AN:

I am soooo sorry for taking so long to update originally I was going to write the whole of Philosopher's Stone but after reading through it again I realised it was my least favourite of the Harry Potter books. Also there would be a lot of filler chapters. I didn't think my story would go very well if I tried this so after thinking for a few days (something which will worry many people especially obliviouslywriting (my bestie and beta reader)) I decided to write the Chamber of Secrets instead. However there will be lots of flash backs to first year! I'm really sorry if this disappoints anyone.

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Chapter 2

"Have you ever done anything that you couldn't explain? Anything that no one else could do?" The young Black looked at the Professor in fear then reached a hand to tug on one of her curls. She then looked back up at the Professor and nodded. "That is because, Miss Black, you, like myself are a witch."

Emmeline lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She turned her head to the side and looked at the small clock on her bedside table, one of the very few items that she had unpacked when she had returned from her time at Hogwarts.

'2:51'.

Emmeline sighed and turned her head back to look at the ceiling. She had that nightmare again. No matter how many times she had it, she always ended up screaming and crying when she awoke.

In the past year since she had started Hogwarts she had started to understand that her nightmares were actually partly memories. She knew that the first part was the night that Voldemort came to Godrics Hollow and killed Lily and James Potter then tried to kill Harry and herself. It was the second part that she didn't understand but after having been in the Wizarding World she knew that it was true.

Five minutes later Emmeline heard a noise that sounded like an old car engine that was getting louder and louder as if it were getting closer and closer, but that was impossible as she was at the back of the orphanage and all that was there was a field. Suddenly her attic bedroom was illuminated. Emmeline bolted upright from her former sleeping position and looked out of the window beside her bed, what she saw amazed her: it looked to be a flying car. Her jaw dropped as she watched the car come towards her.

After about a minute the car came to a stop just outside the window. Inside she saw her two best friends Fred and George Weasley and their younger brother Ron (who also happened to be one of her friends, thank you very much).

"Heya Em, how's the holiday going?" snarked George. Emmeline was one of the very few people who could tell the two twins apart. Her face broke into a grin as the shock of seeing them wore off.
"Not too bad actually, but I've been locked in here since I got back." she replied with a cheeky smile but Fred and George knew from her eyes that there must have been more to the story.
"What have you done now?" asked Ron rolling his eyes at her ability to cause trouble.

"I forgot to turn my hair back to normal when I got off the train back to Manchester so Madame Brown practically had a fit when she saw it. It meant that I had a bit of trouble sleeping but I'll be okay by the time we get back to Hogwarts." she replied referring to her metamorphmagus abilities. "Anyway, what are you three boys doing outside my bedroom window four floors up at three in the morning?"

"You say that like we're up to no good," said Fred taking one hand off the steering wheel to lay it on his chest as if her words had wounded his heart.
"You two, just like myself, are always up to no good." Emmeline smirked.
"Well, anyway..." interrupted George
"We have come to rescue you from your evil captures!" Fred dramatically finished
"Aww! My knights in rusty armour! You couldn't come back in a shiny Volvo could you?" she giggled.
"Just get your stuff, will you?" mockingly huffed George as he opened the passenger door so that he could climb in through the window. Laughing, Emmeline got off her bed and collected the few things that she had unpacked and put them back in her trunk.

"What are you wearing!?" asked George who was now stood behind her. Looking down at herself she smirked at the hooded union jack 'onesie' she was wearing.

"Muggle fashion Georgie boy: it's pyjamas although some of the stranger Muggles wear them during the day." George just looked confused but picked up her trunk anyway and carried it to the window. Fred had popped the boot open and reversed to the window that George could get the trunk in. However as soon as George had shut the boot the car started to make noises that sounded very unhealthy.
"What did you do Fred?" exclaimed Ron the panic obvious in his voice.
"Nothing!" came the worried reply. Suddenly the car started to drop and Fred tried to steer it away from the building narrowly missing the back porch.
"This is so not good," said George running a hand through his hair this was a habit which Emmeline had come to know as one of the differences between the twins: both of them had nervous habits but George ran his hands through his hair whereas Fred would pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Don't panic I'm sure we can sort this out." replied Emmeline calmly. George gave her a look of disbelief but nodded anyway.
"Well then genius if we are locked in here four floors up how do you propose we get out of here?" he questioned sceptically.
"Oh come on George that's the easy part," said Emmeline as if the answer was the most obvious in the world. She then proceeded to start to climb out of her window.

"Emmeline Florence Andromeda Black what in Merlin's beard do you think you are doing!" panicked George reaching out to stop her.
"Getting out of here duh! George sometimes you can be so clueless! Come on trust me!" she said turning sincere at the end and quoting the words he had said to her the year before.

~10 months earlier~

"Come on Emmie you can do it!" Encouraged Fred softly, trying to get her to jump onto her broom off the top of the Quidditch stands. Emmeline just stood there shuffling her feet looking down at the broomstick in her hands.
"Come on," said George softly, "trust me." She lifted her head and nodded.
"Okay," she said before jumping off the stands and onto her broom, swooping up and down, laughing at how she had ever doubted that she could ever do this.
"I told you s-" started Fred only to have Emmeline interrupt him.
"Hey Fred, did you know 'I told you so' has a brother? He's called shut the hell up!"

With that the three friends flew around until the sun had gone down.

George sighed and let go of her arm allowing her to reach out and grab the drain pipe, she then went on to climb down it.
"Are you coming or are you just going to stay up there for the rest of your life?" She asked, her signature smirk gracing her aristocratic features. Suddenly realising what he had to do George paled, but remembering what she had asked of him he hesitantly climbed out of the window and down the drainpipe. At around three meters from the ground Emmeline jumped onto the grass and ran towards where Fred and Ron had managed to land the car.

Fred had the bonnet open and was pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked bewilderedly into the machinery.
"Fred?" asked Emmie after having inspected the engine, "You know the little dials behind the steering wheel?" The redheaded boy nodded in confirmation. "What did they show before the car stopped working?" Fred leaned into the open door and pointed to the fuel gage.
"It was pointing to 'E'. Why?"
"I think I've solved your problem boys." replied the girl with a grin. The boys looked at her in shock.

"How?" asked Ron incredulously.
"Easy. You're out of fuel!" The reply chimed
"And we get more where?" asked George.

Instead of replying Emmeline walked towards a metal shed, to the side of the garden, where she proceeded to remove a clip from her hair and place it onto the lock. After turning the clip for a short while: the padlock opened with a click.

After having disappeared into the shed for a few minutes, just as the boys were about to follow, she returned carrying a large fuel can. She then silently filled up the car's tank and replaced the can in the shed, making sure to lock it of course. When she returned the three youngest Weasley brothers were stood with their mouths hanging open.

Clapping her hands Emmeline announced, "Right are we going, or are you lot going to stand there until someone finds us?"

George was first to recover, "Um. Okay. I'll drive then."

"I call shotgun!" shouted Ron forgetting where they were and the time of night. After receiving dirty looks from the others he apologised sheepishly and climbed into the passenger seat. Emmeline rolled her eyes and climbed in also, the twins following not long after. George started the car and soon they were flying over the treetops, towards what would definitely be an exiting year.