𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

fifty-nine || year 7 ✔️

Harry walks inside the room, the walls and ceiling were wood, small nightstands beside the bed that is near a wall. There is also a large window, which shows a good view of the beach.

Amelia is on the bed, her eyes shut, and her hair on her face. Bandages are on her waist, and a blanket was on her feet, which looked like it was pushed away purposely. The girls sleeping face was peaceful, and beautiful. Her black hair, though, is covering half her face.

Harry slowly approached the girl as chattering were heard from downstairs. The floorboard creaks as he approaches the sleeping girl. He takes the blanket and covers half of her body with it. Slowly, he moves her hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He holds her cold hand, and smiled sadly at the girl.

He heard her screams from the torture, he heard her crying and whimpering, begging to stop the torture. It was horrible. No one would like to experience that, hearing someone you love in pain, hearing someone you love screaming for it to stop.

"Harry..." came her weak voice, "Did you do it? Did you Bury him?"

Harry nods, "Yes..."

"Wish I was there to help," said Amelia, slowly she opens her eyes, it was red.

Harry stands up from the bed, and places a soft kiss on her forehead, "Sleep. You need to rest."

"I'm fine, actually," Amelia shrugs, slowly getting up, but Harry shakes his head holds her shoulder back. "Fleur gave me some medicine to drink..."

"No," Harry shook his head. "You're staying in bed, you need time to heal."

"Just ask Hermione for a bloody spell, she can easily help me heal faster."

"Hermione is resting."

"Then wake her up."

"I can't do that, she also just got tortured for your information."

Amelia rolls her eyes, and lets out a annoyed huff. "Fine."

"I'll be downstairs if you need anything," Harry walks to the door, and he closes it.

"Okay..." smirked Amelia.

•••

As Bill fills a kettle, Luna taps the wind chime hanging in the window and a ghostly refrain  fills the room.

"It's beautiful here." smiled Luna.

"It was our Aunt's." said Bill. "We used to
come here as kids. The Order uses it now as a safe house -- what's left of us, at least."

Luna ponders this, then taps the chime again.
"Muggles think these keep evil away. But they're wrong..."

Bill studies her curiously. Then Harry appears in the doorway with Ron and Hermione.

"I need to talk to the goblin." said Harry, Hermione and Ron nods, and they whirled around when they heard a creak coming from the stairs. It was Amelia.

"What?" She lifts a brow, as she grips her side.

"You're supposed to be in bed!" exclaimed Harry.

"Hey," Amelia rolls her eyes. "I'm fine, and I can easily walk. Now, let's go talk to the goblin now shall we?"

Harry rolls his eyes and nods.