Little Amelia Ford had trouble making friends. It wasn't because she wasn't friendly, she was. She just had a way of knowing things about people that made them very uncomfortable.
For example, when she was nine, she looked up at her teacher and said with a sorrowful expression "I'm sorry about your baby Miss Fitch."
What no one else besides Miss Fitch knew, was that she had lost a baby four months prior. So how did that little girl know when she hadn't told a soul?
Nevertheless the teacher was very wary of the small child.
Of course Amelia didn't understand, she assumed the teacher had told her. She didn't get why she knew stuff others seemed not to.
After incidents occurred regularly, the school suggested she be home-schooled, though no one could give a substantial reason why other than she caused a bit of a disturbance in class. Her father, a tall dark skinned man named Fredrik Ford always came to her defence. As her adoptive parent of nine years he loved her as his very own.
Of course Amelia didn't understand, not until a tall man with a silvery beard came knocking on her door one day.
It was a bright afternoon of late July, and Amelia was busy making a mess of the kitchen in a desperate attempt to make brownies. Fredrik was looking over at his once beautiful kitchen with a look of slight despair on his face.
"Do you have to make such a mess of things Amelia?" he asked with a sigh.
"Sorry Dad, I promise I'll clean up!" But as per usual she did not.
Fredrik's worries were interrupted with a swift knock on the door. He sighed, rolling his paper.
"I'll get it dad!" Amelia called, shaking her hands clear of flour.
"No don't-" Fredrik protested, increasingly aware of the sticky handprints that were being left behind.
Amelia ignored her father and opened the door, revealing a bright eyed older man with a long silvery beard.
"Good afternoon," he said pleasantly "I am Professor Dumbledore, may I come in?"
Amelia frowned "You're not one of those psych doctors are you? I told 'em, I ain't loopy," she said.
The older smiled down at her "Oh goodness no, I am a teacher at a very prestigious school named Hogwarts,"
Amelia shrugged, opening the door wide enough to allow him to pass through. He was met with a stern stare from Fredrik.
"Hogwarts?" he asked uncertainly
Dumbledore nodded "My good man, I do believe you should be sitting down for this,"
Fredrik sighed, "I'll put on the kettle, make yourself at home," he said.
It didn't take long for Dumbledore to convince Amelia's father of the wizarding world, having a daughter who could appear to read people's minds was creepy enough, and he was just overjoyed that he wasn't going to have to home-school his deeply mischievous daughter.
"Now," began Dumbledore "Students will be arriving on the 1st of September, that evening I would like you to meet me in my office, as we will have certain things to discuss regarding your...abilities. But here is your letter regarding all school equipment and how to get there. Have a good day,"
And with those words he left, leaving a very happy Amelia behind.
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Prophecy - H.P
FanfictionFor as long as Harry could remember Amelia Ford had hated him. He wasn't sure why, but the fact she left every time he entered the room was a big indicator. It didn't bother him in the slightest, not until her story slowly became unravelled.
