A bit of backround into this story before we go to much farther. In 1978, the Marauders and their fellow classmates graduated from Hogwarts. In 1979, both Emmalynn Black and Hermione Granger were born; Emmalynn was born in December and Hermione was born in September. In 1980, Harry Potter was born on July 31 and Neville Longbottom was born on July 30. In 1981, Lily and James Potter are killed by Voldemort after being betrayed by Peter Pettigrew while Sirius is sent to Azkaban Prison for the murder of 12 muggles and 1 wizard. Nothing exciting happens until 1991, when Harry Potter recives his multitude of letters. This begins the story as we know it. All further back story shall be revealed in due time...

Disclaimer: Ms. Rowling owens this huge sandbox and i, like many others, am allowed to play in it.

There was absolute silence in the car as five-year-old Emmalynn Lambert starred out the window. She felt sick as she watched the cars pass on the highway, she didn't want to be leaving London but she had no choice in the matter. Heaving a sigh, she turned to look at her god-brother Neville, who was busy reading a book about gardening. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to her window and resumed watch the cars roll past. Hours later, they had finally gotten off of the highway but now they were driving through the streets where all of the houses looked the same and all the lawns were even neater.

"So this is our new neighborhood?" asked Alice as she starred out of the window.

"Looks like where Lily used to live." She added as she turned to look at Frank, who was driving.

"Nobody would think to look for any of us here, though." Frank replied as he turned down a street that looked like all the others.

"If we live here, are we gonna have to be boring too." Emma asked as she scrunched up her nose at the idea.

Neither Alice nor Frank replied, instead they both laughed which made Emma a little flustered. Even though she was five-years-old, Emma was rather bright and hated when things appeared or became boring. Neville was also fairly smart but he was quieter and more interested in plants or bugs than anything else.

Moments later, they were pulling into the drive way of a house that looked like it had been cut from the same mould as the house next door. Emma had already deemed it boring before she had even made it out of her booster seat. The red brick two story house that looked like every other house on the block made her want to gag. Neville was clutching his plants book but he didmt say anything. He hadnt wanted to leave London either but when the house was attacked, they'dhad no choice.

"Alright kids, why dont we take our bags inside and you two can pick your rooms." Alice said as she popped the back hatch open.

"While you guys check out our house, i'm going to visit Arabella." Frank replied as he adjusted his tie and began walking down the street.

Emma watched him walk away and she wished that she could have gone with. Instead she was stuck here draggig a bag almost as big as she was up the front walk. Neville was already at the door with his bag and was watching her with a nervous look. He had always been cautious around muggles and now that they lived in a huge muggle neighborhood, he most likely would be even more careful. Emma forced a smile and quickened her pace to the front door. She was always protecting her godbrother and now her job would get even tougher.

Forcing a smile, she dragged her bag through the now open front door and into their new house. The front hall way opened up to a kitchen with a dining room attached. The livingroom was pretty basic and it opened up to the dining room. Alice was waiting at the toop of the staires with Neville, waiting for her so that the two could pick their rooms. As soon as Emma appered, Alice directed them to the three rooms that they could pick from. Neville, without much hesitation, chose the room next to his parents while Emma chose the room that overlooked the street. Alice agreed that on Frank's next day off, they would paint the bedrooms but for now they would have to deal with the colors that were already there. After another moment or so, Alice headed back downstaires to continue unloading their stuff from the van while Neville took his herbology book to the living room; leaving Emma in her room. With a sigh, she dragged her bag over to the bed and sat down. Already this place was taking its toll on her. She was the type that thrived in magical areas and being in an entirely muggle community wasn't helping her control her magic. Even at the tender age of 5 years old, she had a remarkable amount of control over her magical abilities and an even more remarkable amount of control over her "special" ability, which could be considered a tele-psychic kinetic power of sorts.

Even with all the magical ability and special powers, there was one thing Emma wanted more than anything magic could ever give her. She wanted her own mummy and daddy back, though she wasnt quite sure where they were. Infact, Emma knew almost nothing about her birth parents and she only had one photograph of them; which was possibly her most prized possesion. So that was how Alice found her several hours later, curled up on the bed clutching the photograph to her chest. Carefully, Alice set the photograph on Emma's bedside table before tucking the sleeping child into bed. With a last glance at the photograph, Alice turned the light out and headed back to the livingroom. She prayed that one day, when Emma was older, she would understand what happened to her parents and make her own opinion as to what to believe and what not to.

Ah... the end of a chapter is a good feeling though I feel this one is rather short and I shall try making the next one longer. However, since a majority of this story will be typed on my phone, I can not promis anything. On another note, reviews will make me happy.