Hiya! Welcome to my third posted story. Hope you enjoy.

WARNING: No sex for a couple of chappies - they are underage after all. But trust me, when it happens, it was worth waiting for. R/R.

Stuffed up first download so replacing. Sorry

Chapter One

'I'm a what?' whispered a stunned looking Emma Jack, staring at the tall, bearded man in front of her.

'A witch, Miss Jack,' he said gently, seeing the shock on her face. Emma glanced over at her parents, who looked equally as disbelieving despite having spent an hour alone with this man before Emma was called in.

'Dad?' she asked tremulously and he tried to smile.

'It's alright, sweetheart,' he said, his words betrayed by his look of concern and bewilderment. 'Mr…um…Professor Dumbledore will explain.'

He and his wife both turned to the strangely dressed man, hoping to hear an explanation this time that they could begin to comprehend. They were normal, average people - whose world as they knew it had just been turned upside down.

Albus Dumbledore smiled at them, then turned to look at Emma, who looked pale. 'This very day, young Emma, witches and wizards around the country will be receiving letters just like the one I handed you,' he said and Emma looked down at the envelope he'd given her earlier.

'Sometimes, because of family history or sometimes just pure chance, Non Magical parents, like yours, produce a magical child. In this case - you.'

He smiled at her and she tried to smile back, her mind still refusing to believe what he was telling her. 'On the occasion of a young wizard or witch's eleventh year, they receive their letter to attend Hogwarts School of Wizardry. There, they will learn more about their gift and how to use it properly.'

He could see the young girl was still almost as terrified as she'd been when he walked in, her parents also looking as though they were in the middle of a nightmare. They needed proof. 'Shall I show you some magic?' he said suddenly, standing up.

Her blue eyes widened and she looked quickly over at her parents, who also stood. Albus pulled out his wand and pointed it at a vase of flowers and, with one wave, turned each petal into a butterfly that fluttered around Emma's head in a circle. Emma stared up at the butterflies, her mouth open.

'Wow,' she whispered, then looked at Dumbledore again, this time ready to believe. 'Children are always more accepting than the parents,' Albus thought, seeing the panic on her parent's faces.

He waved his wand again and the butterflies disappeared.

Emma's eyes were on his wand. 'Will I have to use one of those?' she asked nervously, her wide eyes moving from the wand to his eyes.

'Yes,' he said with a smile. 'There is a list of supplies you'll need in the letter, as well as a map to get to Diagon Alley and the name of someone who can help show you around once you're there. As you can imagine,' he said, turning to her parents. 'We need to keep our world a secret. Non magical people often have difficulty accepting the differences between us.'

Mrs Jack sank into her chair and her husband looked over at his daughter. 'We have her enrolled at a local school already. A norm…non magical school. Does she have to go to, um, Hogwarts?' he asked the bearded man who smiled.

'She does not have to attend,' he admitted, putting his wand away. 'But she will still be a witch. An untrained magical child can be a very dangerous thing. Does Emma already display some…unusual traits, characteristics?'

Her parents shook their heads but Emma piped up, 'Um, is that why I can make things move?'

All three adults looked at her and she went pink. 'I can make things move sometimes - without touching them,' she told them. 'I never told anyone. I thought it was weird.' 'Can you show me, Emma?' Albus asked and she nodded, turning to the television and concentrating on the remote control. After a few seconds, it flew across the room to her and her parents gasped.

'Em, why didn't you ever tell us?' Mrs Jack asked, staring at her daughter.

'Because I didn't want you to know I was a freak,' the preteen mumbled, staring at the floor.

'You are not a freak, I assure you,' Albus said gently, sitting down in front of her again. 'You are a witch, and a very talented one by the looks of it.'

He smiled at her and this time she grinned back. 'Perhaps it would help to know that you already know a wizarding family,' he said, glancing over at Mr and Mrs Jack. 'Who?' Mr Jack asked, startled.

'The Lupins,' he said, looking over at Emma, who looked confused.

'Remus?' she exclaimed, torn between disbelief and joy. 'He's like me? He's a w..wizard?'

Albus nodded and Emma smiled. 'So, he'll be going to H…Hogwarts?'

'It appears so,' he told her. 'I've just come from seeing his parents, in fact. Perhaps, a conversation with them would help answer some of your questions. They both attended Hogwarts…'

'John and Liz are…magic?' Mrs Jack asked faintly.

'Yes,' Albus confirmed, then stood up. 'I'm sure they would be more than happy to discuss any concerns with you.

He made his way to the door, quickly followed by Mr Jack who shook his hand before he left. Emma looked down at her letter, opening it up again and rereading it as her parents moved to the kitchen to talk quietly. She was struggling to take this all in but one thing kept invading her thoughts. Remus Lupin, her best friend since they were in nappies, was a wizard.

'He never told me,' she thought with a frown. 'Why didn't he ever tell me?'

She looked towards the kitchen, seeing her parents with their heads together. Standing up, she grabbed a pen and scrawled a quick note telling them she was going to Remus' house and left it on the table before slipping quietly out the front door.

She walked up the block, knocking on the front door and seeing Remus peek out before flinging the door open.

'Hi!' he said cheerily, letting her in. 'Where've you been all day?'

He pushed the door shut and walked down the hall, leading her to his bedroom. Throwing himself onto his bed, he finally looked at her properly and saw her troubled face.

'What's wrong?' he asked with a frown.

'You can do magic,' she said accusingly and his dark blue eyes widened.

'What?' he asked, trying to buy some time.

'Professor Dumbledore told me,' she said, sitting on the bed opposite him. 'Why didn't you, Lupin?'

She must be mad - she was using his surname. They only did that when they were pissed or teasing, taking off their teachers at their elementary school who did it.

'I couldn't,' he said, leaning towards her, figuring if Dumbledore had told her, it would be alright. 'I wanted to, Em. I wasn't allowed. You're a Muggle.'

'A what?' she asked, sounding insulted.

'Not magical,' he told her quickly. 'You're not a witch so I couldn't tell you.'

'Actually, I am,' she retorted, handing him the letter.

He looked as stunned as she still felt as he took the parchment and read it. 'Wow,' he murmured then reached over to his desk to grab his own letter to compare them. 'It's real? You're a witch?'

Emma nodded, looking as if she wasn't sure she liked being called a witch.

'You're going to Hogwarts with me?' he realised, staring at her with a broad smile. 'Em, we're going to school together!'

Emma couldn't help but smile at his eagerness. They'd been friends so long and they relied on each other. They'd been dreading spending most of the year apart at separate schools but now…

'Aren't you happy?' he frowned, seeing her less than enthusiastic smile.

Emma bit her lip then looked down at her hands. 'I don't want to be a witch,' she muttered. 'I want to be normal.'

Remus stared at her and realised what a shock this must have been for her. He had known from an early age that his parent's were magical and he showed signs of following in their footsteps at two. Emma's and her parents were Muggles, at least her parents were, and they'd known nothing about the magical world Remus knew - until today.

'Do you want to talk about it?' he asked, turning to look closely at her. 'I could show you some of mum and dad's old books about spells and things.'

She looked up from her hands and he could see curiosity and gratefulness in her eyes. When she nodded, Remus grinned and jumped up, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.

'Mum, dad!' he called, finding his parents in the kitchen. 'Guess what? Emma's a witch! She's going to Hogwarts!'

'Maybe,' Emma broke in and Remus turned to stare at her.

'You might not go?' he asked with a frown. 'Why not?'

She shrugged but Mrs Lupin thought she knew.

'It must have been a shock for you and your parents, Emma,' she said gently, coming over and putting her arm around the eleven year old. 'Especially when you were all set to go to St Augustine's. You don't have to go to Hogwarts, love, but you'll always be a witch. It might be good to go and learn more about your powers.'

Mr Lupin interrupted. 'Maybe we should call Kathy and Doug, Liz,' he said. 'Maybe we should all sit down and talk.'

Mrs Lupin agreed and wandered over to the phone. 'Can I show Em some of your old school books?' Remus asked his father and the man nodded.

'They're in the attic,' he said, smiling at the two of them. 'Be careful. There's a lot of junk up there.'

Remus took Emma's hand and led her up the stairs to the dusty, crowded attic. Emma coughed then gasped when she walked into a cobweb.

'Why don't you find them and bring them down?' she suggested and Remus laughed. 'No way,' he said, jumping a little when he heard a scuttling noise in the corner. 'There. That's dad's trunk.'

He pushed aside an old dresser and sat down in front of the large trunk. 'He'll have to get this down for me,' he said with a grin at Emma when she sat next to him. 'Professor Dumbledore bought me my letter today too.'

Emma looked at him curiously as he opened the trunk. 'Does he go and see everyone?' she asked and his face turned pink.

'Um, no,' he said, pulling out a book. 'I don't think so. Here, this one is a Potions book. We'll learn to make different kind of Potions for different things. See, there's one for making things bigger, and one to make something smaller.'

Emma looked amazed, forgetting all about her questions regarding Remus' personal visit from their future Headmaster. Remus kept her distracted, showing her books and retelling stories about the school that his parents told him. He didn't want her to know why Dumbledore had visited him; didn't want her to know that until this morning, he had thought he'd miss out on going to Hogwarts with other witches and wizards.

Remus was a werewolf, bitten when he was two years old. It was another secret he'd never revealed to his best friend, a fact he'd always felt guilty about. Emma knew he got sick a lot and worried about him, but he couldn't tell her.

'At least it's only one secret now,' he thought, looking at his friend as she bent over the book, trying to read in the dim lighting. 'I can't believe she's a witch.'

He frowned then asked the question that just occurred to him. 'Em, I can do some magic now,' he told her, seeing her look up. 'Just little things sometimes when I'm not really thinking about it. Can you do anything?'

Emma looked guilty and he raised his eyebrows. 'You never told me,' he accused and she shook her head.

'I didn't want you to think I was some kind of nut,' she said quietly, looking down at the book. 'I thought you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore.'

Remus put his hand over hers and smiled. 'Jack, you're my best mate,' he told her. 'I'd never think badly of you.'

She looked up at him and smiled. 'Want to see what I can do?' she asked and he grinned, nodding eagerly.

Emma looked around and concentrated on a hat hanging across the room. It flew towards her, landing on the floor between them. 'Wow, Em,' he said with a smile. 'I can't do that.'

Emma looked pleased with herself and was starting to get excited about the prospect of going to a magical school.

She and Remus spent another hour going through the books before they heard Mr Lupin call for them to come downstairs.

They walked into the kitchen and Mrs Lupin stood up. 'Ugh, you're both filthy,' she exclaimed, turning them around and sending them to the sink. 'Wash up so you can have some lunch.'

Emma caught sight of her parents and grinned. They smiled back, looking a little less shaky than they had earlier. She and Remus washed up, flicking a little water at each other as they did.

'You've got a cobweb in your hair,' Remus told her, pulling the sticky threads out of her mahogany coloured hair, noticing the hint of red shining brighter as the sun hit it. 'Oh, get it out,' she pleaded, shuddering as she stood still.

Remus pulled all of the cobweb out gently, careful not to pull at her hair. 'Jeez, what did you do, Jack, roll around in it?' he muttered, seeing her wince as he accidentally pulled on some strands. 'Sorry.'

He had his head close to hers and suddenly, the smell of her hair reached him, making him squirm a little.

'She smells good,' he noticed for the first time then frowned at the wriggling feeling in his stomach. 'Like vanilla.'

He'd never really thought of Emma as a girl but for some reason, this fact hit him quite hard right now. He quickly pulled out the last bit of thread and stepped back, a little confused.

'Done,' he mumbled, washing his hands.

'Ta,' Emma said, oblivious to his agitation as she ran a hand through her hair and walked back to the table.

They ate sandwiches and listened to the adults talking - making faces at each other occasionally. When they all finished eating, the children excused themselves to go to Remus' room and talk.

'You should come to Diagon Alley with me and my mum,' Remus said, putting some music on and smiling as Emma kicked her shoes off then flung herself across his bed. 'Is that where I'll get all the magic stuff?' she asked and he nodded, pulling her letter towards him, lying next to her.

'Defence Against the Dark Arts,' Emma murmured as she read the note over his shoulder, then looked alarmed. 'Dark arts? What does that mean?'

'Bad magic,' Remus answered, feeling a little uncomfortable. He was considered a dark creature. 'Killing spells, torture spells and that sort of thing.'

Emma frowned and chewed the inside of her mouth. 'Are there people…wizards and witches…who use that kind of magic?' she asked, sounding a bit scared.

'None that we'll meet,' he assured her, taking her hand and squeezing her fingers. 'Are you a little bit excited yet?'

She grinned at him and nodded then leaned over and hugged him. 'I'm really glad we can go together,' she said into his ear and he smiled.

'So am I,' he replied.

There was the sound of a clearing throat from the open door way and they broke apart, Emma smiling at her mother.

'Are we going?' she asked and the woman nodded.

'Yes,' she said with a smile. 'I think you're going to need some new clothes if you're going to boarding school.'

Remus grinned and Emma jumped up, throwing herself at her mother. 'Thanks, mum,' she exclaimed. 'Are you ok with me going?'

'I'll miss you,' the woman said, smiling down at her. 'But…you need to learn how to be the person you are supposed to be.'

Emma smiled again then her mother told her to say good bye. 'Five minutes,' she warned, then waved to Remus.

They grinned at each other then Emma squealed and hugged Remus tight. 'This is so exciting, Remus,' she whispered.

He agreed then smiled when he pulled away. 'Come and see me tomorrow?' he asked, walking down the stairs after her. 'We'll go through the rest of dad's old books. I'll bring them down first.'

She giggled and nodded, seeing her parents waiting. 'Bye, Lupin,' she said, and he waved.

'See ya, Jack.'