harry potter: the twins who lived

chapter forty-three.

" i still don't understand why we have to leave," groans dudley as he follows vernon out to the car.
" because," vernon grunts, " we're not safe here."
"Find a place far from london," emma said when looking at petunia, "the safest place you can find."
" i never got to tell you this," said petunia, " but you and your brother were the last memories i had of lily."
Emma smiled at petunia, as the woman wraps her arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. Harry had been behind the two, watching them with a smile, as he too was brought into the embrace.
" sorry you were stuck with us," harry jokes.

They watched the dursleys, as the three got into the car, driving off into the street. Emma grabbed harry's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze, as they watched them leave. The images had been vivid in her mind once again, reliving the image, like a movie rolling at the theaters.
" avada kedavara."
She jolts from her place resting her head on harry's shoulder, her hand moving over her mouth, as she coughs into her palm.
" the same dream?" harry asked looking at her.
" yeah."

They prepared their packs, gathering what they needed, as they simultaneously zip their bags. They walked down the stairs, holding their owls cages, before placing them down. Harry opens the door of the cupboard, in which they had lived in since they were eleven, the horrible yet happy memories still fresh in their minds.
" forgot how small it was," emma smiled when they looked inside.
A sound catches their attention, as harry turns off the light, emma being the first to open the door.
" hello harry, emma," greets hagrid and the twins smile.
" alright, wow," harry laughed.

" hello," emma laughed when she too was hugged by ron.
" your looking fit," hagrid compliments.
" hermione," emma laughs when the brunette tackles her in a hug.
" yeah they're absolutely gorgeous," scoffed moody as he walks inside, " what say we get undercover before someone murders them?"
" evening," the twins greet moody as he passed.
" kingsley i thought you were looking after the prime minister?" asked emma.
" you two are more important," said kingsley.

" hello harry, emma," a man greets as he extends his hand, " bill weasley."
" nice to meet you," emma greets.
" pleasure to meet you," said harry.
" he was never always this handsome," said fred.
" dead ugly," said george.
" true enough," laughs bill, " owe it all to a werewolf by the name of greyback."
" emma."

" jinx," emma laughs hugging the blue haired girl.
" alright we'll have time for cozy catch up later," said moody, " we've got to get the hell out of here and soon."
" potters you're underage which means you've still got the trace on you," he informs.
" the trace?" asked emma.
" what's the trace?" asked harry.
" if you sneezed the ministry will know who wipes your nose," said moody, " the point is we have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect: brooms, thestrals and the like we go in pairs."
" that way if anyone's out there waiting for us and i reckon there will be.." he adds, " they won't know which potters are the real ones."

" real ones?" asked the twins.
" i believe you're familiar with this particular brew," moody smirks as he held two bottles.
" no," said emma.
" absolutely not," said harry.
" told you they'd take it well," said hermione.
" no we won't let you risk your lives for us.."
" never done that before have we?" asked ron.

" no. no. this is different," said harry.
" taking that, becoming us. No," said emma.
" well none of us really fancy it mate," said fred.
" yeah imagine if something went wrong," said george, " and we'd end up a scrawny specky git forever."
Jinx rolled her eyes at george, as she had been standing beside him, jabbing him in the ribs as the weasley grunts.
" everyone here is of age potters," said moody, " they've all agreed to take the risk."
" technically i've been coerced," a man coughs as he had been between remus and sirius.