Amelia Merlin

Part Forty Seven

Amelia snapped the book shut and threw it into her trunk. She wanted answers, not more questions. There were so many unseen things happening around her, and it seemed that she was the common denominator. Amelia decided to write down another list of questions, that one day she might be able to answer.

What the fuck is with these wolves?

Why have I just recently been able to understand Parseltongue?

What do the tunnel dreams mean?

What do the other dreams, the ones where I get eaten by lizards or a tree hands me Dumbledore's head, mean?

Why is there this feeling like I can't trust Dumbledore?

And once again,

Who is Akkedis?

Amelia folded up the piece of parchment and stuck it in her robe pocket. She thought about telling someone about her dreams, or the wolves or anything really. But Amelia decided against it.

She didn't want to talk to anyone. It wasn't really their business and nobody needed this amount of shit in their lives. Her friends weren't mature enough for any of this. Their biggest concern was who liked who. So Amelia kept her thoughts to herself. It was her problem, and she had to solve it.

But there was one person she had to talk to about something. And there was no way around it.

"Hey Amelia!"

"Hi Harry." She sat down beside him on a squishy couch by the fire.

"How are you?" He asked but Amelia decided to skip the small talk.

"Can I talk to you about something?"

His green eyes looked almost wary at her. Which was reasonable, Harry had had to deal with so much shit from everyone thinking he was the heir of Slytherin, Amelia didn't blame his caution.

"Sure." He replied after a moments consideration.

"Can we go for a walk? Somewhere more private?" He nodded and the pair went down to the grounds. There was still a layer of snow upon the earth and the whole thing was quite peaceful.

"So," Harry started. "What'd you want to talk about?"

"It's about you being a Parseltongue-" she began but Harry cut her off.

"I'm not the heir! I'm not trying to kill anyone." His voice raised. "Seriously, Amelia! I thought you if all people could understand this."

"I don't think you're the heir, Harry."

His cheeks flushed. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"No, don't worry about it." Amelia waved his apology aside. "So anyways, the Parseltongue thing. How long have you been able to do it?"

"My whole life really."

Shit.

"Right." Amelia furrowed her brow. "Do you ever have weird dreams?"

Harry threw her another look of caution.

"You can trust me, Harry. I'm only asking because I get weird dreams too." She admitted. It felt strange to get that off her chest. Amelia felt immediately more vulnerable.

"You do?" Harry looked at her like she was an angel. "Yeah I get dreams."

"With tunnels?"

"No..." He looked confused, Amelia threw caution to the wind and tried another.

"Wolves?"

"Nothing about wolves." She swore under her breath. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing." She mumbled vaguely.

"Doesn't sound like nothing." Harry persisted.

Amelia changed her attitude right around, like flicking a switch. She didn't want to discuss these things with Harry. So she didn't. "You're a curious one!" Amelia laughed.

"Well you're very interesting."

"I'm really not. These are just random questions. I was just trying to figure out if my dreams meant anything. And apparently, they don't!"

"Oh." Harry looked crestfallen and Amelia nearly voiced all of her worries just to make him feel better, but she held back. Her secrets were for her alone.

"I'm sorry about all the things people are saying about you." She stopped walking and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's not like you're doing it." His eyes trained on the ground.

"Yeah about that," Amelia said with a smirk. "I don't know if you've heard this one yet, but I may have been telling people you fancy Millicent Bulstrode!"

"You what?" Harry looked shocked but relaxed when he saw Amelia laughing. "You have a weird sense of humour, Merlin."

Just then a snowball hit Harry in the back of the head.

"Got him!" George Weasley yelled from quite a distance. Amelia knelt down, pact some snow together and whipped one at him, it hit the boy in the shoulder.

"This means war!" Fred shouted back and the four of them were soon laughing so hard they could barely throw anymore.

Fred threw some snow at her face and Amelia held up her hands in surrender.

"I give up! You win!" She said through giant breaths.

"That's what I like to hear!" Fred grinned and put an arm around her. They walked back up to the castle together and dried off in the common room by the fire. Amelia sat beside Fred and leaned her head against his shoulder, and he put an arm around her.

He told her stories of his holidays and she told him about what her mother had said, and the dinner with Draco. Fred made her feel better about it though, he joked around about what a prat Malfoy was and said some rude comments that no one should ever repeat, about her mother.

Amelia nearly fell asleep on that couch.

That night, she had no tunnel dreams. This was a new one.

She was walking along a desert plain, before she reached a cliff that plunged into the ocean. Her bare toes gripped the edge, and her long blue dress billowed in the wind. She looked down the cliff, and saw it's face covered in tiny lizard bodies. They stayed on the cliff, waiting, not moving. The ocean roared below and she could feel the spray from a hundred feet up.

A deep voice emanated from the lizards, they spoke as many parts of a large machine.

"Akkedis sends his regards to the Merlin child."

"Who is Akkedis?" She shouted down at the reptiles. "Tell me!"

The lizards didn't reply, but she could feel them smirking at her.

Then the cliff collapsed below her feet and she fell into the ocean. The waves swallowed her into darkness.

Amelia woke the next morning, no sweaty sheets or bloody palms. She woke like every other person did, this dream hadn't been a nightmare, it was something else entirely.