And then the light turns on, and I am cursing up a storm. I can hear some voices coming from the end of my bed.

"What a potty mouth she has."

"Do you think she's awake?"

"Of course she's awake."

"I was just asking"

"I wonder what she would do if we dumped a bucket of ice on her?"

"I can here you, ya know." I say irritably.

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"Amelia!!!! So happy that you chose to join us this morning!" I'm too tired to register who says this to me, so I grunt in their general direction and sit down.

"There must be a law somewhere that says that during the summer, you don't wake me up until after 11:30 am." I complain drowsily from my side of the dining room table.

"No, I don't think there is." Says Sirius; he had taken to hiding in this house seeing as there were so many hidden rooms in this house that he could never possibly be found.

In fact, everyone from the order was staying here. Fred and George, I soon found out, had not only bothered to wake me up, but the whole house this morning, when they set off a load of fireworks in my backyard. But, no matter, Lupin had cleaned it all up, and was now saying something to me.

"Amelia. AMELIA! Are you listening to me?" He says exasperatedly.

"Actually, no, but if you would mind repeating it, I'll listen this time." And under my breath I say to Sirius, "He's in a bad mood today isn't he."

"He's been a bit touchy, but we'll manage." Sirius whispers back.

"As I was saying, Amelia, Dumbledore wishes to have a word with you about your future. That is why I sent the twins up to wake you." Remus explains, not the least bit apologetic for waking me up at…

"What!!!! It's only 7:00 in the dang morning!" I fumed, and I stomped out of the room muttering under my breath with Sirius laughing his head off at the stunned look on Remus' face.

I took a shower and got changed and went back downstairs into the Living room. Quite unexpectedly, I saw Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus sitting down waiting for me to come.

I sit down and say, "This better be good, I was woken up with the threat of a bucket full of ice at 7:00 in the morning because you needed to talk to me about something."

He just smiles and says, "I need to talk to you about your purpose as a metamorphimagus and the special and intense powers that you possess."

"Shoot."

"Well, Your purpose, as I have known for many a year, is to live two lives… to have a copy of you somewhere else, and though you probably guessed that already, there are some finer details that I need to tell you about." He pauses for a brief moment to take off his glasses and rub his eyes, then, "You are meant to send a copy, like we just discussed, of you to the past, to change the present."

I look at him for a few minutes, just to see if he was joking. I mean, come on, and change the past? There are a lot of things that could go wrong if I were to just exist in the past. "Uh, exactly how far into the past am I to go to change the present? If that made any sense to you at all."

"You are to go to Harry's parents fifth year, and then continue from then, my then self shall find it fit to give you hints along the way I presume. But you're going will change plenty of the present, as you well know. Don't give away knowledge of the present; keep it confined to those books you like so much. We shall start the procedure of duplicating and sending, you back in time tomorrow." He says to the wide-eyed and silent me. "Thank you for your attention, I shall see you at exactly noon tomorrow. Goodbye now."

And he leaves, just like that, and I'm left sitting there with an equally surprised Sirius and Remus. Remus, the dear man, gets exasperated with me quite easily, Sirius says that's its just old age, though, everyone else says that it's because I'm rather, well, annoying? No, annoying isn't the word, exuberant maybe? Yes, exuberant, high-spirited even, it's not my fault that I only have two classes at Hogwarts, Divination and Astronomy, yep, that's right, only two classes. But, since I have only two classes, I get bored, rather easily, I was going to take potions in second year, but Dumbledore decided it was best if I waited, so I started potions in 3rd year, you know, kind of how the rest of the 3rd years were starting classes like Care of Magical Creatures, or Ancient Runes, which is a fun class to sit in on. I don't take it anymore though, I'm finished with it, and I finished it in 4th year, so only two classes for me!

Having only two classes is rather dull, they are both in the afternoon, so I can sleep in, but I get bored easily so I got permission to sit in during some classes every once in a while. During 3rd year, I happened to enjoy the Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, all very entertaining; I went to every one of them that year. It's not that Lupin hates me, or anything, it's just that I remind him of how he and his friends used to act like, or whatever he had said when he was trying to explain his frustration with me at that moment. I think that it also has something to do with the fact that I have a rather short attention span and I am rather blunt and sarcastic, but that is ok, I hope.

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Today is the day that I split in half. That's what I am thinking as I change, eat breakfast, and countless other minute details of my morning. Everyone is giving me funny looks as I walk by them; even Fred and George are being curiously quiet today. Remus, I mean Professor Lupin, must have told them. Stupid old man. I think as I scowl at Harry and Hermione. One more look from anyone and I swear they will die. Sympathy looks, that's what I am getting, sympathy looks. I hate sympathy looks. They make me feel like I am dying or something.

It's noon and Sirius has come up to get me. "Amelia, Dumbledore is here. He wants you to come down, it's almost time."

"I'm coming." I'm in a sour mood by now, 6 hours of sympathy looks and you would be too. I walk down the stairs and walk into my living room to see that there is a cauldron boiling in the middle of the floor with everyone standing around it. They all stopped their talking when I walked in, and I lost it. I scream in impatience and go to leave the room when Dumbledore clears his throat.

"Ahem, Amelia, I believe that this whole thing has been blown out of proportion, and I am sorry that your friends have been misinformed as to what this entails. I shall explain everything in a moment. Amelia, please come sit down, there is no need to be angry." He turns to face everyone else in the room and says: "There is no need to worry about miss, Nightcome, she is perfectly safe, it is her destiny to 'live two lives' or as she puts it, 'split in half', though you all already know that she is two people on the inside her actually destiny is to make a third person, to take her the way she is with her other half inside of her, and send this new person to the past. This may not make much sense at the moment, but I assure you that it will in good time."

"Will she be any different afterwards?" It was George who asked this question, he was always worried about me.

"Yes, there will be nothing different, that I know of, maybe new memories, maybe not, we will not know until the new person, whom we will call Amelie, is made and sent back in time." Dumbledore pauses and Molly takes the chance to ask him a question.

"Will anything happen to her, will she be hurt in any way?"

"No, as I said, this is her destiny, this is how she must live her life, and this is how it is supposed to be. To answer the question bouncing through your minds at this very moment, yes, she is going back to change the past, though I haven't figured out what she is supposed to change yet, I am sure that she will figure it out. I have complete confidence in her. But, enough with the chit-chat, we must get started now."

It turns out that I have to drink whatever was in the cauldron, so I did; it actually tasted pretty good, for something that smelled like puke. So I took the potion, and I am just standing there and I am about to say that I didn't think that it had worked when POP! There is another me standing next to me, she looks exactly like me, and I arch an eyebrow, just to test if she will do the same thing, and she doesn't, so I smile, not connected by the brain, we may think the same but we don't do things at the same time. THANK GOD.

Dumbledore is smiling, "good, very good, Severus, you did a splendid job, now, Amelie, I would like you to change something about you, a feature of yours, before we send you back."

At this my twin arches her eyebrow at me and I nod at her, so she changes her hair, it went from long, stick straight, and light brown, to shoulder length, black with slight blue highlights, exactly what I have always wanted.

Dumbledore nods in approval and steps toward a bunch of runes painted on my wall, "Amelie, if you would please step forward, I would like to tell you what you are supposed to do then send you back in time to do it."

Amelie steps forward, but then says, "I already know what I am supposed to do, and you don't need to tell me." I gape at her, she is so me, yet, not. It's like she was waiting to come out, already knew her purpose, and I said that.

"Yes, I believe that you are right Amelia, well Amelie, we had better send you back now." And he does, just like that, the runes on the wall light up, and like a door the wall opens, Amelie smiles at me briefly, then steps through, and is gone. The door shuts and the runes disappear.