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Chapter 12

October 28th - Dursley's

A knock came from the front door, "Must be Marge, I'll get it Petunia. Dudley, get your feet off the table... DUDLEY! Thank you!" He sighed, forced a smile and opened the door to welcome his sister. "Aw, Marge- you? W-what in the blazes are you doing here! Get off my property you wicked Beast!" He growled, however, his anger and courage only lasted seconds when the Witch before him gave him a stern glare. Her deep emerald eyes had always really freaked him out, as beautiful as they were when she was calm, she was always happy he got shivers and goosebumps over his body when he looked at them, but he was absolutely petrified when her eyes were cold and stone like, almost like they really were dangerously dark emeralds staring back at you, "U-um, Pe-Petun-unia, Emma's he-here. I, uh, I believe she's here for Harry's things."

Petunia had walked into the hall, dish towel in hand "What! With no prior notice!" yet Petunia froze in mid-step as she looked at the dark red-haired woman standing on their front porch, she thought she was going to have a heart attack as she stared at her little sister, "Li-Lily? B-but that's-"

"Impossible because she's buried six feet under next to her husband. How lovely to see you again Tunie. But Vermin is correct, I am here for Harry's belongings, if you haven't sold or tossed them out already." Emma had to fight back the wicked grin she wanted to show them, she was starting to get that a lot lately, truthfully, it was kind of getting annoying.

"That is preposterous! We'd never-"

"Oh, that's right, I'm sorry. You're too good for that, no, I believe you'd have probably burned them. Now, his room if you don't mind? I have students to get back too very soon and I'd like to have his things ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas."

Vernon paled deeper upon seeing a Taxi pull up, he watched the door open and heard his sister's voice booming out orders, then walking up to the porch as the Taxi took off down the road, like he'd just dropped off Lucifer. Vernon's stomach dropped when he saw a glare on her face as she looked Emma up and down, a nasty sneer as she took in the deep royal blue dress and over coat. "Who the devil are you? You're too old to be trick-or-treating, aren't you? A grown woman in that ghastly thing? Grow up dear girl and join the real world. Maybe you'll be lucky to find a real man to take you in to help you escape your poor fantasy of a life!" Marge barked out with a snide and snickering laugh.

Emma's brow rose, she hadn't turned from her sister and brother-in-law as one of her eyes began twitching with irritation and watched Vernon go red in the face with fear, his fists balling up trying not to cry and scream at his sister to run if she could.

Petunia paled and gasped with fear, a hand covering her mouth while Marge tried to move past Emma, though as small as the Witch was, Marge had found it difficult.

"Move, will you!" Marge barked. She suddenly became confused upon her hand feeling a bit swollen. Glancing down she found her hand and arm expanding, swelling as if she was being pumped with Helium, "What-what's this! Ver-Vernon! Vernon, do something!"

In a failing, hopeful, attempt to calm her sister down from possibly killing her sister-in-law, Petunia moved forward on shaky legs towards the front door and her husband, who had pulled Marge into the house to keep others from seeing this scene as Marge continued to inflate, "E-Emma, dear, please. Come in and g-get Ha-Harry's thing's… Please?" Petunia choked out, she was breathing heavily and in near panic as they began watching Marge swell up with air.

Emma simply smiled thankfully towards her elder sister, walked up the stairs and was appalled when she found she had to blow the lock off just to open the door. Her heart hit her stomach upon seeing a small cat door at the bottom of the door to slide a tray of food in. With an angry huff, Emma walked around and gathered everything off the walls, Lily's and James's wedding picture out at the fountain where they had said "I do," and anything else that was his, though she had left the ragged clothes that were far too big for him. "I'll get him more, poor boy needs clothes that will fit him, not near rages. Though, we should be grateful they even gave him clothes in truth." Emma sighed with a huff as she walked down the stairs. Her magically extinction charm on her bag she had tossed Harry's things in, walked into the living room and found the urns with hers' and Lily's name. Gently putting Lily's into the bag and glanced at her own, a sudden thought hitting her with a sad look and placed a gentle hand over the name and smiled at the name replacing her own, James Potter, then placed it into her bag with Lily's and walked out. All the while Dudley stared wide eyed at what was going on, "Mu-mum, wh-who was that?"

"Uh, y-your aunt Emma?"

Hearing his mother correctly, Dudley turned on the sofa on a dime quickly, his eyes wider than ever with fear, "But I thought you said she was dead!"

Potter's Estate - December 1992

"Why are you three so jumpy?" Emma asked the three second years, Hermione's parents had told her it was perfectly fine she had their daughter for the Holiday, they had been planning on going on a short vacation anyways and had been told by Hermione she thought they deserved some time without her around. They were up to something, but Emma had always thought it was rude to trample through someone's mind uninvited.

"Nothing, we're fine." The three kids said in suspicious unison, all smiling, hoping Emma would fall for it.

Emma had not believed it at al. Something was definitely fishy, "Okay, wash up, all of you. Dinner is almost done. After Dinner everyone gets to open one present early. I have a gift for Harry I don't think can wait and I don't see it fair if you all have to wait either, so one for one." She said, grinning when they all shouted with excitement as they all rushed around to wash up for Dinner.

"Mm, Emma this is amazing. Whose recipe is this?" Hermione complemented, a happy smile on her face like the others, "My sister's, but we got it from our mum, Lily just modified it, but both recipe's taste amazing."

They sat around the table, all happy and smiling. Remus was supposed to be there, but he'd said he had to work till late, though he'd be back as soon as he could. It was when Harry piped up that Emma had to smile wide, "Mum liked to cook then?"

"Yes, she was amazing at it, amazing at a lot of things really, your dad played along the lines of pranks, but he settled himself down around his and your mum's 7th year. That was also the year he proposed, during Christmas actually. It was cute and dare I say, very smooth if I'll admit it. Which I very much am willing to do."

"What were they like?" It was a very fair question. He never had the chance to know them.

"They were a pair made for each other. James and Lily were both outgoing, smart in their own ways with hidden talents. James had a bit of a... A bit of a mean streak sometimes, he and Professor Snape didn't get along too well. Okay, they never got along, except for at the end, but they only saw eye to eye as equals in life eventually and that's what mattered even if they never would have, at least not in my opinion, been friends, unfortunately. Your mum was a warm-hearted person that always tried to see the good in people. She had a temper though when me or James angered her, you should have seen her face when I pulled my first prank on her, by accident of course. I was intending it for Petunia, but Lily walked into it and it was not pretty... For me." She giggled at the memory;

Lily was soaked in water from the garden hose that had spraying blue water coloring all over the place outside and on her white outfit, her red hair had even been stained for almost three weeks and her pale skin hadn't walked away free either. Emma had been scolded and given chores for a month and grounded for three months. But what made her nearly shiver was how angry Lily had been. She had chased Emma around the house getting the blue dye all over their parents brand new white carpet.

"ROSE! YOU ARE SO DEAD LITTLE GIRL! I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL IN A WEEK THIS WAY!" Emma knew seconds after she heard Lily screaming her middle name that she was done for. Truthfully, Emma was lucky she even made it the next year without having revenge put back at her or made it to see Hogwarts. She was sure Lily was going to strangle her.

Emma had honestly done the only thing she knew she could do, she ran and hid for a whole week until Lily was gone, did the chores, cleaned up the stains as best she could and made sure everything was kept nice and clean, nothing in Lily's room was messed with.

Emma had attempted to prank Petunia extra good when Lily had gotten back home in hopes it would make her feel better. A water bucket had gotten up onto Petunia's half open door, only it had backfired when their parents caught Emma in the process and ruined the harmless prank it was supposed to be. Petunia had been left with a scar on her hand trying to guard herself when the bucket had come down in the worst sort of way, butt first and the plastic rim of the edge had sliced her hand. How it had happened they'd never know, it just had.

Emma had cried herself horse because she had hurt her sister and watched as Petunia not only began panicking but screaming and crying in pain because her hand had been cut deeper than they had thought. She had to get six stitches because of it, deep tissue sutures and skin sutures. They were lucky the bucket hadn't sliced any tendons or ligaments.

After that, Emma stuck to poor pranks that would never work because she had been stuck with the fear of hurting another person. Hints why none of her pranks ever worked at school, she just tagged along with the Marauders and took the detentions as they did because she enjoyed how their pranks worked, they were still funny and physically harmless, though she would walk up the next day and apologize for being a part of the pranks, mostly to students because she knew how it felt to have it happen to you and not realize that people were in fact laughing at you and not with you, that was also one of the worst feelings she had felt when she was a kid.

She had become a prankster and class clown, sort of, due to having a poorly played 'prank', played on her in first grade and had thought they were all laughing with her, when, in fact, they were laughing at her. She had gotten the nickname 'one eyed blackjack', because some kid had set up a homemade rock sling, put a baseball into said sling then set and aimed it at her on purpose. Why they gave her that kind of a nickname she had no idea, it didn't even go along with her name in the first place. Then again, they were just kids, mean kids, but still children.

The baseball had hit her face first and she'd gotten a big black eye, lost three front teeth and nearly broke her nose. She had cried of course but had laughed about it the next few weeks because others were saying it was funny. She hadn't realized at that young of an age that they were in fact laughing at her for thinking it was not only funny but because they were bullying her. They all thought she was a freak. Emma could always make something move or levitate without even flinching or touching it and had the greenest thumb in her class at the age of six. To her classmates that was weird, she had been happy when Petunia had marched her into the Dean's office of the school and lit into them about what was going on, "I'm acting on this now as her big sister before our parents are informed, and yes they will be informed of this! Bully's should suffer the same consciousness of their actions they do to their victims and don't you dare tell me that she is not considered a victim because she laughed with them for weeks at a time! SHE'S SIX, SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THIS!"

But Emma had been even happier when she got the letter from Hogwarts when Emma turned eleven. Bullying had clearly stopped upon her arrival at Hogwarts, besides that train incident.

Bringing her mind back to the children in front of her, staring at her with wonder and curiosity Emma smiled big and let out a calming sigh trying to get her mind off the depressing thought that she was now the last Evans of her family, she no longer had sisters to guard her or protect her, she was on her own, technically, "Is everyone done with dinner?"

"Yes, Aunt Emma," all the kids said cheerfully, even Hermione, and Emma had to smile happily at the blushing girl, "Alright, everyone in the Living room, one present, and don't worry, each of you has more than one. Harry, I will be handing you your gift. Come along kids, dishes in the sink."

Emma moved everyone into the Living room after cleaning the table of the dishes. She watched with joy as each kid grabbed one gift they wanted to open while Harry sat in the large armchair with Ron and Hermione and walked up to him with a small gift-wrapped envelope. She couldn't help the excitement as he unwrapped it and opened the envelope, read the letter of permanent Guardianship already signed, "Y-you won? I'm yours? Really! I don't have to go back?" He shouted with excitement and jumped from the chair.

Harry hugged his Aunt, tears of pure joy rolling down his face. He had a home, a home with a loving family member, his Aunt, his Witch Aunt. Someone who knew his parents and loved them as much as he wished he had the chance to do. The only thing he somewhat found odd was that Emma thought she looked nothing like Lily when she could nearly pass as her twin as she got older, her hair and eyes were only darker than Lily's and her face was just slightly more rounded.

January 1993

She knew the kids were up to something, they had snuck out of the house and she found they had flooed themselves back to Hogwarts. Sitting in the armchair with a book in hand, Emma read until they came back, only problem was, Hermione was not with them. "Just a few questions, boys… Why did you go to Hogwarts near after hours but now you're back home without Hermione. And just to be very clear, it's nearly 2 a.m." She sat staring at the two boy's waiting for an answer as they stared back with slight fear in their eyes and mouth hanging open. "Well, I'm waiting for an answer. Or, do we have to go back to the school and search for-"

Ron and Harry felt shivers run up their spine like a snail inching its way up when the fireplace roared again, silencing their Aunt's interrogation. The sound of heels clicking with contact of the wood floors of the Manor, what made it worse was their Aunts reaction to the person that had stepped through.

"Minerva? Whatever is the matter?" Emma asked the clearly irritated Professor. She knew that look all too well. Someone, or someone's, were in very deep trouble.

'We're done for!' Both boys screamed to themselves.

Emma was utterly confused as she watched the Professor walk from the Fireplace and looking rather infuriated. Emma knew that look on the Professor, because she herself and the Marauders had caused it a few times themselves, but now she really wanted to know what was going on,

"Weasley, Potter, I need a private word with your Aunt… Now." That tone was never good, Ron had to force himself just to choke out a response for the Professor, he knew Harry was probably too shaken to say anything at the moment, "Y-yes Ma'am,"

The boys scurried away back up the grand staircase back to their rooms. Though, they had a feeling they'd likely be sharing a room for a few nights. They had both shrank with fear and literally clung to one another when they heard Emma scream, "THEY DID WHAT!"

Harry was nearly petrified himself, he'd just gotten a family and loved his Aunt, but man when she was angry you knew it immediately, and her shout had only scared the poor boy lifeless as he gulped and choked out, "And I thought Aunt Petunia was scary when angered."

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