𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒-ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣❥

𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐗

Emily thought the cottage would be the best summer , but they had been living in Grimmauld place.

Outside of there new house was completely quiet, cars stood dusty in their drives and lawns lay parched and yellowing - for the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing pursuits, everyone had retreated into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a non- existent breeze.

The only people left outdoors were two wanted prisoners, a werewolf and two siblings who were all standing round training Emily's powers so she could gain control and become stronger.

Grimmauld had a very small garden but it was big enough the just practice.

She had become stronger and gained some control over her powers but she couldn't gain control of her dreams, they weren't like Harry's had ever been, she just kept re living the night in the graveyard. Sirius and Lupin tried everything, they even tried her sleeping in there room, it was no help.

Back over at the Dursley's Harry Potter's appearance did not endear him to the neighbours, who were the sort of people who thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large hydrangea bush this evening he was quite invisible to passers-by. In fact, the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living-room window and looked straight down into the flowerbed below.

On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding here. He was not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth but, on the other hand, nobody was glaring at him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news, or shooting nasty questions at him, as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room to watch television with his aunt and uncle.

Almost as though this thought had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, suddenly spoke.

'Glad to see the boy's stopped trying to butt in. Where is he, anyway?' 'I don't know,' said Aunt Petunia, unconcerned. 'Not in the house.' Uncle Vernon grunted.

'Watching the news ...' he said scathingly. 'I'd like to know what he's really up to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the news - Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on; doubt he knows who the Prime Minister is! Anyway, it's not as if there'd be anything about his lot on our news -'

'Vernon, shh!' said Aunt Petunia. 'The window's open!'
'Oh - yes - sorry, dear.'
The Dursleys fell silent. Harry listened to a jingle about Fruit 'n' Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs Figg, a batty cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased he was concealed behind the bush, as Mrs Figg had recently taken to asking him round for tea whenever she met him in the street. She had rounded the corner and vanished from view before Uncle Vernon's voice floated out of the window again.

'Dudders out for tea?'
'At the Polkisses',' said Aunt Petunia fondly. 'He's got so many little friends, he's so popular ...'
Harry suppressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really were astonishingly stupid about their son, Dudley. They had swallowed all his dim-witted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been to tea any- where; he and his gang spent every evening vandalising the play park, smoking on street corners and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them at it during his evening walks around Little Whinging; he had spent most of the holidays wandering the streets, scavenging newspapers from bins along the way.

The opening notes of the music that heralded the seven o'clock news reached Harry's ears and his stomach turned over. Perhaps tonight - after a month of waiting - would be the night.

'Record numbers of stranded holidaymakers fill airports as the Spanish baggage-handlers' strike reaches its second week -'
'Give 'em a lifelong siesta, I would,' snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreader's sentence, but no matter: outside in the flowerbed, Harry's stomach seemed to unclench. If anything had happened, it would surely have been the first item on the news; death and destruction were more important than stranded holidaymakers. Which also meant Emily, Eric and Sirius were okay.

He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again ... and al- ways, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet.

He kept listening, just in case there was some small clue, not recognised for what it really was by the Muggles - an unexplained disappearance, perhaps, or some strange accident ... but the baggage-hand- lers' strike was followed by news about the drought in the Southeast ('I hope he's listening next door!' bellowed Uncle Vernon. 'Him with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!'), then a helicopter that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey, then a famous actress's divorce from her famous husband ('As if we're interested in their sordid affairs,' sniffed Aunt Petunia, who had followed the case obsessively in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on).

Back in Grimmauld place, Emily was standing up in the back garden facing a very scared looking Eric standing in front of a large stack of Pillows.

"Okay, get it over with, come on just go." Eric squinted his eyes shut "For someone who acts tough, you're quite the wimp" Emily said, hands on hips.

"A wimp, I've been stuck in azkaban for 13 years and you think i'm a wimp?" He shouted opening his eyes.

Emily raised her eyebrows "Well you're acting like one now, just let me-"

"Emily I am not a wimp! I am far from a wimp actually! Do you know what it was like in that place? No! You don't! Because all you know is how luxurious life is outside of cell bars." He shouted.

"What?" Emily scoffed.
"You got to live in dads cottage with no worry at all with our brother Ethan. Your life was-" Emily tightened her lips before thrusting her hand towards the sky. Ethan span before shooting upwards into the summer sky.

"Emily! For Merlins sake put me down!" He shouted kicking his legs.

"Emily! Put your brother down!" Remus shouted as him, Sirius, Ron and Mrs Weasley ran out.

"If you say so." Emily said, pulling her hand away causing Eric to drop down onto the grass sending splashes of mud and old grass everywhere.

"Inside." Sirius said in a low tone, Emily rolled her eyes, pushing past her family and storming into her room.

She sat on her bed looking up at the wall before someone knocked on the door "Emily, don't be stubborn, open it." Eric said.

The door shot open, he looked in to see her sat on the edge of her bed "You okay?" He asked sitting down next to her.

"Sorry about that, had to blow out some steam." Emily said, staring at the floor. Eric looked down at the floor "I didn't mean to shout at you like that."

"It's fine, I was being rude anyway."

After about five minutes of silence Eric sighed and randomly began" I've missed 13 years of my baby sisters life and I'm sure not going to miss my sisters teenage years. I remember when me and dad got took away, I was so young but all I can remember the whole time in that cell was yours and Ethan's face. I didn't get to see you grow up from a baby, I didn't even get to see you get your first boyfriend and do the whole protective brother thing. It's a bit random but I just want you to know that I am her now, and I'm not going anywhere, no matter how hard you chuck me in the air." He placed a hand on her knee "Swear?" She asked placing her hand on top of his "On my life."

"You know when dad first told me about you and dad in azkaban, I think I was about 10 or 9, I always believed you had done no wrong, I always thought the case was a bit sketchy." Emily said looking up at her brother "Well, seems you were the only one."

Emily's eyes began to droop tiredly "Are you okay? You're a bit pale." Ethan said, placing the back of his hand on her forehead "Your warm aswell."

"Yeah, I think i'm just a bit tired." She nodded slowly.

"Get some rest okay? I'll tell dads." Eric smiled.

She opened the duvets of her bed and got in almost instantly falling asleep. Ethan smiled sadly at her before kissing her forehead.