𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

fourty-seven || Year 7 ✔️

Amelia couldn't sleep.

Her eyes wander around the wooden ceiling, looking at it for a long time, everyone else was asleep peacefully. Ginny and Hermione's eyes were closed, sleeping soundly. Amelia sighs, she tosses and turn. Amelia sat up, the slight painful feeling on her side striking, she winces, and takes her rucksack beside her bed. She takes the photo album, in which her Uncle gave to her in her Third year.

Amelia flips through the pages of the moving photographs, seeing smiles on her mother and Uncles faces. She caresses the photo with her thumb, smiling down sadly at it. She flipped to another page, in which it was her mother and father. They were laughing in the picture, her mother's eyes beaming with happiness. She missed her father, not a single day she never thought of him and her mother. She flipped to the last page, looking at a small picture of her mother when she graduated Hogwarts, smiling happily and waving at the camera. Amelia closes the book, putting it back in her rucksack, and closing the zipper. She stands up, and taking her wand with her.

"Lumos." She whispered, she walked out of the room quietly and closed the door behind her. She walked down the spiralling stairs, and down to the kitchen, she takes a glass and she pointed her wand at it, making water appear. She slowly drank the water, looking out the grassy field. Amelia sees a figure walking, a ginger haired boy following. She places her glass down, and squints her eyes to see better.

It was Harry and Ron, arguing outside. Amelia rolls her eyes and walks out, she leans into the doorframe, and the two boys and now walking back into the house, looking glum.

"What're you two doing up?" asked Amelia, as the two boys approach her.

"Same goes to you." said Ron, lifting a brow.

"I couldn't sleep." Amelia shrugged, her eyes travel to Harry, who holds a rucksack on his shoulder. "Were you going to leave?"

Ron pats the boys shoulder and walks back inside the house, rubbing his eyes as he walked. Amelia lifts her brows, motioning him to continue.

Harry sighs, "I was."

"And why is that?"

"I didn't want to stay here any longer, the longer we stay here, the stronger he gets." replied Harry.

Amelia nods, "If we go, we'll miss Bill and Fleur's wedding. And if we do, Mrs.Weasley will kill us, and I'll rather face You-Know-Who than an angry Mrs.Weasley." She chuckles, she walks to him and places her arm over his shoulder.

Harry chuckles. "That's exactly what Ron said."

"I mean," Amelia and him walk inside the living room. "who would want to see and angry Mrs.Weasley. I've seen it, and it wasn't good, even though it wasn't me who she was angry with."

The short haired girl lays on the couch, putting her arm over her eyes. "I can't sleep in the room, I'll stay here."

"Are you sure you want to sleep here?" asked Harry, eyeing the girl.

"Positive. Plus, I can't sleep with Ginny and Hermione's snoring." She chuckles, she takes her arm off her eyes. She notices a blanket was on the end of the couch, which she took and covered herself with it. Harry just stood there, shaking his head at the girl.