Amelia sat in the Great Hall, beside her best friend, Hermione Granger.
"Have you heard?" Hermione gasps, reading the Daily Prophet.
"Heard what?" Amelia asks her curly haired friend.
"Sirius Black has been spotted near Hogwarts."
9¾ ♔ ⚯͛
Amelia...
Harry and Amelia trails Hermione through the stacks.
"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes." said Hermione, as she puts the books back on the shelves, Amelia helping her. "I really couldn't care less. Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn's Christmas party together? Yes. Of course, now, given the circumstances, I've had to make other arrangements."
"Have you, though?" asked Amelia.
"Yes. Why?" Hermione frowns.
"Nothing." Amelia shrugs.
"Who are you taking?" asked Harry, interested.
"Umm...it's a surprise." replied Hermione, evasively, Then she changes the subject. "See that girl over there. That's Romilda Vane. Rumor has it she's trying to slip you a love potion."
Amelia and Harry looks at the girl with curly raven hair, who looks up and winks at Harry, Amelia glares at her and takes Harry's hand in hers.
"I'd like to see her try." muttered Amelia, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
"Really...?" asked Harry, lifting a brow.
Hermione snaps her fingers in front of Harry. "Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One."
"But I am the Chosen One." smirked Harry, Amelia takes a book that's beside her and slaps it on her shoulder and Hermione hits his head with the parchment that she is holding.
"Okay. Kidding." Harry winces. "Besides, I'm going with Amelia...right?"
"Yes." Amelia nods. "Unless you want to go to that girl over there, sure."
"I'm not going with her. You're my girlfriend." said Harry.
"Am I?"
9¾ ♔ ⚯͛
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Amelia walks beside Harry, wearing her black dress and black heels, That is sent by Tonks. Harry stares at her, in awe.
"You look stunning." smiled Harry, as he holds his hand out for Amelia to take.
She rolls her eyes and takes his hand. "You don't look too bad yourself." She grinned. They make their way toward the strains of Christmas music, red lanterns lighting their way. "Mmm...remember our first dance? You absolutely sucked at it."
"Thank you, Ara."
9¾ ♔ ⚯͛
Camera pops, Amelia and Harry with Slughorn are smiling before a photographer. The ceiling and walls are draped with hangings of emerald, crimson and gold, the room felt like a tent. It is loud and packed with people.
