Amelia Phelps was an anomaly-a rare Muggle-born in Slytherin, never expected her sixth year at Hogwarts to spiral into chaos. A chance encounter with a mysterious woman in a dark alley unlocked secrets she wasn't ready to face, and falling for Cedri...
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PRESENT-DAY — THE YEAR OF 1994.
Amelia Phelphs was never a morning person. She refused to be awake at seven in the morning during the summer break but going back to Hogwarts as a Sixth Year was enough to wake her up as early as six. Her grandmother, Mary, had already been up since five in the morning to make her breakfast, double-checked Amelia's things, and to tend to her garden. Amelia lived with her grandparents ever since time immemorial. Mary Phelphs wasn't a witch, nor was Johnny Phelphs a wizard, her husband and Amelia's grandfather who had died of Myocardial Infarction two years ago. Amelia reckoned that Mary's obsessive gardening was sort of a coping mechanism. Amelia didn't complain, at least it was the healthy sort.
Amelia didn't know her parents. To her dismay, Mary barely talked about Anya (her mother) and she refused to say a word about her father—and nameless he still was. It was as if he's nonexistent and she was naturally formed in Anya's womb like a divine miracle. Though occasionally, Mary would find herself mentioning Anya's name in between conversations.
"Your mother hated boiled carrots, too. In fact, she was different. Reckless and restless, she was, going on and about," Mary had told Amelia in one particular Sunday as she removed weeds that grew around her crops. They briefly talked about how Amelia hated the taste of boiled carrots. "She never attended your school. She studied in human school—"
"Muggle school," Amelia corrected her. "We call non-magic folk Muggles."
"That sounds inappropriate, don't you think?" Mary asked, Amelia shook her head. "Well, she studied in Muggle school, and even worked normal jobs in London. One time she was paid just to feed her neighbor's rabbits, it was a lot of money, helped with her rent. But, she was also a tad bit odd, that one. She was quite the rebel, really."
"Odd, how odd?" Amelia asked.
The kettle from the kitchen whistled. Mary looked at her. "Witch-y."
Amelia laughed at this. "I am a witch, Gran."
"Exactly," whispered Mary softly before standing up. "Tea's ready in a minute. Can you get the biscuits from the cupboard, Amelia?"
She was twelve back then, and on her second year in Hogwarts. Amelia never pressured Mary on the topic of her parents, thinking that her grandmother had already been through a lot. Not so much as a question slipped from her mouth that day, and any other days.
"Finally up, are you? I made toast and eggs. They're on the table. You better fill your stomach before we leave for London," Mary said, leaning over to give her a pat on the cheek. "And also, do you really have to carry an owl to London? I hate it when people stare."
"You know I can travel to London by myself now, Gran. I've done that loads of time already." Amelia said, walking towards the table. "And of course I need to carry my owl, how can I send you letters from school if I don't bring her?"
