Amelia Merlin

Part Seventy Two: Dementors and Quidditch

A/n hey guys! Sorry I've been out of it for a while! I met this guy and we've been spending time together so I've been a teensy bit distracted! Also thank you to Marshmallow-Molester for commenting! It gave me motivation to keep writing! Sorry this ones a bit short!

For the next few days the castle talked of nothing but Sirius Black. Thousands of theories circulated Hogwarts making the air thick with discussion. Sir Cadagon was put in charge of guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. He was enthusiastic to say the least.

Amelia didn't care much about Sirius Black. For some reason she didn't find him as fascinating as everyone else did. These people seemed to think he was the worst possible person in the world, but Amelia knew there was much worse out there.

She, Lavender and Parvati walked down to Defense Against the Dark Arts together one day. They sat in their usual seats and Amelia pulled out her wand and her notebook. She regarded her wand for a moment, it was very beautiful, but it never did much for her in the way of magic. She was still just using her Druid magic for everything and for especially tricky spells all she had to do was say aperire animo , and she was fine. But there was something about the beautiful arbutus carved stick that she felt a certain fondness towards.

Amelia snapped out of her trance as Professor Snape walked in the room.

"What's he doing here?" Lavender hissed.

Amelia furrowed her brow. "I don't know," she said slowly. "But it's not going to be a fun class, that's for sure."

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Someone at the back called out. Amelia turned to see Harry standing.

"He says he is feeling too I'll to teach today," Snape said with a twisted smile.

"I hate Snape." Parvati practically growled under her breath.

"Same here." agreed Amelia. Snape went on to talk to them about how they would be studying werewolves today which they weren't supposed to do for weeks. Unfortunately for Snape, he was in a room of Gryffindors, who weren't about to let him get away with something their favourite teacher wouldn't have wanted. Everyone immediately started protesting and questioning him at every turn.

Amelia sat there silently. What did Snape have against Lupin? Obviously Snape knew, just like Amelia did, that Lupin was a werewolf. He was making that much clear, but she wasn't going around trying to get people to guess at it. She observed the hook nosed teacher for a bit, trying to figure him out. But nothing came to mind. Amelia distractedly copied down notes and continued to observe Snape.

Finally she decided that Snape was just a dick.

The next day was a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

"Wish me luck?" Cedric's voice sounded gently behind her as she was eating. Amelia turned and gave him a kiss on the nose.

"Nope!"

"Amelia! You're breaking me heart!" He laughed.

She smiled, "I have to support my house!"

"What about your boyfriend?"

"Oh please," she waved a hand dismissively. "You'll be fine."

Cedric laughed and Amelia couldn't help smiling up at him. "You are something else Amelia Merlin. You really are!"

"I take that as a wonderful compliment!" She finished her breakfast and went down to the pitch with her friends. They sat in their usual spot and everyone seemed extremely excited about the coming match. The air was buzzing around them and chatter filled every crack. The rain poured down on them in giant fat drops. This was going to be a rough game.

"I wonder who is going to win?" Hermione pondered.

Ron scoffed, "Gryffindor of course!"

"Are you just saying that because it's your house or because they're a better team?" She rolled her eyes.

"They are a better team!" He glared at her. Amelia chuckled lightly to herself at the interaction. Those two were hilarious.

"Oh look here they come!" Lavender squealed and clapped her hands. The players strode onto the field. They were soaked within seconds. It was impossible to see anything that was happening. The players were just strangle blobs zooming around the air. At the first clap of lightening, Wood called for a time out.

"I wonder what they're talking about?" Parvati called over the noise.

"Who cares?" Lavender pointed out which made Amelia laugh. The players resumed the game and after a few moments, Amelia saw Cedric pelting up the pitch, a tiny speck of gold shimmering in the air in front of him. With a rush if excitement she kept to her feet. Obviously Harry had seen it too as he quickly raced towards it.

But something strange was happening to the boy with the green eyes.

Amelia looked down to the pitch to see a hundred Dementors floating below him. She felt the icy blanket wrap around her and squeeze any happiness away. Her vision went slightly blurry and she stumbled in her spot. Then Harry fell off his broom, she heard screams around her and watched as Dumbledore ran on to the pitch. Amelia sat down hard in her seat and her view was blocked by the crowds pushing forward to see what was happening.

Distantly, she heard a low voice whispering in her mind, "I love you, Amelia, it is because I love you, that I do this. Crucio!" She felt the pain burn through her and the fire coursing in her veins. She clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails dug into her palms, leaving a bloody mess. Amelia nearly opened her mouth to scream when,

"Amelia!" Lavender sat down beside her and jolted her out of her daze. "Darling are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" She said weakly.

"Dumbledore sent those horrid things away, don't worry!" Her friend wrapped an arm around her.

"I'm not worried."

"Are you sure?" Lavender looked at her concerned.

"Yes." Amelia lied.