Life within the Lupin household seemed to be a dream. Every morning an owl would deliver a newspaper and expect to be paid with a little bronze coin called a knut and later on throughout the day, owls would arrive with mail. Items in the house seemed to have a mind of their own. After meals, the kitchen sink would turn itself on and begin to bubble, creating the perfect concoction for the plates to be scrubbed clean. With a swish of Remus' wand, the house would begin to clean itself – the only bed in the house would make itself tidy and crisp and the broom would sweep the floors as though an imaginary person held on to it.

While the magic kept Emily amused, she couldn't help but feel terrible for the man who had taken her in. The first day she had arrived, Remus had insisted that she take the bedroom and that he would be perfectly fine with sleeping on the couch. She wondered how he managed to sleep on the couch, but was often times kept too busy during the day to muster the strength to climb out of bed and see.

Emily's days were spent reading or running errands with Remus and sometimes picking up new pieces of clothing for herself from second-hand shops. What she was looking forward to most was the trip to Diagon Alley, which consisted of magic shops. She discussed this matter with Remus' parents who had stopped by several days before to meet her.

"Oh, she is absolutely beautiful!" Remus' mother had exclaimed, tears rolling down her face as she pulled Emily into a tight hug.

Awkwardly, Emily had given the woman a pat on the back, looking at Remus over the woman's shoulder with a slightly perplexed look.

He had put his hands in his pants pockets and shrugged, amused at what was occurring in front of him and extremely grateful for the packages he saw his father carried, as he knew they would contain clothes for Emily.

Emily didn't think it would ever be possible for her to truly forget that moment. While she finally felt as though she had a family, Emily still didn't receive an answer on the peculiar circumstances that she was suddenly adopted. Finding she was enjoying her new life, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind, not wanting to truly worry about it until later on.

The days continued to pass and it was finally time to visit Diagon Alley. Remus and Emily climbed into the beat up car that he owned and it trundled along to London, where they would be spending the night.

"If you're a wizard and brooms can fly, why don't we just take that to London?" Emily asked on their ride, looking from the road, to the rolling hills outside her window, and back to Remus.

Remus could only laugh heartily at her question, "Well my dear, it would be awfully strange if a Muggle were to see us flying through the sky, wouldn't it? It's easier to act as normal to them as possible."

The answer Remus has given her was suitable as she sat back in her seat and relaxed, watching the world go by on their two-hour trip to the city. Emily had been to London before, but only with the orphanage and they were never on the streets for longer than a few minutes before they were ushered into a building. She was excited at the prospect that she would finally get to look around and enjoy her time out.

Three hours had nearly passed by the time they had reached a place to park and had set out to where they needed to go.

"This is just one entrance to Diagon Alley," Remus said a short while later as the two approached what appeared to be a grungy bar. People in all directions walked by without even glancing at where they were passing by. On either side of the bar were a bookstore and a record store.

Emily looked up to read the sign above the door – "The Leaky Cauldron." She looked at Remus curiously, not sure of what to do or where exactly it was they were supposed to be going.

Remus smiled at her and proceeded to enter the pub, motioning for Emily to follow.

Entering the pub was like entering an almost completely new world. Throughout the pub were people wearing different sorts of funny clothing, both bright and extremely dark. Very few people turned to look at them as they walked in and only returned to what they were doing. Remus continued on to a door located across the way and proceeded on and out back to the outdoors. Once back outside, the two stood outside of a brick wall.

"You've taken us the wrong way!" Emily said, motioning to the wall and looking at Remus slightly aggravated.

"My, you are impatient today," Remus said, walking up to the wall and touching a brick with his wand. At once, the wall began to move, the bricks folding to create an entrance way into what Emily thought was the most beautiful place in the world.

In front of Emily was the beginning of new opportunities. She looked at Remus with a huge smile on her face and took his hand, pulling him along to join her on her first new adventure into the world of magic.

"Well, it looks like we've got all of your supplies," Remus said, leaning back in his chair. Emily nodded and looked at the packages sitting on the floor beside her. The two had stopped back into the Leaky Cauldron to eat before heading up to their room for the night. She stared at the rectangular box on top of everything she had gotten during the day; courtesy of the money Remus' parents had given her.

"What type of wand chose you?"

"It's 11 and a quarter inches, hazel, with a phoenix feather core," Emily said, "The man said my mother's wand was similar."

Remus nodded slowly. "Yes, your mothers wand was indeed similar, not quite the same type of wood, but the rest is the same."

"How do you know my mother's wand was like mine?" Emily asked, questions flooding her thoughts.

"Your mother and I, we were very, very close," Remus said. "Now go on up to bed. You needn't worry about things right now and you'll soon have a very busy week. I'll have them send your items up to the room, so just head on up. I'll be there shortly, I just have to go somewhere."

Emily stood up resigned, and made her way up the stairs to their room. She had learned early on that some questions were never answered with Remus. When she walked into the room, she was only somewhat surprised to see that all of her packages were indeed in the room. Emily yawned and climbed into the bed closest to the window and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Emily woke up to a light hooting. Upon the nightstand was a cage with an owl with a long face and light brown and tan feathers. Beside it was a letter, which she picked up and read.

I had to go and run a few errands, but this owl is yours. You can't expect to go through your first year at Hogwarts without speaking to me, can you?

-Remus

Emily smiled broadly at the owl that only made another soft hoot. Things were looking far better than Emily could have ever imagined. She couldn't wait for the moment she set foot in Hogwarts any longer.