The smell of smoke and the noise of screaming kids was music to Emma's ears as she boarded the Hogwarts express. Was just after the holidays and Minerva needed her immediately. Fred was upset but completely understood as for he and George were very busy with the store and something else that they wouldn't tell her.
Sitting down in her old compartment memories of all her years at Hogwarts flow through. How she had a friend but ended up not giving a shit about her. Or that boy in fourth year who bought her gag flowers that made her face swell up with poison Ivey.
Or the time she accidently blew up the late Professor Severus Snapes desk. Or the time she accidently got her hair stuck in the also late Headmaster Albus Dumbledores robes.
Emma was kind of a klutz.
After many hours Emma had finally arrived at her old home. Seeing how the castle is now and remembering it during the war. It came out splendid. Emma clapped her hands and squealed as the train rolled into Hogsmeade.
Emma was finally home once again.