AN: Hi thanks again for reading. PLEASE REVIEW (I love reading them). I tried to get this chapter up as quickly as I could even though I had the school play which for some reason teachers think it means that they can give you three times as much homework as the stuff you missed. Then I was away on holiday and didn't have my laptop with me. PLEASE forgive me! Also some people were quite upset that I missed out first year, again I am really sorry but there will be lots to flashbacks to it! Thank you again to everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited! x

Warning: Mention and effects of child abuse in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN! (although I wish I did)

Chapter 3

Emmeline sat in the car staring out at the night's sky as they flew towards Surrey, where they could collect Harry Potter, the boy who lived, from his Aunt and Uncle's home.

A loud snore broke through the comfortable silence that had fallen upon the car's occupants. George chuckled at his younger brother's sleeping habits just as said boy attempted to roll over, whilst in an upright seat resulting in him hitting his head on the window. The hard impact, apparently, had no affect on the sleeping boy.

Deciding this to be the best time to bring up the looming subject, Fred tentatively spoke up.

"What really happened when you got back from Hogwarts, Em?" he watched curiously as his best friend's shoulders tensed up like they always did when she was upset. After being answered only by silence he reached out and pulled her tiny frame across the seats towards him, and put an arm around her. George briefly turned to look at the pair and smiled to himself as he returned to his previous position.

"Em?" Fred tried again. The girl only bit her lip and shook her head whilst looking down at her hands. Her hair had now turned a pale grey, a sign of her depressing unhappiness.
"Didn't we get past this secrecy last year?" asked George raising an eyebrow at her in the rear view mirror. The preteen girl nodded, still looking down. Realising that he was not going to get a proper response from Emmeline unless she had more encouragement, Fred gently lifted her chin making her look at him. He looked into her eyes - which were the only way to ever determine her exact emotions - and saw something that he had not expected.

He knew that there would be pain (which there was although he hated that fact) he also knew that there would be sadness , but what he was not prepared for was the panic and the helplessness. Two emotions which he had never seen his best friend show before. Emmeline was always so calm and determined that, to see her like this - both scared and angered Fred. What had these people done to her?

Realising that his friend needed him to comfort her, he pulled her into a hug almost pulling her into his lap. At the sudden contact and show of affection Emmeline immediately tensed up but after a few seconds relaxed into the warm embrace.

She didn't cry.

Emmeline never cried.

At least not since the night that she lost everything. Both Fred and George agreed that the day that Emmeline did cry would be a very bad day indeed. After about five minutes Emmeline twisted to get into a more comfortable position but ended up hissing in pain.

"Em, what was that?" asked George in a firm but caring voice.
"Nothing," was the mumbled reply.
"Emmeline Florence Calypso Black! You being in pain is not nothing!" said George seriously, something that was very rare for him to be.
"When I got back, I got into a bit of a fight…and I was punished." she trailed off at the end.
"I thought the physical punishments had stopped?" said Fred sadly.
"That was because they started after I last spoke to you. After the first owl I sent back, the other kids found it funny to throw rocks at Errol so he won't come anywhere near the orphanage anymore." Came her bitter reply.

"Don't worry you won't have to go back there until next year." George said,
"Yeah, and Mum will feed you until you explode because she thinks that anyone that walks through the door is too skinny." Fondly chuckled Fred
"I guess..." said Emmeline cheering up slightly as her hair changed back to its original array of colours.
"Get some sleep," said George, "We'll wake you up before we get to Surrey."
"M'kay" replied Emmeline as her lack of sleep finally caught up with her. She vaguely acknowledged someone placing a blanket around her as she slipped into a blissful unconsciousness.

When Emmeline woke she was very warm, not too warm but that nice sort of warm that makes you want to stay that temperature for a long time. Opening her eyes, she realised that she was still in the flying car. Also to her great embarrassment it seemed that she had been steeping, practically on Fred's lap.

"Have a nice nap?" smirked George struggling not to laugh at the shade of crimson that his best friend's hair had turned. After checking to make sure that Fred was asleep she replied,
"Shut up you, why can't you go and drive yourself off a cliff or something like that?"
"Well that master plan of yours has failed in two ways my friend," laughed George. "Firstly, you have failed to realise that this car is flying. Secondly, if I were to do so now then you would also die." he continued putting on a snobbish accent that made him sound something that seemed to resemble Draco Malfoy, a boy in Emmeline's year who believed in Pureblood supremacy. Replying in the most grown up way she could, Emmeline stuck her tongue out at him to which he replied, yet again imitating Malfoy, "Wait till my father hears about this!" After hearing that Emmeline promptly burst into a fit of giggles, waking Fred in the process.
"What's so funny?" questioned Fred groggily.
"Well mate, Emmeline here was waiting for you to stop using her as a teddy bear." Teased George, this led to Fred letting go of her as if she had shocked him and the other two burst out laughing.
"He's only joking Fred, George was just showing me his Malfoy impression."

Around half an hour later, they were flying over Surrey and starting their descent towards the Dursley house. Ron had woken up about fifteen minutes beforehand and the four youngsters were chatting excitedly between themselves only to stop in shock as they realised that there were bars on one of the windows; specifically Harry's window which he was currently looking out of in awe.

"All right Harry?" asked Ron "What's been going on? Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times -"
"Ease up Ron, let him think!" laughed Emmeline but her words were ignored as Ron continued.

"…And then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles!" The other occupants of the car shared a look and rolled their eyes at the boy's ramblings. Emmeline tuned out the rest of the conversation as she looked around at the quaint neighbourhood.

"Stop gibbering," said Ron, "We've come to take you home with us."

"But you can't exactly use Magic to break me out either -" Started Harry but only to be cut off by his best friend.
"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head towards the other three in the car. "You've forgotten who I've got with me." The three in question all gave Harry their signature mischievous grins. Within the next five minutes they had successfully managed to remove the bars from the window without waking the Dursleys.
"Get in," said Ron.
"But all my Hogwarts stuff; my wand, my broomstick ..."
"Where is it?" asked George.
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room -"
"Easy peasy!" smirked Emmeline.

"Move over Harry." said Fred. The three pranksters climbed carefully through the window into Harry's room. Emmeline then, for the second time that night removed her hair clip and picked the lock on the door. The small click signalled her success as the door swung open.

"Bravo my lady!"
"Yes, marvellous!" Fred and George congratulated as Emmeline mock curtseyed. Harry stared dumbfounded as the trio left his bedroom.
"I think we're going to have to get used to that sort of behaviour." said Ron. Harry just nodded as the trio returned with his broomstick, wand and trunk. They all froze when they heard Harry's Uncle Vernon cough, then hurriedly put all of Harry's belongings into the car as Emmeline climbed into the driver's seat as the boys struggled to get Harry's trunk into the car. Uncle Vernon coughed again. With a bit more effort the trunk finally slid onto the back seat of the car.

"Okay, let's go" whispered George. Everyone except Harry was in the car now but as he climbed onto the window sill, a sudden loud screech appeared from behind him.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!" Uncle Vernon's thundering roar declared.
"I've forgotten Hedwig!" Harry rushed to grab his owl as the landing light clicked on. Harry was just climbing back onto the window-sill when the door crashed open. Uncle Vernon let out a bellow like a bull and charged towards Harry grabbing him by the ankle. The three boys pulled Harry towards them as hard as they could.
"Petunia!" roared the red faced Uncle Vernon. "He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"
The Weasleys gave an almighty tug and finally Harry was sat in the car with Uncle Vernon hanging out the window still holding onto Harry's foot.
"Step on it, Em!" yelled Fred and as the car moved away from the house Uncle Vernon fell out of the window and into the bushes below. Harry shut the door as there burst of laughter erupted. Aunt Petunia ran out the back of the back door to help Uncle Vernon whilst Dudley stared, dumbstruck, at the car that was now flying away.
"See you next summer!" called Harry. And with that they flew off towards the Weasley home. The Burrow.

AN: I know I'm doing this from the books but the part where Vernon falls out of the window in the film was just too funny to miss out! Anyway please review and thanks for reading!