1995. 8. 27

Emma awoke to someone shaking her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she almost screamed when she realized that it was Kreature doing the shaking. "Kreature?" She whispered, "What are you doing here?" The house-elf looked as bitter as ever as he replied, "Master Sirius sent me to fetch the young mistress."

A wave of relief washed over Emma. Her father was going to rescue her! Smiling, she took a hold of Kreature's hand before saying, "Take us home, Kreature." With a pop, the two apparated out of the room and reappeared inside Grimmauld Place. Emma opened her eyes to see an empty kitchen. Where was her father?

She did not have to wonder long, for a long crash, followed by the thumping of two sets of feet running down the stairs, resounded through the house. "Emma!" A man's voice shouted- one that Emma recognized to be her father's. Before she could reply, Sirius Black tore around the corner, almost colliding with the china cabinet.

Emma's smile brightened as she ran forward, leaping towards her father, wrapping her arms around his neck. The two of them laughed, holding each other tightly. Remus was standing behind Sirius, smiling as well, glad that Sirius had indeed listened to him and sent Kreature. "Thank you, Kreature. You didn't encounter any trouble, did you?" Kreature snarled at Remus, muttering insults as he pushed past the people and proceeded up the stairs.

"I'm so glad you're safe, darling! What happened?"

"The last thing I remember going around a corner on my way to the market. When I woke up, I was in a large house."

"Was anyone there with you?"

Emma really did not want to answer that question. She knew her father hated Severus Snape- he made that clear when he found out that he had been tutoring Emma while Sirius was in Azkaban- , but she had convinced him to let Snape stay her tutor. However, if she mentioned that Snape was there with Voldemort, he would never let her go to another lesson again.

"Bellatrix... Percy... Lucius... and Voldemort."

Sirius and Remus' eyes widened in shock.

"What did he want?"

"I don't know. I can't remember much." That was a lie. Emma remembered every second of her meeting with Voldemort, but she did not want to relive it in her mind- that and her father would absolutely freak. Convinced, Sirius embraced Emma in another hug, running his fingers through her hair. "I bet your hungry. What do you say we make some supper, shall we?" Emma nodded. Glancing over at her uncle, she could see that she did not have him convinced, for he was giving her a rather curious glance. She knew that he would inquire her privately later.