"Emily Petunia Potter! Get down here this instant!" I hear Mum scream. This is what I mean. Mrs Weasley is literally my Mum. She scolds like one and she cares like one. "I've been calling you for ages! Now, I want to stitch up that jumper. Your sleeves cover your hands!"
She takes my wrist and, before I can react, pulls up my sleeve. She gasps and I clasp my hands over my mouth.
"Merlin," she says weakly. "Emily, why didn't you say anything?"
My stomach churns with guilt.
"I didn't want to worry you," I whisper.
"When..?" she asks.
"That day in diagon alley, someone did this," I say gesturing to my arm.
"Who?" she asks. I feel a tear slip and I just shrug. She embraces me. "Arthur!"
Oh no, she didn't did she? Mr Weasley's gonna get the ministry of magic to look into it. I mean, I want to find out who did it too but...
Suddenly I have a vision. A flashback really.

"Stand aside, silly girl," a cold voice says.
"No! Please! Not Harry! Not Emily! Please! Have mercy!" my actual mum begs. Voldemort takes out his wand and kills her. He then turns the wand to Harry.
"Not my brother!" three year old me screams, diving in front of baby Harry. The green light hits my knee and rebounds, leaving only a lightning bolt shaped scar on my knee. Harry cries and I go to sit in the wardrobe. Even at age three, I needed time alone to think. Hagrid comes calling me but I didn't answer. I stay in my cupboard until Uncle Sirius comes. I hug him and cry into his leg. Hagrid pries me away and loads me into the sidecar of a motorbike while he puts a bundled up Harry in his pocket.
"Bye Emi!" Uncle Sirius calls.
"Bu-bye!" I call back. And then we're off. Flying.

I shiver. I hate reliving that moment. I've always remembered it. That's why the Dursleys could never make me believe magic wasn't real.
"Are you okay, Emily?" Mum (Mrs Weasley) asks worriedly. "You passed out."
"What? No, I'm fine," I say. Mr Weasley comes over.
"Emily! Molly's explained the situation to me, we'll find out who did this to you and have them sent to Azkaban, don't worry." he tries to soothe me. "Do the twins know?"
"Of course," I say. "I'm gonna finish packing for Hogwarts tomorrow."
"Off you go then, by the way, here's your Hogsmeade slip," she says, handing me the signed slip.
"Thanks," then I sprint upstairs into the twins' room. I collapse onto my camp bed.
"Emily..." George sings. I look up.
"Mum knows," I croak hoarsely.
"You told her? Already?" George asks incredulously. I shake my head no.George's expression turns dark. "She saw?"
I nod glumly. He wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Everything's gonna be okay," he whispers into my hair. I nod but don't believe it. Nothing's ever been okay in my life. Why would that change now?