Time for a new post! 
Emily knocked softly on their door and then peeked inside. George was sitting up in his bed while Fred was already snoring quietly.
“Hey, Ems. Is everything okay?” he whispered. She shook her head no.
“Come on in. Don’t just stand in the doorway,” he grinned. She returned it, but then her smile faltered.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered. She moved away from the door, toward his bed. She saw the map on his bed.
“Looking for anyone in particular?” she asked quietly.
“Maybe,” he replied. He glanced at her and then down again.
“How come you couldn’t sleep?”
“Every time I close my eyes, I see him,” she whispered shaking her head as if to shake the memory of the man from the posters.
“I know, Malfoy isn’t exactly a beautiful landscape. Is he?” George joked, patting the seat beside him. George grabbed the map and folded it up, placing it on his nightstand. Emily hit him playfully in the arm and then sat right across from him.
“You know who I meant,” she replied.
“I know,” George grinned,
“but I couldn’t help myself.” “It doesn’t add up,” Emily stated. She placed a worn book on the bed. George hadn’t noticed it before.
“What’s this?” he asked curiously.
“I took it from Rems’ desk. I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I was looking for parchment, but I found this instead.” Emily turned the book so George could see the spine. It had an SB etched in the side.
“What is it exactly? SB? As in Sirius Black, SB?” George asked.
“The one and only,” Emily replied.
“I’ve read most of it. I mainly skipped the middle. The end, it just doesn’t match up. He just doesn’t seem like a murderer.”
“Can I read some?” he asked her. She nodded and handed him the book. He opened the book, careful to not damage the binding anymore.
“1Sept.
I got sorted into Gryffindor! The hat told me my family could use some change. Boy am I glad! I met this guy named James on the train. He’s in my house too and he seems really sarcastic and funny. Just my type. I think we’re gonna end up great friends. Another guy, Remus, is also in our house. He’s pretty quiet, but witty too. I have a feeling Hogwarts is gonna be a blast...”
George stopped reading aloud and looked up.
“Not really the Dark Arts type, huh?” Emily asked him. George squinted, thinking. He turned towards the back of the book and started to read again.
“31Oct.
Just got back from Lily and James’. It was too much for me, I’m just not responsible enough. I’m afraid I might slip and mess everything up. James is my best friend; I can’t afford to slip. I told them they should switch to Pete. It’s the right choice, right? Amelia keeps telling me everything will be okay, but something still doesn’t feel right. I told Pete I’d check on him tonight, you know, being his first night and all. He still hasn’t responded. I have to go feed Ems, so I’ll write later. Everything will be okay, hopefully.”
When George looked up, Emily was wiping away her tears. He closed the journal and put it down between them.
“He was going to feed me,” Emily whispered.
“It was probably the last time we were together.” Emily glanced at George and gave him a half smile.
“Ems,” George whispered back, holding out his arms. She sat up on her knees and fell into his chest.
“He really did love you, Ems, and though it wasn’t written in that passage, it was between the lines.” George squeezed her shoulders.
“Read this,” Emily whispered, grabbing the book. She turned towards the back; the page was marked and it had tearstains splattered on it.
“How many times?” George asked.
Emily chuckled slightly. He knew her all too well.
“I lost count after five,” Emily whispered. George sighed, taking the book from her hands.
“4 March 1979
She’s beautiful. There are no words that can describe this little baby girl in my arms right now. She has my curls, or at least that’s what Amelia thinks. I think her hair will end up curlier than mine, but we’ll see. We named her after everyone we love except Flower’s name didn’t really fit. Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black, that’s what we named her. She’s perfect, every part of her. I know her heart will be perfect, too. I was nervous about being a dad, but Amelia and James knew I was ready, so did Remus. He has so much faith in me. I was so nervous; I just don’t want her to hate me. I want to be good, for her. When I saw her, my heart melted. She means the world to me. Remus and James adore her. Lily has already decided that her and unborn Harry will be the best of friends. We couldn’t decide between godfathers, so we picked two. Lily will be Emily’s godmother and Remus and James are her godfathers. I think it’s perfect. If she needs serious advice, she can go to Remus, but if she needs mischief advice, it’s all James. We thought it would be brilliant. I love Pete and all, but he gives Amelia the creeps and she doesn’t want him around Emily all too much. Emily’s starting to wake up, I have to go.”
Emily placed her hand on the stained page, tracing the quill marks with her fingertips. George let a tear escape before lightly touching her hand.
“I’m so sorry, Ems,” he whispered.
“He loved me. Why did he have to leave me?” she asked, sobbing into his chest.
“He left to protect those he loved.” George soothingly rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
“Do you think he betrayed Harry’s parents?” he asked her.
Emily shook her head quickly.
“I don’t think he did. Do you?”
“After that, I doubt it. What are you gonna do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, wiping away her tears.
“I thought I might show it to Dumbledore. Will you do it with me?” she asked him quietly.
George nodded, his head resting on top of hers.
“I’ll always be there for you, Emily.”
“Thanks, Georgie.” Emily closed the book and brought it up to her chest. She hugged it tightly to her heart, promising herself that she would do anything to help her father, because deep down she knew he was innocent.
Emily and George lay on his bed and talked for a while. Eventually, they both drifted off into sleep.
*Alrighty, I think I got the date of her birth right. She's a year older than Harry and I googled his birth date and it said 1980, so.... Let me know what you think please