voice, "Harry, wh-when everything happened, the attack, I ended up drifting into a coma for three years. But when I woke up, I found that they had put you in the permanent care of Petunia, to my greatest horror. I sent word to Petunia, then I was rejected by the Minister himself. Custody should have been granted to me since your parents had me legally down in their Will to care for you if anything happened to them. But with me in a coma for so long they had to put you in a home that was not only family but somewhere safe from Magic for a while. Dumbledore had only taken you to Petunia because no one would have thought to look there. It was a good idea, at the time. After I sent word to her, Petunia likely responded but the Ministry must have intervened, they came directly to Dumbledore and myself and gave a pathetic reason, if it was ever a reason at all."

"She's been trying to get custody of you for eight years Harry-"

"Did mum look like you? Or you look like her?" Harry had interrupted Remus, he had to know he had to have some kind of idea what his mum looked like, "No-"

"Kind of, your mum had lighter red hair and lighter green eyes, not hazel but actually green eyes while- wait, I have a picture in my bag I believe, one moment," Remus stated and began rummaging through his small bag. Pulling out an album of photos, "Here we are." He said with a soft smile as he turned back to Harry giving the dear boy a sad smile as he handed an album to him.

Remus hadn't looked at that photo album in years, it always hurt when he'd look at the cover, but he always carried it with him, a chance to journey into his past at happier times where they were always able to smile and horse around.

They watched Harry take the large, red leather bound, album as he and Ron sat at a two chaired desk and began looking through the pictures. They found several pictures of Remus, James, Sirius and Peter through their first four years then the picture of Remus and Emma asleep on the train her first year. One of Emma being danced around the common room by Sirius and James with others clapping and laughing and smiling. Lily was captured on the sofa smiling happily as she watched, and the picture would start all over again.

As they continued flipping the pages, the two boys smiled bigger and bigger at all the fun they were having through the moving pictures, a few were Emma and Sirius, and her with the Marauder boys. Under one of the photos of the five of them read, "The Marauder's and Fox; Remus, James, Sirius, Peter & Emma" 1976 Nov. The picture had Emma hoisted up on the backs of both James and Sirius, everyone smiling and laughing then surprised as Lily and two others rushed into the side of the picture tackling Emma off Sirius and James knocking over the whole group.

Harry turned the next page, his smile softened. It was a picture of Emma on the Gryffindor common room sofa in front of their fireplace with Lily on the other end, both sisters were asleep, and both had an open book resting on their stomachs as they rested. Harry smiled and looked at Emma, "You two do kind of look like each other," he said wiping the tears from his face as he looked from his aunt then looked back to the picture, a sad smile on his face.

Emma had no idea what to do, but it was Harry that dashed from the desk and wrapped his arms around Emma's waist and began crying into her. Wrapping her arms around her nephew, Emma held him tight.

"Emma, I hate to break up this reunion, but it's almost curfew and I really don't think the boys want to be found out and about at this hour." Remus said with a sigh. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact Harry looked almost exactly like James. It was then he wished he'd stayed closer to Emma over the years, but it was too late for wishing things. All that mattered now was that Emma had Harry in her arms.

Halloween

Classes flew by fast, Hermione was constantly trying to get the two boys to quit running off into the night, and it hadn't helped that during their charm class when Ron had been pared with Hermione, that she showed him how to properly do the Levitation spell that he'd made probably the worst, yet best, mistake of his life as he and the others left class.

"It's Levi-O-sa! She's a nightmare, no wonder she doesn't have any friends." And just as fast as he'd said the words, Ron's shoulder had been purposely, and roughly, bumped into as Hermione rushed off.

Harry had seen her face streaming with tears and his laughter stopped instantly, "I-I think she heard you."

"So," Ron said, obviously uncomfortable as the group of boys watched her rush off, he too had seen her tearful face and he had to admit, he hated himself. He hated himself more when she hadn't shown up for the next class, even that of the last few classes of the day. He and Harry had both hoped she'd show for Dinner.

Hermione hadn't shown, to both boy's dismay.

This was when they began panicking and started asking around and down the table.

Neville had come back to them, worry full on his face, "Parvati Patil said she's been in the girls' bathroom all afternoon,"

Both boy's jaws dropped in worry, but at least she was still in the castle, thought they still felt terribly they'd made her cry, "What?"

"She wants to be left alone, so don't go lookin' for her...P-please?" Neville instantly shrank. He wasn't the bravest and had a bad habit of not standing up for himself. His Grandmother had always said he needed to grow a backbone, but Emma had calmed his fears of that by telling him to not worry too much but to try to stand up for himself. Because standing up for yourself was better than laying there and letting something happen to you, or worse, to someone else. But he'd still have to work on it because he was a very shy boy and a very easy target.

"Don't worry Neville, we don't have any intentions of going into the girls' bathrooms, ever." Ron sighed with a shrug, he felt like dirt and so did Harry.

Harry hated being bullied himself when he was at school, anywhere for that matter, he'd been bullied the whole ten years of his life but that was how he grew his backbone, because he was tired of it. So, why had he allowed himself to become a verbal bully, but a bully nonetheless?

They had all begun to get distracted after a while with the Halloween decorations, bats flying everywhere, flouting pumpkins, and other things around the tables with the food.

However, their excitement hadn't lasted long when Professor Quirrell burst through the Great Hall Doors screaming, "TROLL! TROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" then fainted.

The sudden scene sent mass panic through the students as they all jumped from their seats screaming and running around trying to figure out what to do while the Prefects attempted to calm their houses.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore shouted. The room went silent instantly, everyone froze in their strides as they all looked to him. Fear showing on their faces. "Calm down! Thank you. Now, Prefects shall escort their students back to their houses. Professors shall follow me to the Dungeons." Dumbledore clarified, releasing the Prefects to do their designated jobs as they led their students back to their house Common room as instructed, it wasn't until the Gryffindor's were heading down the corridors back to the Common room that Harry remembered Hermione had no clue what was going on, and likely still in the bathroom or walking around trying to figure out what happened at Dinner because the Great Hall was now empty. Either way, she was still in danger, this made him panic as he pulled Ron to a sudden stop and a bit off to a corner away from the students, "What is it?" Ron asked Harry confused. They were already far enough off the tracks to their common room as instructed for their safety they'd not only likely get into bigger trouble than already, but they could be killed too.

"Ron… Hermione! she doesn't know about the Troll," Harry explained with fear running through him.

Ron paled instantly, "Well, whe-where are we gonna find her, there's hundreds of bathrooms here, we could run to the wrong one or find the Troll and get ourselves killed."

"Ron, we have to try, we're the cause of her not being here in the first place!" Harry ranted. They were the reason she wasn't with them as they fled to safety. She could get killed.

"Oh alright, come on, I think I may know which one she may be at, but no promises." Ron huffed. No matter how much he shook in his shoes he knew Harry was right. They had to at least try to find Hermione.

The two dashed off down the corridors looking for Hermione in a frenzy, they just happened to get the bad end of the stick when they spotted a Troll going into a girls' bathroom, "Uh-oh."

"Come on," Harry pulled out his wand and grabbed Ron's cloak and pulled him behind him as they ran into the bathroom.

They were glad to find Hermione still alive, but the poor girl was backed against a stall, looking up at the Troll frozen in fear. "Hermione, move!" the boys were beyond glad that she had and moved herself into a stall, crawling to get out as the Troll swung in all directions at them.

Out of fear and instinct, Hermione screamed, "Help!"

"Hey!"

"Over here!"

The boys screamed throwing whatever kind of derby they could get a hold of, "Uh-oh," ducking, they took a short-relieved breath after the Troll missed them with its club by mere inches, the three students maneuvered around trying to get out of the bathroom alive.

Snape pulled Emma off to the side after everyone passed by them, he didn't need any more involved in this disaster. "Someone's after the Stone, come on, I may need help," Sadly that hadn't gone as well as either one had hoped.

"Why didn't you grab your wife, Severus." She asked sarcastically, she didn't care he'd drug her off from the other teachers, she just wanted to lighten up her mood because she was worried. Emma couldn't help the smile that grew on her face when Severus gave her a halfhearted grin, but it was his answer that really made her smile, "Because she's my wife and you're my best friend, I'd rather have you or her at my back rather than anyone -" Emma held back a scream as Fluffy suddenly came out of nowhere and bit down onto Severus leg. The sudden event and pain that overtook his legs had Snape screaming out in fear and pain.

Emma reacted as she always would and grabbed a hold of him, raised her wand and cast a spell at one of the three headed dog's noses'.

Fluffy yelped a bit and instantly released Snape's leg, "Come on, we need to get that look-"

"Professors, Gryffindor is missing three first years!" Mr. Filch shouted to them in panic.

Emma and Severus had an idea of who they were, "Granger wasn't at Dinner, do you think-"

Emma sighed with slight irritation, her eyes wide with realization and irritation, "Oh yes I think it... Ron and Harry must have gone after her. He's James's son alright, and Ron is Molly's and Arthur's son, of course those two went after her. Come on. We'll look at that when we find the kids." The two made the decision to split up. Snape would go for the kids and Emma would go for the rest of the Professors, who were thankfully already on their way to the girls' bathroom. They arrived in time to find the three students perfectly fine, a little rattled but very much alive. They had arrived before the other Professors, Snape rushing in first and everything went downhill from there.

Harry had seen the bite and blood rolling down Snape's leg, leading the boy to assume many questions and a viscous curiosity.

Snape, realizing his injury was visible, covered it immediately. His thoughts were along the line of 'a student doesn't need to see that, if they report it and I'll be out of the classroom for days' He and his students could not afford that kind of lost time, and he would be damned if he'd let an imbecile teach his class. However, that was the farthest thing from Harry's mind.

'What could have caused that? The dog covering the trap door? If so, what is the dog guarding and why was Snape there?'

"Harry, Ron - Oh, Hermione, are you three alright!" Emma fussed over the three, hugging the two boys tightly and checking Hermione for any injuries.

Upon Minerva's arrival, Hermione made an excuse as to why the three of them were not safely in the common room with the others. Emma had a hard time believing that story though, especially from the way the two boy's eyes widened from complete shock.

"Five points will be taken from Gryffindor... As for you two gentlemen. Five points shall be rewarded to each of you, for sheer dumb luck." Minerva huffed with relief and stormed out with the rest of the teachers on her heels, minus Snape, Quirrell and Emma, "Bett-er go, mm-might wake up." Quirrell said a bit jumpy and the kids stormed out in a hurry, worried the Troll would really wake up.

Emma and Snape watched Quirrell a bit closely as he jumped as soon as the Troll roared in its sleep and rushed out. But they both saw something, a slightly look of annoyance on his face, and something deep inside his eyes. The two of them looked at one another curiously. "What was that?" Emma asked a bit concerned she hadn't taken her eyes off the retreating teacher of the Defense against the Dark Arts. She still had no idea how he got the job when he was just a jumpy little rabbit that got spooked at anything and anyone that came around the next corner, the guy was paranoid!

Snape watched him with her, curious himself, "I have no idea..."

"Time to look at the leg wound Sev-"

"I have it handled, I'm fine… Emma I'm fine, see your nephews back to their common room and go to bed."

Severus had given her his stern look and she knew there was no point in arguing with him, she sighed kissed his cheek like she always had, and said their good nights, "Give the family my love, will you?"

"Of course," and with that, they parted ways.

Quidditch was starting soon and the first game of the year was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Everyone was excited, Harry was constantly asking Emma questions when she went on the field with the team to watch them practice and she had always told him, "Ask Mr. Wood, he's your captain," Harry would grin and always toss back at her, "But you were seeker too, just like me... Any tips?"

Oliver grinned, knowing exactly what she'd say, because he had once done the same to her, "Don't fall off your broom, it's never pretty."

"Have you ever fallen off your broom?"

"Yes, actually, my broom got side blinded by a Bludger and it knocked me off the broom. It was destroyed. I had to get a new one just to finish the game. Unfortunately, the Slytherin Seeker, Thomas Grey, wasn't so lucky. Poor kid took the brunt of the first one that came at us then I got knocked out of the sky after I got him into the stands with the professors and Poppy."

Everyone was shocked wide eyed, "Why'd ya help 'im? He was a Slytherin!?" one of the players asked, they seemed to be a bit offended she'd helped the kid.

Fred and George piped up in her defense, offended themselves since their friend and teammate had just questioned their dearest Aunts honor in Quidditch, "Because, she's a good team player!" Fred called out. George started where his twin left off, both moved back and forth in their little speech, "Yeah, how'd you feel if a Bludger took you out and the only one next to you was the opposite teams

player and refused to catch you once you've been hit head on by one of those things?"

"The boy broke a lot after that, he was lucky he got to play. Had she not helped him, he'd have either been dead,"

"Or never walked again! Let alone played Quidditch!" the twins faces where near red hot with anger.

Emma had to bite her lip to keep from grinning at the twins, she wasn't offended at all, simply because she knew that as the years had gone on after the War, the houses had been separated by anger and turmoil. No one any longer cared to befriend a Slytherin after what happened years ago in the first war. But everyone seemed to have forgotten that it wasn't just Slytherin's that were involved with Voldemort, there were a few of every house and every magical species.

Emma shivered when a thought of Peter Pettigrew came to mind. She had no idea why she felt the anger boil up in her when she thought of him, he'd done nothing, that she could remember. She'd have to talk to Severus or Mellena later. Though, maybe she'd talk to Remus instead, he seemed to have known Peter much better than her. She always felt terrible for not spending as much time with him if she wasn't with the boys, he was just as much a part of their friend group as any of them, but he seemed to have up and vanished every so often as a few of the last years moved forwards faster than she'd like to remember. "Come on, back to practice. McGonagall, Blue and I want to see you guys wiping the dirt with Slytherin, Severus is getting to high and mighty with his team." Emma grinned playfully. She adored Severus, but it was true, he'd been getting a bit high with the winning streak of Slytherin latterly over the few years, and it had begun to wear Emma a bit thin lately.

"Whose Professor Blue married too Aunt Emma?" Harry asked out of the blue and Emma was dumb struck, that had come out of nowhere from Harry, 'Wow, wait, what!'

"Pardon? Who says she's married?" Emma joked. But maybe she shouldn't joke about that stuff, she knew Mell and Sev were keeping things quiet about their marriage for the time being, so she didn't know how to answer that, "Ask her yourself if you're so curious." Emma held back a laugh when she saw his confusion, but she saw herself in his eyes that moment, it looked like he must have gotten his infuriating curiosity from her side of the family, because he too had the burning curiosity a cat wouldn't be envious of, just like her.

'Great. Curiosity killed the cat, just remember that Harry.' Emma thought a bit to dryly to herself. Though maybe she shouldn't be so sarcastic in that situation simply because her curiosity had in fact almost gotten her killed. 'Okay… So, maybe it should be Curiosity killed the Fox?'

Emma knew then she would have her hands full, but she looked forward to it. "I'm afraid I can't answer that, even if I wanted too it's not my place Harry." She smiled as she watched him sigh in defeat. For now, she had settled it, but it would come back and bite him in the butt ten times harder when he's either told or figures it out. Unfortunately, Emma had no idea Harry, Ron and Hermione were trying to figure out what was under the trap door Fluffy was guarding.

Quidditch Game

Emma sat in the stands with the Professors, Mellena had the kids with her. The teachers were the only ones who knew about Snape, Mellena and the kids. Unfortunately, that also meant that Voldemort knew, they just hadn't figured it out yet.

They cheered for their house teams, Slytherin or Gryffindor. The game was going great, until Oliver Wood was knocked out by the Slytherin Captain, Marcus Flint, who'd hit a Bludger at him, and grinned wickedly and continued the game, "Oliver!" Mellena and Minerva quickly grabbed a hold of Emma's arms putting her butt back in the seat, "Emma, no. Sit, let Madam Hooch and Poppy go get him. He'll be fine. See, they have him on the stretcher and off the field." They were right, she was not a team member anymore, she was a teacher, kind of, a teacher's replacement and aid along with being apart of security around the castle grounds.

Emma cheered the loudest with the kids and Mellena. Harry had found the snitch and took off after it but when his broom began acting up, she feared the worst. Emma took a breath and began to focus, grabbed Mellena's hand and channeled both their magic into stopping whoever was attacking his broom. Thankfully with both hers' and Mellena's help, Snape had been able to get the broom to stop faster than he thought and very grateful the kid hadn't fallen from the broom.

"Fire, you're on fire!" Everyone's attention was ripped from Harry as Snape began stomping on his cape, others knocking each other over, Professor Quirrell being one of the few that was knocked from his seat as everyone scattered away from Severus's burning robe.

"Aguamenti!"

"Thank you," Snape said wide eyed and thankful at his wife, they all sighed with relief as Harry swung back up onto his broom and went back to chasing the Snitch. He'd ended up falling off the broom and nearly swallowed in the process when he caught it. "GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Madam Hooch shouted as she blew the whistle. Cheers erupted everywhere, Snape had smiled for a split second before he frowned, realizing Slytherin had lost.

-A few days later-

"That's Hogwash! Professor Snape is one of the Teacher's protectin' the Stone- I shouldn't have said that..." Hagrid huffed a bit disappointed in the three kids walking with him. But his mouth had ran a bit too much. But it was too late to take it back the moment their heads turned to him in wonder and confusion. But it was Hermione who spoke up with more questions, "One of the teachers?"

'I think I need ta talk with Dumbledore,'

"Then why did he jinx my broom?"

With a tired sigh Hagrid continued moving for his little cottage, hoping they'd just stop asking questions, "Professor Snape would never endanger a studen'. You three are meddlin' in things you aren't to be! Particularly you Harry- Hey, where are ya goin'! hey! oh, bother."

They'd gone out that night in search for anything. Unfortunately, they had ran into Draco Malfoy, "Malfoy, what are you doing out at this hour?" Ron asked in shock at the boy, he looked a bit put out, like he'd found out some bothersome news.

Harry noticed a letter in his hand, probably sent a later message out after curfew.

Already tired and upset, Draco snapped to the three of them, it wasn't their business in the first place! "None of your business, Weasley. Though, I could ask you three the same thing, but not tonight, I'm not in the mood." Though the second he'd spoken the four had been found by none other than Professor McGonagall. She walked around the corner and clear her throat with clear annoyance and disappointment, "My office... Now. The four of you."

-McGonagall's Office-

"Nothing, I repeat, nothing, gives a student the right to be out of bed or common room, after curfew at this hour!" She snapped, taking a breath to calm her irritation, three of her own house and one of Severus's house, had been found out of bed at 11:25 pm by none other than McGonagall who'd been leaving the bathing room, she'd wanted a bath to relax herself from all the grading she'd been doing. "50 points will be taken from you,"

"50!?" Harry shouted in shock, Hermione and Ron's eyes had widened and both elbowed the boy, "Each," McGonagall said, a stern glare set of her face, "As a result the four of you shall receive dentition."

"Excuse me, Professor, I think I heard you wrong, I thought I heard you say the four of us?" Draco asked in shock, even though he too had been out after hours he wouldn't have been caught had he not ran into those three. First the letter, now this! He was in an outrage.

"Mr. Malfoy, you too, were found out of bed after hours. Therefore, you shall be joining your classmates in detention. Now, off to bed, by the way, Mr. Malfoy. Why were you out after hours?" She was the teacher after all, she had a right to ask, regarding his safety and the other three, but Draco had her concerned for some reason. He'd seemed upset at something already before she'd found them all four wandering around.

Draco couldn't help but panic a little and clutched the letter tighter in his palm, she hadn't seen the letter his father had sent him yet, and he didn't want anyone to see it. He'd cried for hours when he'd read it earlier that day and had just finally had the courage to write back to him demeaning why he was now forbidden from seeing his Aunt Mira.

"He was looking for us, he watched us leaving and was going to turn us in." Harry spoke up quickly, seeing the Slytherin's panic clearly, but if he could see it, then so could McGonagall, but she had nodded, taking the excuse, "Well, I'm sorry to say, Mr. Malfoy, that as Honorable as your intentions were, they were in vain... Now, off to bed."

Irritated that Harry had stepped up for him, Draco rushed him the moment they were away from McGonagall's office, "Why'd you do that, Potter! I didn't need your help." Draco growled with a glare to the boy who looked unaffected by his reaction to him, only angered him more.

"Because with how strong that grip of yours is, I saved you from having to give that letter to her, something I have a feeling you didn't want to happen." Harry clarified.

"And I suspect that now in return you want me to tell you what the letter says? Well, guess what, it's not happening. I'll see you in dentition tomorrow, Potter." Draco walked off in a hurry, his father's letter constantly re-reading itself to him in his head.

Harry knew the letter was very personal, but had hoped Draco would have tried confiding in him, they had, after all, shared a moment as possible friends after their first dentition a few months ago and he knew something was bothering the Slytherin boy, and for some reason Harry was concerned. Something had happened that had made Malfoy turn on a dime.

Draco,

Your Aunt Mira and you have both been forbidden from seeing each other.

She is no longer welcomed to our home, nor our family. Your mother has also been banned from seeing the woman.

You are not to have any contact with that traitorous witch.

I will know if any of you have contact with each other, there is no point in trying to do so.

Sincerely,

Your Father

With the words constantly on a loop in his mind, Draco had gone back to bed that night with tears running down his face, crying himself to sleep in silence.

Malfoy Manor

He'd found Narcissa writing to 'Mira'. But his raging anger had been let loss. Narcissa had made her first mistake when she had written Dear Emmie, on the letter she had been currently writing, telling Emma everything she'd found out. This betrayal to Lucius had clearly sparked his rage, and his terror. Lucius snatched the letter from the desk quickly and a verbal fight had begun. The Dark Lord was indeed coming back, and she had named the person he was currently using, a Professor that was currently inside the school with Emma's nephews and Narcissa's only child. And because of Narcissa's accidental slip, Lucius had figured it out. Emma had been disguised as his wife's cousin for years. Emma was Mira Black and he'd been infuriated and fearful his family would be mutilated once Voldemort was finally released and returned to power.

"Lucius, please don't do this! Draco's only a child, if he comes back, he'll demand to mark him, our son will be in even more danger, LUCIUS!" Narcissa screamed with terrified panic.

Her husband had turned on her in that very second, his own fears for himself, his family and their wealth and shouted at her in anger and pure terror, "If the Dark Lord wishes to Mark Draco as one of his followers so it will be, Narcissa! He is my son as well! The last thing I want is for him to be on the wrong side of this war. And I will not have my son as an enemy to the Dark Lord!" Locking her in their bedroom, he'd also gone as far as removing her wand from her, quills and papers, then proceed to send his son an owl that would fly directly to him that afternoon.