The Light, Dark & Political War
"It is almost always the cover-up rather than the event that causes trouble" - Howard Baker
"No no no no he's not back he's not" A girl with black limp hair mumbled to herself as she was led out of her room to the front desk where a man in strange color robes and a long white bread waited for her. "Amelia" he breath out in shock. The once proud ministry worker he knew was now a shadow. She just mumbled to herself as the orderly handed her off to Albus Dumbledore who wrapped his arms around her guiding her to the floo.
Incessant voices were heard talking, screaming, mumbling through out the Spell Damage at Saint Mungo's. One voice, one quiet voice was heard whispering to herself. All scrunched in a corner her dry limp brown hair, that use to hold such a golden glow, now just hung in front of her face ratted like a nest. The lack luster green eyes just darted around as if someone was going to sneak up on her at any time. Dirty fingers played with a lose end of the right sleeve, the sleeve connected to a long white mental robe with
'Saint Mungo's : Spell Damage
Fourth Floor, Ward 51'
tackily written on the back in Black lettering. Her face which use to be full, with high cheek bones, and plumb red lips, was now nothing but a shallow empty shell of what it use to be. The curves that use to drive her fellow workers insane melted away until she was all but bones. She pressed up against the bleach white wall, sitting on her bleach white bed, with it's bleach white bedding, talking to herself. If one was to get close to her you can make out "Not real not back not real not back not real not back" repeated over and over and over and over all day all night never stopping. "Hello Amelia. How are you doing today?" A plump lady with the name tag Martha, and Healers clothing on walked in. The women known as Amelia never stopped what she was doing to acknowledge the Healer. Martha didn't mind and went right to work getting Amelia to stand up, putting an arm around her shoulder as she guided Amelia to the front desk of the Fourth Floor. "Well darling you must be excited to finally be getting out of here, kindly man has come to take care of you outside the hospital. Ah here we are deary" Martha paused at the front desk to see the man known as Albus Dumbledore standing in a purple atrocity, his robe was trimmed in gold making the purple seem to shimmer. That aside Martha gave him a kind smile "I hope you keep a good eye on her." Albus smiled as Martha pushed Amelia into his arms, he mimicked the Healer putting an arm around her shoulder. "I shall. Good day" was all he said as he steered Amelia to the fireplace to floo back to headquarters. Pulling her into the fireplace he took some floo powder throwing it down he said quietly "Number 12 Grimmauld Place" Within moments they stepped out, Amelia was led but that's beside the point, of the fireplace in The Black House. Albus Dumbledore led Amelia to the couch sitting her down he sat next to her, his eyes lost their famous twinkle as he gazed at the broken girl. "Oh Amelia what have they done?" he asked knowing he would receive no answer, even though he didn't he hugged the girl to him as she continued to talk under her breath.
HELLO ALL. As you can see I'm a bit new to fanfiction. Also this is my first story so please be kind.
That's about it though I must say I only own Amelia [nothing else in this story unless I bring another character of mine in].
Well I hope to have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Reviews are always lovely
