𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰 // fem oc x bellatrix black x narcissa black

Chapter 3, Hogwarts

They were forced to pack their things in a hurry and were then rushed into the car. The second the car was overflowing with the few belongings they were able to grab, they were speeding through the night. Due to Vernons maniac driving, he didn't take his foot off the accelerator since they got into the car, they arrived in a short time. After about 30 minutes of driving, the run down house came into view, the crumbling walls that looked as if a loud noise could send the entire building toppling to the ground, seemed as happy to see Amelia as she did it. She glared as she glanced around questioning if the house was fit for vermin, never mind an actual human.

She stared at the house with disgust, assessing the faded sofas, filthy floorboards, and even dirtier window sills, which had obviously had stones chucked at them if the large gaping holes and scratches were anything to go by.

'We will be staying upstairs' her uncle stated, sounding eager to get to sleep in the mouldy bed upstairs, that looked to be older than the house they resided in.

Each step squeaked , and seemed to let out a silent protest, as the overly large man thudded upstairs and across the ceiling, which had splintered and seemed to be stained by something. For a short while, Amelia wondered if her large uncle would come through the ceiling and squash them like a bug. Though she could hardly blame the ceiling.

Taking the opportunity, she reached into the bag she brung and pulled out a large grey blanket and placed it over the sofa, shielding her from any residue or dirt. Dudley, not having the same concerns as Amelia, threw himself backwards, sprawling himself out onto the only other available sofa, basking in all it had to offer. Which wasn't anything good. Lia glanced at the scene with a horrified expression, but also slightly expecting. After all, Dudley had the same hygiene and was probably just as, if not more, dirty than the sofa. Harry, who must have had the same thought process as Lia, quickly laid out a small black blanket on the ground before placing his sleeping bag on top.

The thunderous waves thrashed in contrast to the storm, the small shack of a house shaking every so often. Melia groaned silently after being woken from her short lived slumber, silently cursing everyone she could think of. With one last grumble of protest, she sat herself up right, her raven locks shielding her face from everything. Her expression soon switched to one of fondness as her lips curved into a small smile as she looked down at her younger brother, who had written their names on the dusty floor.

'Brother, come here' she whispered, not wanting to awaken Dudley who was snoring loudly like a pig, a spot of drool dribbling down his face whilst his mouth opened and closed releasing a ruckus of sound, which left Amelia wanting to strangle him.

Harry soon got up, sauntering towards her as she tucked her legs beneath her, making enough room for him to sit across from her.

'It's almost our birthday' she grinned, placing her head on his lap. He nodded with a small smile, although his eyes told another story, it was clear he had something on his mind.

'What is it?' Amelia's brows furrowed as she attempted to decipher what her brother was thinking, but to no avail.

With small reluctance, Harry began to explain what was going through his head,'do you think they'd be proud of us' he questioned, his voice small. Amelia's expression soon twisted into one of understanding. Their parents. He was thinking about their parents.

Searching for the right words, Amelia sat up, her hands coming up to fiddle with the necklace that she'd had since birth.

'I think they would be Harry, and I think they love us very much and would be very proud of the people we are becoming' Melia whispered, her voice sounding like smooth honey to Harry as he fought tears, well that was before she continued. 'I mean we've put up with Dudley for crying out loud we deserve a bloody medal at least' she finished, causing Harry to burst out laughing, any trace of his tears long gone as he experienced another laughing fit. And that was the way she liked it.