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Auror In Training; Seventh Year by CocoapuffShooter
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Format: Novel
Chapters: 93
Word Count: 228,983
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: Drama, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, McGonagall, Voldemort, Draco, Pansy, OC
Pairings: Harry/OC, Ron/Hermione, Draco/Ginny, Draco/OC
First Published: 03/30/2005
Last Chapter: 03/19/2009
Last Updated: 03/19/2009
Summary:
Banner re-made 3/14/09. PART 2 OF A 3 PART STORY. The story takes off where we left off, and Amelia couldn't be more confused about who she is as The Seer. Harry's myserious Doomsday Device haunts his dreams, and Ron might permanently be a cripple as Amelia sinks more and more into the Dark Arts, with the help of a not-so-honest ex friend. What else could go wrong this year? Believe me, a lot...
Chapter 1: Dreams of the Prophet
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Chapter 1
Dreams of the Prophet
Voldemort's wand was pointed at Harry as he lay, unconscious, on the barren Hall floor, and your heart was near to bursting. You ran towards the figures, praying you'd get there, it wouldn't happen. Your body came down to the floor and you cradled him in your arms, tearstained face turning to glare at the man as his wand now turned on you.
"Aveda Kedave-"
"NO!"
Your bed jumped violently as you lurched up in a cold sweat. You blinked back hot tears and took steadying breaths of the cool summer air, turning to see the alarm clock read, in luminescent blue, 2:14 am. You sighed and flopped back down onto your pillow, running a hand through your damp hair. You lay there for a while, before rolling onto your stomach and turning on the lamp that sat on the little table next to your bed.
Life back at Sussex Village Orphanage had been hard to go back to, but you'd eventually made all the pieces fit to your new life. You'd moved up to the attic of the orphanage and made it your own with pictures, posters, and some paint, and now it was a nice room that most of the younger teenage girls liked to hang out in. You reached and pulled on your glasses, thinking. It was still rather early in the morning, too early to properly call morning. You sighed and smiled at the picture you had next to the lamp, watching the snow start falling as you and Harry kissed in the picture. During the day, you would freeze the photo so that it did not move, in case anyone came up here and saw it moving. Which, of course, Muggle photographs just did not do.
You sighed and threw your legs over the small bed, pacing round on the worn wood floors. The slanted ceilings were fun to work with, and you had a lot of pictures tacked up to hide the rafters. One part of the room serves as a kind of study area, where you had your school things, including the Junior Order notebook. Mrs. Aplethearry had been amazed with all the things you'd done this year, and was vowing on cursing the hell out of the Malfoys, if she ever met one. Which was lucky, for them anyways, because she was rather good at hexes. Her daughter and future witch, Emily, had rather idolized you in the past for going to Hogwarts and was even more taken with you now that you were dating the wizarding world hero and had escaped Voldemort's clutches. Mrs. Aplethearry had made sure that her daughter was quite unaware that you'd died and come back, but you were sure the little girl would find out in the future.
