Prophecy - H.P

13

The next week went like a breeze for Amelia, who was still elated for Gryffindor winning the house cup, and she spent very little time worrying about anything. Her good mood was also helped by the weather, the sunny warm skies of June washing over everyone. 

However although the students would want nothing more than to sit by the black lake and watch the clouds, the third years had exams, and that meant most were non stop studying. 

A lot of people were panicked, but Amelia wasn't too fussed, it wasn't like in muggle school where your exams preset your levels for the next year, it was just to see how you were doing.

Of course nobody liked to fail, but Amelia couldn't see herself doing that anyways. 

A lot of the third years, Harry included, were wondering how she would do, since most people saw her pratting about with the Weasley twins and doing hardly any studying at all. Of course she did study, her method was to cram everything in the night before, as Harry soon found out. 

Harry couldn't sleep the night before the Transfiguration exam, and had decided to sit in the common room by the fire as he usually did. However when he got there he saw Amelia sprawled out around the floor, sheets of paper springing up off the ground and flying away in the shape of birds, before returning to paper. 

"Left it a bit last minute haven't you?" he asked amusedly. Amelia jumped, looking at him slightly startled. Her mouth parted, as if unsure what to say and Harry suddenly felt very awkward.

"Sorry," he muttered, turning round to slink back to his dorm. He'd forgotten that Amelia had been ignoring him.

"We're turning objects into animals tomorrow I think, do you want to practice?" Amelia called after him. Harry turned, a lot of thoughts racing through his mind. Why was she fine with him one minute then the next ignoring him like he didn't exist? Did he annoy her? And how did she know what the exam was?

"I saw McGonagall carrying a dozen teapots to her study when I was coming back from Professor Snape,"

Harry thought about asking her why she went to the potions professor every night, he also thought about asking her about her strange behaviour but he decided against both. He didn't want her to hate him more than she already did.

"What's the spell for that?" Harry asked and Amelia smiled.

"If you tell anyone I told you all this I'll kill you. If McGonagall thinks we know what the exam is she'll change it. And then all my hour of studying will be for nothing,"

Harry smiled "I won't,"

The two practised the spell, with Amelia giving Harry pointers on how to get it right, until he too was turning paper into birds without an issue. 

The next day, Harry was extremely grateful to say that Amelia was right, and they were in fact turning objects into animals for their exam. And it was teapots, though this time into tortoises. After a couple of attempts, Harry got it perfectly, earning a look of approval from McGonagall. Ron stared at him, and then at his own tortoise which still had a spout for a tail.

Amelia was petting her tortoise, looking very pleased with herself, whereas Hermione was fussing over the fact that the tortoise looked more like a turtle. 

That was the least of everyone else's worries however, as most like Ron, had ended up with half a tortoise and half a teapot.

After the lesson, he went to thank her, only to find that she was once again ignoring him. He sighed. Girls were weird.