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“I know,” he said. He kissed her full on the lips and then on the cheek. She looked back at him once more before she swung her leg over her broom. She zoomed through the night air and into the open window of her dormitory. And it was in the nick of time. She had just enough time to throw the cloak under her bed, sit down, and throw her broom by her trunk before Dolores Umbridge herself bounded into the room.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“In here ever since our delightful meeting by the lake,” Emily said sarcastically.

“Don’t give me your lip,” Umbridge said. She was infuriated. “Why is the window open?” she asked suspiciously as she walked towards it to look out into the grounds. Emily hoped beyond hope that George was out of sight.

“I got hot. I like the cool, night air,” Emily responded indifferently.

“Why are you out of breath?” Umbridge asked.

“I was finishing my...crunches. They’re part of my workout at night,” Emily lied.

“I see,” Umbridge said with a twisted smile. “And why, Miss Black, is your broom out?” Umbridge looked like she had finally caught her. Emily thought quickly.

“I was going to clean it when I finished my workout. The kit is just in my trunk,” Emily said. Her palms were getting sweaty and she was a nervous wreck.

“I believe you are lying to me, Miss Black.”

Emily looked around the room. Ginny looked at her in fear. McGonagall stood in the doorway with many girls behind her, watching the scene before them. “I don’t know what you mean,” Emily replied as impassively as she could muster.

“I think you know exactly what I mean. I have many spies, Miss Black. They told me they saw you with Weasley.”

“That’s impossible. He’s not at school anymore. You know that. And exactly how would he get back in?” Emily asked barely above a whisper.

“I was about to ask you the same exact question. How did he get in?” Umbridge asked. Emily said nothing. She shook her head slightly. “Well then, if you won’t tell me, I have no choice—fifty more points from Gryffindor, Miss Black. And I believe I will have to confiscate your broom until you decide to tell me the truth.” Umbridge made for Emily’s broom, but Emily was quicker.

She acted on impulse. Emily grabbed her broom with one hand, pulling out her wand with the other. She swished the small stick and all of her things went directly into her trunk. Umbridge was still standing there in shock when Emily attached her trunk to her broom. She swung her leg over and held tightly to her owl’s cage. She looked at Ginny and gave her an apologetic smile.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Umbridge yelled.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving,” Emily replied, kicking off from the ground.

“I forbid you to leave this room,” Umbridge yelled. “Somebody stop her!” Nobody moved. Umbridge must have forgotten that she was in the house of Gryffindor not Slytherin. Emily zoomed through the still open window toward the Whomping Willow. Her wand held tightly in her outstretched hand, she pointed it toward the knot. The Willow became completely still as Emily zoomed through it. She rushed through the halls and knocked out one of the boarded up windows into Hogsmeade. Emily didn’t stop flying though. She kept going until she made it to Diagon Alley. She found George and Fred’s shop easily from the window display and rushed inside. All of her stuff clambered to the floor. Fred looked round at her, completely surprised.

“Emily! I thought—George just got—what are you doing here?” Fred stuttered. Emily didn’t respond or stop moving. She left the stuff and ran up the stairs where she assumed George would be.

Rounding the corner, she slowed own. George was sitting in an armchair, staring at the mirror, probably waiting for her to call him. He turned around, expecting to see his twin.

“Emily! What are you doing here?” he shouted at her. Like with Fred, she didn’t answer. He stood up slowly, just looking at her with bug eyes. Emily ran to him and he opened his arms for her. She started crying into his chest. "What happened, Ems? You weren’t expelled, were you? Remus is going to kill me!” George said.

Emily shook her head. “She knew you were there, but I wouldn’t admit to it. Then she said she was going to confiscate my broom, and I lost it. I just grabbed my broom, used my wand to put my things away quickly, and left. I couldn’t stay there, Georgie,” she whispered into his chest. George slowly led her to the chair he was sitting in before and sat down, pulling her into his lap.

“Everything will be okay, Ems,” he whispered. Fred appeared in the room with Emily’s luggage. She looked up at him.

“You didn’t have to get it,” she said to him with a watery smile.

“Oh but I did,” he said seriously. “We’re trying to keep the place clean and organized, Ems. As in we don’t want your stuff cluttered up on the floor,” he said, shaking his head. He crossed the room. “I’ll put it with George’s stuff.”

“Thanks, Freddie,” Emily said. She got up from George’s lap and crossed the room to Fred. She gave him a big hug. “I’ve missed you too,” she said. Fred lightly kissed her cheek, chuckling.

“Good to have you back,” he said. Emily giggled and then went back to George.

“Now all I have to do is tell Remus,” Emily said with a disgusted look.

“Good luck with that one,” Fred said with a laugh. He tossed her some parchment and a quill. “Have fun,” he snickered. Emily stuck her tongue out at him and started scribbling down what happened. She borrowed George’s owl and sent it off.

“I hope he’s on a mission and doesn’t get it for a couple weeks,” Emily said hopefully. George nodded, a smile creeping to his face. Within minutes, Bluejeans swept through the room and landed on top of his cage. Emily smiled, internally thanking Ginny for sending him.

They continued talking for a few hours until someone yelling made them turn extremely quiet.

“Emily James Remus Amelia Sirius Black!” somebody yelled from downstairs.

“I don’t think he was on a mission,” George whispered. Emily stared at the door in terror.

“I know you’re up there, young lady! Get your butt down here right now!” Remus yelled.

Emily looked back at George. He started shoving her out of his lap, helping her stand. “Good luck,” he said quietly, starting to sit back down.

“You’re not going with me?” Emily asked, frightened.

“Down there? With you? And an irate Remus? No thanks, I’m good. I’d like to still be alive tomorrow,” George said with a serious look.

“So you’re just going to let your girlfriend be murdered?” Emily asked.

George sighed. “Fine, let’s go face the music together,” George said. He stood up and took her hand, walking to the door.

“EMILY BLACK, I AM COUNTING TO THREE BEFORE I COME UP THERE MYSELF,” Remus yelled. “ONE!” he started. Emily took a big breath.

“I’m coming,” she squeaked. They went down the stairs slowly. Emily was clutching George’s hand like it was a lifeline. He squeezed it reassuringly. She glanced at him and gulped loudly.

“Remus, I can explain,” she said quietly.

“GOOD BECAUSE I’D LOVE TO HEAR IT!” he shouted.

Emily gulped again. “Remus, I—”

“WELL?” he shouted, interrupting her.

“Hey, how do you expect her to explain if you’re just going to interrupt her?” George asked angrily.

Emily stared at him with wide eyes. She loved him for sticking up for her, but he was going to make things worse. “George,” she whispered. He looked over at her with an apologetic smile.

“DON’T THINK I’VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU, YOUNG MAN! I KNOW VERY WELL THAT THIS HAS TO DO WITH YOU! YOU’RE A BAD INFLUENCE! I REFUSE YOU TO SEE HIM ANYMORE, EMILY!” Remus said, looking at her. George clenched his teeth but bit his tongue.

“Stop it, Remus,” Emily said. “I refuse to stop seeing George, so don’t even try that one. I left because that witch tried to take my broom and I just snapped. Everything is horrible there, Rems. Ever since Dumbledore left, things have gotten worse. I hate it there, Remus. I’m miserable, and I needed out. I won’t go back until that hag is gone and Dumbledore is back,” Emily said forcefully.

Remus stared at her seriously. He could tell her mind was set, and there was nothing he could do to stop her or change her mind. He sighed. “What about your future?” he asked her.

Emily looked at George. “I know my future,” she said quietly. George smiled at her and squeezed her hand. “As for my future job, I don’t know. I’ll figure it out later. But I’m pretty well off right now with Mum’s fortune.” Emily looked at her Godfather. She dropped George’s hand and walked over to Remus slowly. “I love you, Rems, but you can’t control my life. And none of this was George’s fault. You owe him an apology,” Emily said. She crossed her arms against her abdomen.

Remus stared at her for a moment longer before looking up at George. “I’m...sorry,” he said quietly. George nodded.

The rest of the night went okay for Emily. They sat around and chatted for a while, drinking Butterbeer. Remus came around, and told her that she was much like Sirius in a way, but had a lot of her mother in her too. That made Emily extremely happy.

It was nearing four when Remus was about to go. “Can you stay here for a while?” Remus asked Emily. “I need to get back to my...mission,” he explained.

Emily looked over at the twins. She didn’t want to impose. “You’re always welcome here, Ems,” Fred said.

“Forever and always,” George agreed. Emily smiled, nodding.

“Thanks, guys,” Remus said. “Take care of my baby girl,” Remus said.

“She’s safe with us,” George promised. Remus got up to leave.

“I’ll walk you down,” Emily said. Remus nodded, shaking the boys’ hands.

They walked down the stairs. Emily stopped at the doorway to the shop. Remus turned around and engulfed her in a bear hug. “I love you, Ems,” Remus said quietly.

“I love you too,” Emily said. “I’ll meet you under the moon,” she said as they let go of each other.

“Meet you under the moon,” Remus said. He kissed her cheek and then left. Emily sighed, watching as Remus walked a little ways down the street and then Disapparated. George came down the stairs and over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“You know what this means, right?” he whispered into her neck. She giggled, shaking her head. ”We’re together,” George whispered.

“Forever and always,” Emily whispered, turning around in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stepped on her tiptoes. She leaned her forehead against his and looked deep into his eyes. “I love you,” she whispered before she kissed him full on the lips. And they kissed for what felt like an eternity to them.


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