𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

thirty-seven || Year 5 ✔️

"Amelia, we need to go." whispered her uncle Remus.

Amelia reluctantly nods, and Hermione runs to her friend and helps her up. Amelia looks at Hermione, with tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes.

Hermione embraces her friend. "It's gonna be okay. Mia, Let's go to Harry. We need to go to him."

Amelia nods, and they run to where Harry raced off moments ago. She sees Harry on the floor, his eyes dark. Dumbledore was there, kneeling in front of Harry. Harry was groaning and grunting from the pain, Amelia wanted to run to him, but Hermione was fast enough to hold her back.

"Harry...it's not how you are alike—it's how you're not." said Dumbledore, softly at Harry.

Confusion...then the glimmer of understanding begins to grow in Harry's eyes. And now something draws his gaze
beyond Dumbledore. Ron and Hermione, breathless and fearful at the entrance of the smoking, ruined Atrium. Something clicks in Harry's head. His eyes lands on Amelia, who look at him.

"Harry..." She mutters. Harry looks down on his hand, he sees the ring Amelia gave him.

The promise ring.

Memories flash in his eyes. When Hermione hugged him in second year, and Amelia laughing together. Ron and him, in the Burrow, smiling at each other when Ron rescued him from the Dursley's. And four of them laughing, after Harry and Amelia threw snowballs at Malfoy in their third year. When Hermione, Ron and him were laughing and snickering in the Common Room. When Amelia and him fell asleep together in the Common Room, their hands intertwined. When He and Amelia kissed at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

He sees their faces, Ron, Hermione and Amelia, looking at him fearfully.

"You're the weak one." whispered Harry.
Harry looks back at them With the last of his strength. "You'll never know friendship, or love, or real happiness. And I—feel—sorry—for—you!"

Harry is suddenly buffeted by a violent wind. Hermione's grip loosens, and Amelia runs to him, falling beside Dumbledore. Dumbledore looks at Amelia, and holds her shoulder to restrain her from moving further to him. And then Voldemort is standing above him like a dark shadow. But his expression betrays no anger, or weakness. Instead it shows an almost humane sadness. With the smallest gesture of his hand Voldemort float Harry's limp form upright, bringing them face to face. Amelia was not noticed by him.

"You are a fool, Harry Potter..." sneered Voldemort. He reaches out to gently touch Harry's face. "And you will lose everything."

A suspended moment--the world is frozen around the two of them.

Amelia grows at him. "You will lose." Voldemort's eyes dart to Amelia, he chuckles lowly.

"Well, isn't it Amelia Black." He hisses, his eyes fall on the bracelet on Amelia's wrist. "You're strong. Just like your mother."

Suddenly, there was loud boom. Fireplaces ignite in a quick succession of emerald bursts. Loud voices echo all over the Atrium as Fudge emerges from the fireplace, he stops and is dumbstruck Voldemort looks evenly at Harry and Amelia and with another blast of Wind he twirls up into the air and vanishes As Harry collapses to the floor.

And Amelia is there, she gently touches his face as Harry, shivering, stares up into her eyes.

In a moment they are surrounded by ministry Officials--and a stunned Cornelius Fudge, pajamas visible under his robes.

Dumbledore looks up from Harry, his hard eyes meeting Fudge's...as Fudge sags in defeat. "He's back." said Fudge.

The scene is a chaos of rushing wizards, as Dumbledore turns lovingly back to Harry, who has finally passed out, in Amelia's arms.