Have you ever heard about May 2, 1998? Most of you might say that was when the Battle of Hogwarts was, which is trenchantly true, but it was also my 17th birthday that day, and what happened my sixth year is a whole new story. I'm going to tell you everything that happened that year. The thing is, I don't really remember, but I'll try. Let's go back some time.
My name is Amalia Iva Lupin Black. I was five months old when all of the trouble started; now what I'm about to say might sound insane, but the only reason I know what happened is memories and what I've been told, and I know that it's true. My fathers went out on a date on October 31st, 1981. They put me in the care of James and Lily Potter. They had put me and their son Harry into our cots when Voldemort came to attack. Lily had ran upstairs to try to protect me and Harry while James tried to hold off Voldemort. I think you know how the rest goes.
When my fathers came to get me, they walked in to find James dead on the steps. After a moment, they heard me or Harry crying, and they ran up the stairs to find Lily dead on the floor, Harry crawling on the floor, and me still in my cot. They called the aurors as soon as possible.
After the aurors arrived, they took my fathers, Peter Petigrew, Serverus Snape, and Albus Dumbledor, into questioning. One day Peter and my dad got into a fight while going to questioning, which led to Peter being blown up and 13 muggles being killed. My father is currently in Azkaban for the Murder of James and Lily Potter, Peter Petigrew, and 13 muggles. Which leads us to today, September 1, 1992.
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Here We Are Fighting For Our Lives
FanfictionMy name is Amalia Iva Lupin Black; yes, my parents are Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Life is crazy; its always been that way, but here we are fighting for our lives.
