Chapter 1

I do not own Harry Potter. I am just having some fun with it.

Well holiday time for Amy and a new power discovery

Amy sighed as she entered her bedroom at the Dursleys. She certainly didn't look forward to be here though she had more freedom now due to her magic. The Dusleys ignored her (and even feared her) as if she didn't exist and though it was better that way it still hurt so much and reminded her more than anything she didn't have a family of her own. She had watched with a pang of jealousy while Hermione and Jen were smothered in hugs and kisses by their parents.

The only happy thing was that she could go to Potter manor after a week. The week passed quickly and after telling her Aunt and Uncle who looked relieved she was leaving she left.

Arriving at Potter manor, she was welcomed by Franny and the elf immediately took her stuff while she went to see her parents. They were so overjoyed to see her and she told them what had happened at school leaving some of the scary stuff.

They were stunned and outraged that Dumbledore would allow that to happen yet they were also happy Dumbledore was training her.

"He told me about the prophecy. He said it is why you were killed." Her parents agreed. She was saddened about the fact but she could talk to them now even though they were just portraits.

Her father was also outraged at the way Snape treated her and he called him Snivellus! "James!" cried her mum and Amy giggled at the name wondering what Snape face will look if she called him Snivellus.

Her dad was impressed by the pranks she had pulled while her mum was happy she had got good grades. Amy had a feeling her mum and Hermione would get along really well.

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Life at Potter manor was awesome. She lived alone and had all the freedom you could ever want on a young nearly 12 year old girl. she would wake up, have breakfast, go for a broom ride or horse ride, soak up in the pool, have lunch, hang out in the library with her parents doing homework or read family tomes and rare books on magic (Hermione would be so proud), go for an evening run, have dinner, chat up with Hermione and Jen on the laptop then go to bed. Hermione was on holiday in France with her parents and Jen home with her family.

At times she would go and explore London, go shopping and just enjoy the freedom. Of course professor Dumbledore checked in on her to see if she was safe.

Amy continued her extra studies and also added physical training. The meeting with Voldemort had scared her. Voldemort was real and she could have been killed that night in the forest and with Quirell.

A NEW POWER? 8 JULY

Amy woke up feeling well rested. Last night she had felt a bad headache but now she was feeling a whole lot fine. She got out of bed and she got dressed to get ready for her morning broom workout when she realized she had left her jacket. It was right there on her bed and she felt so lazy to take it. she wished for ir to come to her. as she made the first step to go and take it, the jacket whizzed and came and slapped her in the face.

Amy's eyes grew wide at what had just happened. Did she just perform wandless magic? but it couldn't have been. When she did magic, she could feel it within her. She could feel the magic moving to her wand. This was different. it was like she had just done it! what happened? Could she do it again? She looked at her hair brush and again it rushed to her. she had to duck before it smack her!

"Oh my God Mum!" said Amy dashing down the stairs 2 steps at a time to the library. "Mum!"

"Amy? What is it?" asked Lily startled as she was reading in her portrait.

"Look!" said Amy and she looked at the first book she saw and it whizzed to her. "I don't know what is happening. I went to bed with a headache and then I woke up able to do this!" Lily gasped and disappeared instantly returning with James.

James was stunned but proud at what her daughter was doing. "What is it mum?"

"I am afraid I don't know. I wasn't fed that knowledge. All I know is it cannot be wandless magic or you would be exhausted by now. You need to tell professor Dumbledore."

"Ok." said Amy dashing out her mother calling out after her, "After breakfast!"

"Yes mum!"

Amy went to the phone and called Dumbledore (somehow it feels really odd to picture Dumbledore with a cellphone…lol…) "Professor is it possible for you to come to Potter manor?"

"Of course. I will be there soon." said Dumbledore and true to his word, 10 nervous minutes later, he was there.

When Dumbledore saw what she could do, he was stunned. "I can safely say you are telekinetic. It is a power that allows you move objects with your mind. Instead of using magic, you use the outside energy around you."

"Amy was stunned. "But professor how can that be? I read that most mind powers are born with. How come I couldn't do it but now?"

"Yes that is true but powers can be repressed by several things like devastation, accidents, fear… You were brought up by the Dusleys who despise magic. your powers would have been suppressed until now. You feel safe and no longer fear punishment so it comes first. "

"But I still did accidental magic!"

"Yes that is magic in you that you have been learning to feel and control. This is energy outside energy. Those with gifts of controlling the energy like you manifest powers like yours telekinesis or elemental powers." Amy nodded. "You will need to learn to control it. Meditation is helpful as well as concentration." Amy nodded again. This always happened with a bang with her…

VISIT FROM DOBBY 23 JULY

Amy was in her room and she was practicing her telekinesis when there was a pop from a house elf. There was a clutter of the things she had been floating in the air.

The elf bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. Amy noticed that it was not a Potter elf as it didn't wear the Potter crest and it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes. It was a far cry from the little tunics the Potter elves wore. Who would dress an elf like that!

"Er — hello," said Amy nervously.

"Miss Amy Potter!" said the elf in a high-pitched voice. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, miss . . . Such an honor it is. . . ."

"Thank you," said Amy then said, "Who are you?"

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the elf.

"Oh hello Dobby. What are you doing in my room? Who sent you?" asked Amy suspiciously on her guard.

"Miss," said Dobby earnestly. "Dobby has come to tell you, miss . . . it is difficult, miss . . . Dobby wonders where to begin. . . ."

"Well sit down," said Amy politely, pointing at the bed.

To her horror, the elf burst into tears — very noisy tears. "S-sit down!" he wailed. "Never . . . never ever . . ."

"I'm sorry," she said nervously, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything — I say the same things to my elves."

"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard — like an equal —"

"You can't have met many decent wizards," said Amy, trying to cheer him up wondering what was going on. Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"

"Don't — what are you doing?" Amy said, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed —Kira had woken up with and was hooting at the elf.

"Dobby had to punish himself, miss," said the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, miss. . . ."

"Who is your family? Do they know you're here?" asked Amy curiously. Dobby shuddered.

"Oh, no, miss, no . . . Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, miss. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, miss —"

"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"

"Dobby doubts it, miss. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, sir. They let's Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments. . . ."

"But why don't you leave? Escape?"

"A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free . . . Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. . . ."

Amy stared. Obviously there was still a lot she didn't know. She would have to ask Franny. Amy nodded. "So why are you here?"

"Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "that Miss Potter met the Dark Lord for a second time, just weeks ago . . . that Amy Potter escaped yet again."

Amy nodded and Dobby's eyes suddenly shone with tears. "Ah, miss," he gasped, dabbing his face with a corner of the grubby pillowcase he was wearing. "Amy Potter is valiant and bold! She has braved so many dangers already! But Dobby has come to protect Amy Potter, to warn her, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later. . . . Amy Potter must not go back to Hogwarts."

There was a silence.

"Why not?" Amy stammered. "I don't belong here. I belong in your world — at Hogwarts."

"No, no, no," squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. "Amy Potter must stay where she is safe. She is too great, too good, to lose. If Amy Potter goes back to Hogwarts, she will be in mortal danger."

"Why? Danger from what?" said Amy in surprise.

"There is a plot, Amy Potter. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, miss. Amy Potter must not put herself in peril. She is too important, miss!"

"What terrible things?" asked Amy. "Who's plotting them?" Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head frantically against the wall.

"Ok ok you don't have to say anything but I am going back to my friends. Thank you for the message Dobby." Dobby nodded and he popped out promising to help her.

Amy was puzzled by the elf and what it had said. If there was going to be bad things at Hogwarts…then maybe she shouldn't go? But then what was worse than what she had endured first year?

She told her parents about the elf. They didn't know what to make of it but advised her to be very careful.

There it chapter one. Next chapter Amy goes to the Burrow.