In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

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"It's her," Sirius murmured anxiously, his hands buried in his pockets to prevent them from trembling. "It's her," he repeated, casting a glance to the newborn sleeping in their crib. His eyes softened at the sight of his daughter, but the infinite worry remained. She was wearing the pyjamas he had personally chosen for her; it had all sorts of stars on it. "My little star, why did it have to be you?"

Riley gently patted his shoulder while, with the other hand, she was holding a baby boy, who looked at his sister in awe. "How can you be so sure of that, Sirius?"

He tenderly stroked his lover's hand and softly kissed it. "I wish I wasn't, love, but you have to admit that the prophecy refers to a girl born at the end of July whose name begins with the letter A. It is not a coincidence."

The younger woman carefully put down the boy, moving closer to the crib. She delicately brushed her index finger on Amelia's morbid cheek, a smile spread on her lips when the baby slowly opened her beautiful eyes. "Even if the prophecy is actually about her, we will make sure nothing bad happens to her."

Sirius shook his head. "The Death Eaters will do everything to make her fall apart, Riley, and we alone aren't powerful enough to protect her. Besides, who would look after her and Aaron if we didn't make it?" He panicked.

"Sirius, look at me," she cupped his face, trying to transmit him as much comfort as possible, "James, Lily and Dumbledore will help us to keep them safe, okay? They will be alright, don't worry."

He didn't seem too convinced of that, but he wanted to believe that Riley was right, that Amelia and Aaron were going to be fine, that everything would turn out good in the end.

"Have you heard anything from Lily?" Sirius asked quietly as he caressed Amelia's little hand, feeling her soft skin under his calloused one.

"Oh yes, I received a letter from her yesterday, "Riley replied with a grin. "She gave birth to Harry the same day Amelia was born. And you know what? She and James want us to be his Godparents!"

Amelia woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. Her heart was racing at a dangerous pace; her forehead was wet with cold sweat... what the hell was that?

"Amy, hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, it was just a bad dream," Ava whispered. It was all dark, so Amelia guessed it was her by the voice. She sat on the younger girl's bed, rubbing her covered legs to calm her down.

'It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.' She kept repeating it as a broken record inside her, but who would have believed it was only a dream if she had told them what it was about. Nobody.

"Amelia," this time it was Granger, the one who spoke. She would recognise that voice anywhere. "Take a breath, please, whatever it was, it's over now. You're safe here."

'Not according to what I saw, Granger, but thank you.'

In the ice princess' tone, there was nothing but genuine concern for her, which made her unconsciously smile, thinking that maybe they could fix what she had broken the other day.

Ava lit up a candle to be able to see something more than an uncertain figure lost in the darkness. It was when Amelia saw Parvati and Lavander sleeping into the beds in front of hers that she really understood that she might have woken up Ava and Granger.

She got even more agitated, and her brain kept remembering what she had just seen. Was her mother alive after her birth? Was there a prophecy about her? Was she in danger? Was it all real, or did she only have a wild imagination?