Prophecy - H.P

16

Amelia was now propped up next to Ron  on the bed, her head spinning. The only time she had encountered such loss in a vision was when she had touched Harry that very first year on the boat - and even then it was only for a second. She didn't understand, she hadn't touched anyone, so why was she suddenly feeling like this?

Ron kept glancing to her, is if not knowing whether to protect her or be afraid of her.

"You're both mental, Pettigrew is dead," Harry spat at Black "He killed him,"

"no," Amelia muttered "All wrong, everything is all wrong," Her voice, however, was lost beneath the others.

"I tried to," Black admitted, licking his lips "But little Peter got the better of me. Not this time though," Black lunged at Scabbers, almost colliding with Ron's leg until Amelia shot up as if awakening from a trance, pushing him away. 

"Not yet," she commanded "Tell me the truth."

Sirius looked dumbfounded for a second, his eyes scanning Amelia's face. It was strange, seeing a mixture of his brother and ex-lover. Amelia was a stranger to him, yet everything about her held so much familiarity. 

His eyebrows raised when she realised her look was not one of defiance, but one of sheer disbelief. 

Amelia had had a dream, and that dream was coming true.

"You've seen it," he croaked. Amelia shook her head.

"I don't...I need you to tell me, tell us, the truth,"

Harry watched as Black stumbled back a bit, seemingly wary of the teenage girl. Lupin caught him, keeping a tight grip on his arm.

"They have a right to know Sirius," he said and the older man sighed impatiently. He slumped into the corner, waving his hand in defeat. 

"Alright then, tell them. But make it quick, I've waited long enough," he now looked more impatient than ever, his eyes darting round the room.

Amelia nodded to Lupin, a frown evident on her face. She had seen the vision of course, but she didn't know really what it meant. 

She sat on her seat next to Ron, who looked a little less wary of her knowing that the runaway criminal seemed to be uneasy around her.

"You're nutter's the lot of you, I'm off," he said shakily, making an attempt to get up, Lupin drew his wand.

"Just hear me out Ron, and keep an eye on that rat. If you still don't believe us after you can go,"

Ron looked to Harry, who just nodded, and sank back down. 

"Everyone saw Black kill Pettigrew, a whole street full of people," Harry was still sceptical. 

"They didn't see what they thought they saw," Black spat, his face contorting in anger. 

"I believed that too Harry, until I saw Pettigrew on the map, the map never lies," Lupin said over Black, his demeanour much more calm.

Hermione took a timid step forward, as if afraid to even speak up. "But Pettigrew can't be an Animagi," she said quietly. 

"And why's that?" Lupin asked, as if she had just pointed out a problem with a grindylow tank.

"Because I studied them for the homework McGonagall set us, you have to be registered, and I looked up the names  - all the names - and he wasn't on there," she replied. Lupin smiled slightly.

"Right you are again Hermione, full marks. However the ministry didn't know that there was four unregistered Animagi at Hogwarts."

There was a creak up above them and Lupin froze for a second before going to look on the landing.