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The next few weeks were filled with studying and homework. George and Fred were busy at their shop and Emily was busy with her studies, so Emily usually only saw George at night, when he came home. Remus didn’t come back to surprise her anymore. He stayed with the other werewolves as a spy. The Apparition lessons came with February, but Emily had already passed her test, being a year older than her classmates.

When March arrived, George started becoming more peculiar. Emily knew it had to do with her birthday on the fourth, but George wouldn’t say. On the first, Emily went to the shop with some bad news. To her surprise, the workers told her that the twins had gone to Hogsmeade. Emily quickly Apparated to the village and headed for Zonko’s. She knew they were going to try to buy it. She noticed their red hair and started flaying her arms in the air to get their attention.

“George! Fred!” Emily said as she ran up to them.

“Emily? Is everything okay?” Fred asked as George spun around.

“It’s Ron! Ginny just mirrored me! He was poisoned!” she said through deep breaths. Fred and George just stared at her for a second longer.

“Oy! Didn’t you hear her? My brother’s been poisoned! Get out of our way!” Fred yelled to the cluster of people that blocked their way to the gate. They all hurried to get out of their way. George held Emily’s hand as the trio ran to the gates of Hogsmeade. Tonks let them in and they hurried up the path to the Infirmary.

Emily and the twins arrived during the evening. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were all sitting around his bed. Ron’s bed was the only one in use.

“So, all in all, not one of Ron’s better birthdays?” Fred said.

“This isn’t how we imagined handing over our present,” George added as he put a large wrapped gift on Ron’s bedside cabinet. He sat in the chair beside Ginny as Emily perched on top of his lap.

“Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious.” Fred stared at his brother.

“There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him,” George continued.

“You were in Hogsmeade?” Ginny asked as she looked over at him.

“We were thinking of buying Zonko’s. A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good it’ll do us if you aren’t allowed out at weekends to buy stuff anymore… But never mind that now,” Fred said gloomily. Fred dragged over a chair and sat down.

“How exactly did it happen, Harry?”

Harry explained the story for the trio. Emily looked at him in horror. There was only one person she thought that would have poisoned that wine. But she didn’t voice her opinions.

“Blimey, it was lucky you thought of a bezoar,” George said quietly. Emily grabbed his hand that was wound around her waist. She didn’t want to think about what ifs.

“Lucky there was one in the room,” Harry said.

Emily didn’t want to think about any of this. She didn’t want to think about who was supposed to get the wine or what would have happened if Harry couldn’t find a bezoar. And she definitely didn’t want to think about who had done it.

She squeezed George’s hand once and then pried it away from her waist. She stood up slowly and muttered something about the library. George was too worried about Ron to question her, so he let her go.

Emily made her way down to the Quidditch Pitch. She needed some air and that was a place that could help her with her needs. She went to the changing rooms first and found a spare broom.

As she walked outside, a slight breeze passed by. Her hair twisted round her face as she stepped into the freshly cut grass. She swung her leg over the broom and lifted into the air. She took a deep breath as she flew higher and higher. She lay back on the bristles of the broom and rested her hands on her abdomen. She clutched tightly to her stomach, her hands over her belly button. Emily let a few tears release as the half moon shone brightly over head.

“Wanna talk about it?” whispered somebody to Emily’s left. Emily lifted her head slowly to see Tonks on her own broom.

Emily sat up on her borrowed broom, her hands still clutching her stomach. Tonks eyes followed down to Emily’s hands as Emily looked down too. Tonks’ eyes widened slightly.

“Oh,” she said simply. Emily met her eyes.

“I don’t know for certain,” Emily whispered.

“Do you want to go find out?” Tonks asked softly. Emily nodded as they made their way to the ground. “Does George know?”

“No, I haven’t told anyone. I don’t want to tell him and he be—” Emily began.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

Emily and Tonks made their way to the gate. Tonks opened it and then resealed it. Tonks took hold of Emily’s hands and Apparated her to St. Mungo’s. Tonks took her up to a blonde witch, who was behind a desk. The blonde glanced up at the pair.

“We need to go to the maternity wing,” Tonks said calmly.

“Fifth floor,” the woman said without looking up. Tonks took Emily’s hand and led her to the elevator. They had it to themselves and Tonks pushed the small five.

“Breathe, Emily, everything is fine,” Tonks said quietly. Emily nodded, breathing slowly.

After they got off the elevator, they made their way to the counter. The lady there told them a room number, where they went and waited. About an hour later, a young woman with light brown hair and a heart shaped face walked back into the room with a clipboard.

“Well, Emily, your results came back,” the nurse said slowly. Emily clutched Tonks’ hand tighter and Tonks patted Emily on the back with her other hand. “The results were a negative. You’re not pregnant,” the witch said slowly. Emily’s grip on Tonks loosened and she let out a huge breath. “I know this may be hard for you. False alarms are quite common,” she said quietly.

Emily nodded. “Yeah, I know. Er, thank you for everything,” Emily said quietly.

“I’ll just leave this with you. I need you to sign the bottom and then you can leave it on the bed. You’re welcome to leave whenever you’re ready.” The witch left the clipboard on the bed and left the room. Emily grabbed the papers slowly and signed on the dotted line.

“Are you okay?” Tonks asked quietly.

“Mmmhmm,” Emily murmured. “Let’s just get out of here,” she said quietly. Tonks nodded as Emily hopped off the bed, leaving the clipboard.

“I need to get back to the school. Will you be okay?” Tonks asked as they walked outside. Emily nodded and gave her hug.

“Thanks for coming with me,” she whispered.

“Anytime you need me, I’m here,” Tonks said before she Disapparated.

Emily went back to Shell Cottage and made her way to the backyard of Remus’ house. She climbed the tree that she had climbed so many times before and sat there with her arms around her stomach.

She spent a few hours in the tree, staring at the moon. Emily glanced at her watch and noticed the late hour. She jumped down from the tree and Apparated to her own house.

“Hey, Ginny, are you sure you haven’t seen—Wait! Someone just walked in, it might be her,” George said. She heard him move towards the front door as it clicked closed behind her. She hung her coat in their side closet as he bounded around the corner.

“Emily! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!” he exclaimed as he pulled her into a hug, the mirror still clutched in his hand.

“Sorry, I…went out,” she said hesitantly as she hugged him back. Her arms wrapped around his waist.

Still holding onto her, he lifted the mirror and spoke to Ginny. “She came back, Gin. I guess she was safe,” he said. Ginny nodded from the mirror as they both hung up. George led Emily over to the couch in the living room, pulling her down beside him.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” she whispered into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay. Where did you go?” he asked quietly as he kissed her hair.

Emily hesitated before answering. “I had a drink with Tonks,” Emily lied.

“I’m glad you two made up,” he said simply. Emily nodded her agreement.


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