The Key (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Chapter 54: Dumbledore?

Amelia's P.O.V

Sirius was right, dying is painless, but it feels quite wierd. Definately not what I thought it would be. It wasn't to hard to do either, Voldemort can't control his anger, so when I said all those things, he lashed out. He knew what I was trying to do, yet he let his fury take over him anyway. I don't know what will happen after this, will I go on to the after life, if there is one? I can't just be gone forever, can I? Will I just fade away from exsistance?  Or will I watch over my loved ones from heaven? Well, I guess I'll find out, very soon. I do wonder what will happen after we're gone, will someone else kill Voldemort? will our deaths be for nothing and evil will reign? I really hope not. Because I don't want to have died, then for it to be a waste.

My eyes fluttered open to be meetedby a bright white light. I scrunched then shut again and lifted my hands up to rub them. Forcing my emerald orbs open, I found myself sprawled across the floor in an unknown location. I felt very different than I did before, I felt that I was my own person, that a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  My arm was no longer stinging from the burn, which had vanished from my pale skin. My hair wasn't knotted and tangled, instead it cascaded down my back in perfect ringlets. My clothes were certainly not the ones I changed into before the battle, as not a speck of dirt could be traced on them, and they were completely different. I was wearing an icy blue button-up blouse with a pair of pure white jeans, and on my feet were some white ballet pumps. Am I in heaven? I thought curiously, pushing myself to my feet, brushing myself off afterwards. It surely seemed like it, in the distance was a glowing light brighter than the sun, but I still wasn't sure. It wasn't until my eyes travelled downwards beside me, where Harry also lay, stirring fro his unconcious state, he was dead also. I knelt down next to him and shook him gently until his eyes slowly opened.

"Amy? Where are we?" Harry asked as I helped him to his feet.

"I've been wondering that for myself." I replied, my head darting around until I felt Harry nudge me, pointing at something under a bench. We cautiously advanced towards it to get a better look, there, laying in the fetal position, was a figure. It was only the size of a baby, and was coated in a thin layer of ruby red blood. Who was that? And what had happened to it? I felt the urg to help it, but I didn't know how.

"You can't aid it, you know." Said a humble voice from in front of us. There stood none other than Dumbledore, looking as though he hadn't aged a day, he looked alive and healthy.

"Harry, Amelia, you are amazing people. So, so brave. Let us take a stroll." Dumbledore continued, gesturing for us to come with him. I walked on his left while Harry on his right, and neither of us knew what was going on, Dumbledore seemed to, though. I kept on glancing back at the baby-like creature, wondering what it actually was, but it looked awfully familiar, the face, only the face.

"Professor Dumbledore? What was that, under the bench?" I asked curiously, making all three of us stop and look back at it.

"It's something that cannot be helped by any of us. A part of Voldemort sent here to perish." Dumbledore explained while we were walking.

"But sir, where are we?" Harry questioned, confusion lacing his voice.

"I was going to ask either of you that question. Where do you think we are?" Dumbledore replied and I furrowed my eyebrows, taking another glance around.

"Well, I think, and I'm only guessing here, that we're at-" I started, only for Harry to join in with me.

"Kings Cross Station." We confirmed in sync.

"But it's cleaner, it has no colour, and there are no trains." Harry observed.

"Is that right? I suppose it is. This is, as they say, your party." Dumbledore said, taking a pause afterwards.

"I hope that both of you now know that you and Voldemort have been tied together by something other than fate, especially you, Amelia. Since that tragic night in Godric's Hollow all those years ago." Dumbledore stated, looking at both of us, as we were now on his right.

"It's true then, about part of Voldemort living inside of us." Harry said from beside me.

"It did live within you. Both of the pieces were destroyed only minutes ago by Lord Voldemort himself. You, Harry and Amelia Potter, were the Horcruxes he never meant to make. And Amelia, I must ask, do you feel any different?" Dumbledore asked, his twinkling blue eyes watching me.

"Erm, yes, I do. It's like a huge weight has been lifted." I informed him simply, and he nodded, sending me a smile.

"That's because, the part of Voldemort's life that was inside you, was crammed up against your own. Now that it's gone, you should feel a difference." I nodded in understanding, a small smile tugging on the corners of my lips. We then reached yet another bench, but this time, Voldemort wasn't under it. I sat next to Harry on the pure white, wooden seat and leaned against my brother's shoulder slightly. Then a thought dawned apon me, we have to go back. If only the part of Voldemort inside us was destroyed, then where does that leave us?

"Sir? We have to go back, don't we?" Harry asked, more of a statement than a question.

"Well, it's up to you, actually." Dumbledore answered making me look at him strangely.

"You mean, we have a choice?" I questioned in surprise.

"Of course you do. You said we were in King's Cross. If you desired to you could board a train, which would take you onwards." Dumbledore then flashed us a smile before standing up and walking away from us, when we heard the wail of a train coming over to us. I got to my feet and pulled Harry behind me, staring off at Dumbledore.

"Voldemort has the Elder Wand, you know." Harry called after him, making the previous headmaster of Hogwarts stop in his tracks, spinning around to face us.

"That is correct."

"And the snake has yet to be killed." I added, pushing the hair from my face.

"Very true."

"And we have nothing to kill it with." Harry stated, making Dumbledore nod.

"Harry, Amelia. Help will be given at Hogwarts school to those who ask for it. I admire my gift to turn a simple phrase. In my not-so-humble opinion, words are our most inexhaustable source of magic. It's capable of both inflicting pain and wounds, and healing it. But in this case, I would amend my first statement to this: Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it. Don't pity those who have died, pity those who live. But overall, pity those who live without love." Dumbledore advised us, damn his riddles, they confuse me so much yet make so much sense.

"Professor Dumbledore? Our mother's Patronus was a doe, am I right? Like Professor Snape's. I find it curious." I asked, my sentence turning into a statement at the end.

"If I think about it, Amelia, I do not find it curious at all." Dumbledore said, taking a pause before continuing.

"I should be going now, I bid you farewell." Dumbledore stated, beginning to stroll off again, but Harry calling him back made him stop yet again.

"Is-- is any of this actully real? Or is it all inside out heads?" Harry asked, utterly confused, making Dumbledore let out a chuckle.

"Of course it's only in your heads. However, how does that mean that it's not real?" Dumbledore had always had a way with words, which was both a blessing and a curse. But because of this, I now know what my ring means. It means that Harry and I had to die, and Voldemort will have to as well, for us to live. He then smiled at us and faded away into thin air.

"Sir? What should we do now?" Harry called after him, but only silence was his answer.

"Why does he make it so hard?" I muttered, earning a shrug from Harry. The strangest thing happened next, a buzzing sound entered my ears and we were suddenly ripped from that reality, and yanked back into our own.