Emma and Fred surrendered immediately. George was held by one of the masked figures, an arm wrapped around his throat from behind and a wand sticking into his cheek. Fred looked paralysed. The fight ended quicker than they thought it would; the protective enchantments surrounding the Burrow was broken and nobody stood a chance.

"Let's go," said a harsh masculine voice, and Emma was pushed forward along with Fred.

Everyone was lined up as Death Eaters paced up and down the line of them, beginning their interrogation with wands pointing at those who had surrendered. She wasn't shocked when they began to question Harry's whereabouts, but the Weasley family was quick and made up believable excuses, and everyone else played along.

Emma was at ease knowing that her eyes were brown and it had in fact made her look like a completely different person, but hearing the Death Eaters talk definitely made her squirm.

"Don't lie, none of you," they were saying. "We'll know if you do."

One of the Death Eaters felt the need to lift the bottom of his mask and spit at Lupin's face. Emma looked away.

When the Death Eaters left, Fleur began to blabber angrily to herself in French. Harry, Ron and Hermione had Apparated at least an hour ago when everyone was busy duelling and leaving the wedding, unaware that they didn't stand a chance against all the hooded figures.

Several hours later, Emma went back into the marquee along with the others who had stayed behind and proceeded to clean up the place wandlessly. Anything to take her mind off what had just happened, and not knowing where Harry was and if his friends were all right.

Fred wasn't too far away from her along with George, casting shy glances her way, which she noticed. The twins were using their wands to get rid of the back of the marquee along with its mess and clutter of broken furniture.

"How's your back?" asked Fred, sounding rather shaken up.

"Still hurts, but I'll live," she replied. "Hopefully."

"That was some kiss, eh? Saw it from all the way across the room. It looked...magical," George said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, very punny, George," Emma rolled her eyes. "How are you not traumatised? You were just grabbed around the throat from behind, you know you could have died?"

George continued to wiggle his eyebrows, smirking.

"You shut up," Fred hissed quietly to his twin. Emma clearly wasn't meant to hear, but the twins were known for all their noise and struggled to speak quietly.

Emma smiled when Fred looked at her again, but she kept it friendly.

"Molly, I've just sent off the Patronus," she heard Mr Weasley saying from outside of the marquee.

The entire marquee eventually disappeared and Mrs Weasley easily got rid of all the tables and chairs with multiple waves of her wand. Fred and Emma did not say anything about their kiss for the next few hours, and Emma knew it would not be brought up again. They were both aware that it should never have happened.

"Where do you suppose they've gone off to?" Ginny asked that evening, when all was dark and quiet.

They were attempting to fall asleep many hours after getting rid of the mess in the garden, but were unsuccessful not knowing where their brothers were and if they were OK. The room was certainly very empty without Hermione. They were so used to seeing her on her bed with her wand lit, reading a very thick novel while a pile of others sat beside her just waiting to be read.

"I don't know," Emma said truthfully. "Probably somewhere where there is a lot of Muggles, I suspect. Hopefully they're keeping a low profile out there."

"You do realise that it could be ages till we see them again? It could literally be years – we don't even know what they're up to. Actually...I have a theory. Harry let something slip yesterday, but he said it was a joke. I don't really think it was."

Emma sat up. "What? What did he say?"

"He said something about going off to find ways to kill you-know-who. Do you think it's true? I mean, I know it's silly, but I was thinking about it all last night and thought that maybe they'll start searching for a weapon that we don't know about. Something that'll finish you-know-who."

Emma laid back down and thought hard about what Ginny had said. She continued to blink up at the darkness until she was powerless to keep her eyes open.

"Compulsory?!" cried the witch one morning, squeezing the Daily Prophet in her hands. "Compulsory! Oh no..."

Ginny was also reading over her shoulder that very morning.

"Hogwarts is compulsory...oh no...this is bad, this is really, really bad. I can't go back!" said Emma, tossing the papers away.

"Looks like you've got no choice," Ginny stated, moving over to sit at the kitchen table. "You still have those brown eye contacts, don't you?"

"I'm not wearing those," Emma mumbled into her fist, completely anxious.

"It makes sense. Of course you-know-who wants to keep an eye on all of us."

She was not meant to return to Hogwarts. It wasn't safe for her as much as it wasn't safe for Harry. Even though nobody found out from Draco, she still worried that someone would find out that she wasn't who she said she was. And Snape, he knew who she was! Oh, he definitely knew who she was. He killed Dumbledore which only meant he was on the opposite side...

Emma could not think of anything other than Hogwarts for the next several hours, replaying scenes in her mind that she was sure was going to happen once she went back to Hogwarts. Saying that she wasn't scared would be a big fat lie, so she didn't try and hide it. She still hadn't heard back from her Dad, and wondered whether he knew about the compulsory change. Either way, he was silent. Mr and Mrs Weasley didn't bother taking Ginny or Emma to Diagon Alley for new school supplies and just decided for the pair to use their last year's supplies.