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Chapter 2

     "You happened, Potter," she joked but quickly turned serious, "You had a bout of accidental magic, usually it stops after someone enters Hogwarts but it is understandable since the information you have just learned. I had to quickly apparate you here because I did not want you to wreck the library.

As Harry took notice of his surroundings, at all the mess, he felt ashamed and embarrassed. "I am so sorry, I swear I can clean everything up and fix everything! Please don't be mad," he told her, not wanting one of the only adults that seemed to care a little about him.

"It is not your fault, I do not blame you but you best be helping me clean up a little bit," she smiled.

After making sure that Harry was okay, they got to work fixing everything up. Emma gave Harry a well known secret, an underaged witch or wizard was allowed to perform magic as long as there is an of age wixen, a general term for the wizarding community that Emma told him, in close proximity. Harry couldn't help but think that the law was in place to make sure that muggleborns were unable to perform magic.

"Do you ever think that you might go back into the wizarding world again?" Harry asked, levitating a fallen lamp back over to the side table.

"Perhaps, but I don't think I'll ever be ready to go back into Diagon Alley. It brings back too many bad memories for me," she told him.

The last time she was in Diagon Alley it was basically a war zone. Death Eaters were attacking innocent people, shops were shutting down due to being threatened, and everyone was in a disarray. She was disappointed in her self that she would never be able to take Harry into the magical world of England.

Harry nodded, accepting her reasoning. he didn't bring it up again, not wanting to make the lady remember bad memories.

The two worked in silence for the remainder of the day until Harry was reminded where he truly was supposed to be.

"Shit! I need to be back at the Dursleys! I was supposed to have dinner made by now!" Harry yelled, suddenly dropping the painting he was trying to fix.

"Oh Harry," Emma sighed, seeing the panic the boy was in. "We will figure something out, do you want to stay the night?"

Despite only knowing each other for a few hours they felt connected, as if magic pushed them together, not in a romantic way but a parental way. She had no right to feel protective of the boy, who just showed up in her library and happened to need her help.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose," Harry said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

She was reminded of her little brother, who always had a nervous tick of scratching his neck. Unfortunately, her brother did not make it to the end of the war, the Dark Lord decided he wasn't useful enough and it was too late to back out.

"Yes, of course, I'll set up a bed," she said, taking out her wand.

She was using her wand a lot more in this singular day than she had in the last month. Perhaps bring in the presence of Harry gave her courage, that she had someone to take care of, someone to live for. Before the war started, she dreamed if being a magical tutor for little kids. She never got to live up to her dreams but perhaps she could teach him something.

She transfigured the couch into a mattress, and rearranged the pillows and blankets previously on the couch to make the bed look presentable.

"We will figure out everything in the morning, I promise. It will be best now if you get some sleep," she said gently, blowing out the candle that gave the most light to the room.

Harry nodded and sat down on the edge of the mattress. When Emma went to her room he finally laid down, staring at the ceiling. he wasn't sure how to feel about the events that happened today, has he finally gained an adult that cares about him? It didn't feel to him, it felt as if he was on a foreign land.

He almost wanted to write a letter to his friends but stopped when he realized that one, he didn't have anything to write the letter with or send it and two, they might tell Dumbledore, who would force him back to the Dursleys. He knows his friends mean well but recent revelations have put some distrust in his mind against the man.

Learning that Dumbledore that lied to the public about his well-being made him a little weary. If Dumbledore lied to the public once what's stopping him from doing it again, or perhaps he already has. Harry fell asleep thinking about what he knew about the man, second guessing everything.

Emma woke up him with some beans and toast with a fried egg on the side. Once she told Harry the time he was very surprised that he slept in till nine, which was almost a record for him in the summer.

"Eat up, we have a long day ahead of us," she grinned, sipping her cup of tea.

"What are we doing?" Harry asked.

"Well, if you are willing, you can live with me this summer or we can find another place for you to live, somewhere that's not with your muggles," she told him, sincerely hoping he would accept her offer.

"Really? I can live with you, why?" Harry questioned.

It was a hard question for Emma because she didn't really know the true reason herself. "Because, I believe that some how we were meant to meet by Lady Magic. In the short time I have met you, I have felt more alive than ever," she confessed.

Harry nodded but a little confused. "Who is Lady Magic?"

Emma was taken aback but realized that he had grew up with muggles and likely did not know the wizarding world's magical traditions courtesy of Dumbledore who is in favor of erasing wixen's culture for the comfort of muggles and muggleborns.

"Well, no one truly knows but I believe that she is the reason why we are blessed with magic. She is magic."

Harry nodded but didn't really understand. Emma didn't know how to explain it to Harry because everyone had different beliefs and practices. Perhaps she could get him some books with differing opinions on the matter.

After Emma finished getting ready they headed to muggle London. They ended up stopping at a beauty store to get hair dye and makeup.

"Are you sure I can wear this, isn't it made for girls?" Harry asked, wrinkling his nose as Emma applied foundation to his skincare.

Emma muttered something that sounded like "..bloody muggles..".

"It is your choice to wear makeup or not. Traditionally kohl was used on any wixen but as muggle culture was introduced and forced on the wizarding world people started believing that makeup is only for girls."

"Oh." Harry muttered, somewhat discouraged. "Whats kohl?"

"It can sort of be described as a powdered eyeliner. Traditionally it is used on the waterline and if made probably is said to have protections against legilimency because your eyes are the window to your soul," she informs him.

"Could you put some on me?" Harry asked nervously.

She smiled and went to go get the bottle from her room. Harry sat there fidgeting until she explained how she was going to put it on. So he sat there as still as he could be and let her do her magic.

Once she gave him a mirror, he was amazed. It was like his eyes were the center point of his face, glowing in all its beauty.

"You suit the kohl very well. But now we shall make haste. We don't need the muggles to call the authorities or something like that."

Harry snorted, "They would only call the cops if I hurt their precious little duddikins. They're probably just annoyed that had to make food for themselves."

Emma apparated them to a small patch of woods near Little Whinging. She ushered him along making sure no one spotted anything.