𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

eight || Year 3 ✔️

Amelia and Professor Lupin spent a day together, drinking Hot chocolate and eating. Laughter fills the room, when Lupin showed Amelia a baby pictures of her mother and uncle.

She is also pretty sure after this, she would have an isane sugar rush for eating too much chocolate and sweets with her uncle.

The lighter finally died down, "She's so cubby!"

Lupin closed the book. "Alright, Amelia. I think it is best for you to go back to your dormitories. Goodnight, Merry Christmas!"

Amelia pouts, "Fine," she stands up and takes the chocolate from his desk. "I'm coming back soon for more Hot Chocolate, Uncle. Goodnight." Amelia winks.

She closed the door behind her and turned into her Animagus and went back to her dorm, quietly. She opened the door, in her normal form, and saw Hermione, Ron and Harry sitting in the couch.

"Where have you been?!" whispered-yelled Hermione. "I thought something happened."

"I'm fine, Hermione." reassured Amelia, smiling slightly at Hermione. "I just came back from Professor Lupin's office."

"Why? Was something wrong?" asked Hermione.

"No...I just asked about the Homework." lied Amelia.

"We have Homework?!" panicked Ron, earning a slap from Hermione.

"Shut up, Ron."

Amelia's gaze shifted to Harry, he was looking at the fireplace, his face looking pained and sad. She looked back at Hermione.

"I think I'm gonna head over to bed, it has been a long day" said Amelia. "Goodnight."

"Night." said Ron.

Amelia and Hermione walked back to their dorm room, there was a loud snoring from the students who were asleep.

"You're not telling me something, Mia." whispered Hermione, as she sat down on her bed. She was already in her pyjamas.

Amelia changed to her pyjamas with a flick of her wand. "I'm fine, Mione." Then something hit her. "Harry told you?"

Hermione looked down at her pillow on her hands. "Yeah."

"Well, there's nothing to worry about. Let him find me, let him come to me. And when he does, I'll make sure he ends up dead." Amelia said, as she laid on her bed. "Night, Mione."

Hermione sighed and laid down on her bed as well. "Night, Mia."

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the dying sun streams through the high windows, painting Harry and Amelia's face a fierce Amber-red as they stand opposite Lupin. Ancient charts drape the walls whole gleaming spheres of spin glass orbit one another silently. Lupin paces before a large trunk.

"You're sure about this, Harry and Amelia?" Lupin looks at them, worriedly. "This is very advance magic. Well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level."

"If Black can fight the Dementors, I need to know how too." replied Harry, Amelia nods at his statement.

Lupin studies the two, as if he is conflicted, then he nods. "Very well. The spell I'm going to teach you is called the Patronus Charm. Ever heard of it?" Harry shakes his head, while Amelia nods.