AN: HELLOO!
Firstly of all, thank you for taking the time to read my fanfiction!
Secondly, I do NOT own anything, everything apart from the plot belongs to the amazing JK Rowling!
Amelia Bones had her life all planned out. Every detail, from her first kiss to her death. If life didn't go by her grand plan, for every possible twist and turn, she had some sort of alternative plan. And if she could, she'd find a way to make those alternative plans link back up to her grand plan, or she'd alter her grand plan to make to work with her situation. When she woke up in the morning, at exactly seven in the morning, she planned out the entire day in her head, and then went by her day at seven past seven. And when she went to bed her last conscious moments were spent planning out the next day. She'd discovered that if she had some sort of power, some sort of control over her life, it would be somewhat normal. But nothing about Amelia's life was normal. In fact, as lives go, hers was absolutely fucking crazy. It was probably more than that. But she had some sort of control on it. Well she did. Come her sixteenth birthday, and everything kind of blew into shit. But looking back, her life was kind of leading up to this grand moment, and the fall afterwards. Maybe she was like Sherlock Holmes and his Reichenbach Fall.
The chaos, she would say, started either when she was eight, after unfortunate circumstances at a muggle girl's birthday party, followed by setting fire to her school, or when she was eleven, when she was sent away to a school in the middle of nowhere, or when she was fourteen, when she became friends with several people drastically changed her life, or the morning she woke up on her sixteenth birthday, when she realized that she had to start living, but before she could do that, she had to learn how to live.. Though there were many moments when she would sit there and think 'Okay, my life in normal', but anyone else would in her position (not including Padfoot or Prongs, maybe Moony), would be thinking 'What the actually fuckity fuck is happening and why is it happening to me?' but she didn't, she would just roll her eyes, after all she did make some sort of plan for the weird shit that happened. But if she'd bothered to actually think about it, maybe being friends with Prongs and Padfoot brought a certain percentage of craziness into her life.
Maybe it was because she was a witch. Actually, that was probably the main reason, and yes, that should have been mentioned before, and that was quite possibly the reason her life was so fucked and crazy, but she never could quite imagine her life without magic, even if she'd grown up for the first six years of her life having no idea she was special, but she had always assumed that her life would be just as crazy as it is now, just with more boring things like calculus and boyfriends. She'd never really understood the point of being in some sort a relationship, either physical or emotional, in fact, the only thing missing from her plan was relationships. Or having children. She never really planned to fall in love with someone, (but she still did so), let alone actually think about in the future where she might meet someone that is her soulmate and they get married and have a billion babies.
She'd come to the conclusion she was the only sixteen year old girl in existence to not care about love, or relationships, or sex, or kissing, or any of those things, actually she'd come to the conclusion she was the only girl over the age of fourteen who didn't care about those things. Even one of her best friend, Lily Evans (even though they looked almost identical so they often claimed they were sisters, to annoy people or to confuse people, often both), who claimed she only cared about her grades, actually was hopelessly in love with James Potter (Amelia didn't know if Lily knew she was in love with the Quidditch captain, in fact, she wasn't sure Lily wanted to know). And after two years, Amelia had found it completely pointless to actually point out to Lily that he was hopelessly in love with her back and to stop overanalysing every interaction he had with anyone else with breasts (though, something Amelia didn't understand was that James Potter was ridiculously attractive, yes, even she thought that, but why he actually didn't hook up with anyone). Lily Evans overanalysed in the same way Remus always gave his notes to Sirius twenty minutes before the every class, apart from the time Remus gave Sirius fake notes and he spent all of Potions talking about killer wasps, but funnily enough, Slughorn gave him top grades, for the best practical joke he'd ever seen.
Basically, Amelia Bones was a teenage girl who didn't have an of the personality traits that her peers had. Even though, if Amelia was going to tell the truth, she was very lonely, quite possibly why she fell in love with who she did, and maybe, that was why she held a pillow into her chest every night as she slept. Amelia liked reading. Her favourite book at the moment was A Study in Pink by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (she was currently going through a Sherlock Holmes phase). She listened to The Beatles and Fleetwood Mac. She was short. And waiting for her growth spurt. She had freckles and wide green eyes. She was born on the eighth of July and she thought of herself as the blandest person you could ever meet, including Peter Pettigrew. Most of all, she found love ridiculous and pointless, she'd spent many nights lying in bed wondering why on earth would someone fall in love with her? Actually, she wondered if anyone would ever fall in love with her, and what could possibly motivate them to do that act. Yeah, sure, she was great, sure she really was great, maybe even amazing in fact, but everything she had, someone else had. She was just a little of everything with nothing substantial. And everything she didn't have, well, someone else did have. She might have had long bright red hair, but Lily had brighter (and Lily was about sixty times more likely to get laid then she was), she might be smart(ish), but Edward Smith (a sixth year Ravenclaw she was good friends with) was smarter, while someone (Sirius Black) might say she had nice tits, Lola Cross (seventh year Slytherin who was also the biggest slut you could ever possibly meet), had bigger (so apparently nicer), though that didn't really bother her, as it was pretty obvious she shoved toilet paper in her bra.
Maybe, that was why she fell in love with who she did. Maybe, she fell in love with the one person that she couldn't love. Or the one person who couldn't love her back. She hadn't planned to meet Regulus Black, or get to know Regulus Black, or let herself be almost murdered several times by Regulus Black. Life has funny ways of punishing you, especially if you don't believe in the thing that makes the world go around; love.
So Amelia decided that the only thing she was good at was being average, being a pessimist, and on a good day, playing Quidditch, she was perfectly fine with that, she was just going to go through her sixth year at Hogwarts, then soon enough it would be holidays and she could be in this exact spot next year, lying awake and wait for her alarm to go off so she could get ready to leave.
Oh, how she was wrong.
AN: And thank you for reading to the end.
Yes, I do love weird ships, if you haven't noticed, and there will be other ships coming.
Reviews would be amazing, and this will be a chaptered fic (hopefully)
Love always,
Alice.
