𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

twenty-nine || Year 5 ✔️

Amelia, Ron and Hermione Enters the Common Room, mid-conversation.

"I'm not asking you to write all of it for me, just...most of it." said Ron, pleadingly.

Hermione and Ron were arguing about the Essay, of which, Amelia didn't listen about.

"All right. I'll do the introduction—but that's all." said Hermione, in defeat.

"Hermione you are honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met and if I'm ever rude to you again—"

"I'll know you're back to normal." cut Hermione. Amelia exhales, exasperated by the two's bickering all day.

They approach the fireplace, where Harry sits doing homework. He instinctively has the raw back of his hand to his mouth. Amelia sat beside him, Hermione at the other and Ron on the floor.

Amelia notices something on his hand. "What's wrong with you hand?"

Harry quickly hides it. "Nothing."

Amelia steely gaze will brook no quarter. Harry sighs, holds out his hand.

"The other hand." said Amelia, sternly.
Harry reluctantly complies. Ron, Amelia & Hermione stare, it looked burnt, as if he placed his hand above fire. If you look closely, there are words etched to it, saying: 'I must not tell lies.'

"You've got to tell Dumbledore." said Hermione, eyeing the hand.

"No," Harry looks uneasy. "I mean... Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now...Anyway I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction."

"Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing you!" exclaimed Ron. "If the parents knew about this—"

"Well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron?!" huffed Harry, angrily. Amelia places a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry...You've got to report this." said Amelia, softly. "It's a simple matter of—"

"No it's not!" said Harry, angrily.

Hermione and Amelia reacts, surprise. Straining for measured tones, Harry struggles to explain: "Amelia...Whatever's going on here...it isn't simple."

Ron and Hermione stare at him. Amelia looks at him worriedly. Harry shakes his head.

"You don't understand." sighed Harry.

"Then help us to." said Amelia, she looks at his eyes. While Harry looks at her helplessly...then rises and goes.

Distressed, Ron and Hermione look after him. Amelia sighs, stands up but Hermione holds her robe, shaking her head.

"Leave him." said Hermione. "He'll be fine."

Amelia frowns and consented. She sat back down, and took her Homework and started to do it. She didn't even noticed that everyone has left the Common Room and it was only her left.

"Mia. It's getting late, I think you should sleep." said the sleepy voice of Hermione. She was standing on the stairs of the girls dorm, clearly on the way up.

"I'll be up with you in a moment, Mione."
Hermione nods and walks up the stairs, her footsteps slowly decreasing.

Amelia closes her book, and puts it in her book bag. She notices a photograph inside her messy bag, she takes it and examines the photo of the Order.

They looked so happy.

Amelia smiles at the picture of her mother, she was smiling sweetly at the photo, her hands intertwined with her fathers. Amelia wished she could've met her, they would've been so happy and everything would've been all right.

No Cruciatus Curse.

No Dalia Dale.

And a happy family together. But of course, even though everyone's happy, sorrow and pain could find a way in.

She puts the photo back inside her bag, careful not to crumple it. She stood up, placing placing her bag on her shoulder and went up the dorm and called it a day.

/*

"Amelia..."

"Amelia..."

"Amelia..."

A voice inside her head calls, in a deep and creepy voice. She was currently asleep, having a dream.

Or having a Nightmare.

She twisted and turn, groaning. The voice become louder and louder.

"Amelia!"

She bolted up, sweat dripping down her face. She shakes her head, panting deeply. She looks around her dorm and sees her Dorm Mates asleep peacefully. She looks at the clock and it's currently 3:26 am. Amelia grabbed her blanket and a book and decided to  sit and read in the Common Room until she felt sleepy. She places her blanket over her shoulders and quietly walks down the stairs, careful not to wake up any of the girls.

She saw someone in the Common Room, someone who she least expected.

"Harry." She greets. "What are you doing up?"

Harry looks up, "Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Nightmare." She shrugs. She sits down beside him, and lifted up the blanket, inviting him to join her. Harry hesitates, But soon slipped under the blanket with her. Amelia was pressed against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. She takes his hand, the one that looked burnt, and holds it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" murmured Amelia, indicating the hand.

She felt him shake his head, "No. At least not now." answered Harry.

Amelia nods and she intertwined her fingers with his, comfortable silence fills the air. And her eyes getting heavier and heavier. Eventually, she fell asleep. Harry smiles slightly and also asleep, laying his head on hers.

~the chemistry omg~