Amelia Hera Ardelle Parker
''Mommy, look at my drawing!'' A little girl from about 8 years old stands on the tip of her toes, reaching out for her mother's sleeve. The red haired lady turns around, and levels herself to eye height with her daughter. ''Oh that is beautiful sweetie,'' she says lovingly, ruffling her daughter's brown hair. ''Look,'' she whispers as she takes out her wand, and touches the drawing with the tip of her wand. Immediately the figures start dancing.
It is a family, existing of a dark-haired tall father, a somewhat smaller mother with red blazing hair, and a little girl, their daughter, with brown hair. ''Mommy, do you think dad wants to fly with me later?'' she asks hopefully. The older woman looks over the girl's head and smiles. ''You can ask him yourself honey.'' Just when she is about to turn around, someone knocks loudly on the door. ''Freddy, will you open it?'' the mother says as she stands up again. The black haired male leaves the room. Only a few seconds later, his voice is ringing through the room again. ''Hera! Go hide!'' the woman looks over her shoulder, distressed, and ushers the little girl to a cabinet. ''Stay here darling, stay here and nothing will happen. Me and daddy love you,'' she says in a rushed, soft and alarmed voice. Then she gives her daughter a tick on the head with her wand, and suddenly, the girl has disappeared.
The woman closes the doors. The little girl peeks through the crack that she left open. Two men and her father come in, one of the men holding her father by the neck. ''Are you two Hera Parker and Frederick Walt?'' ''Who's asking?'' the woman named Hera asks bravely, no doubt or trembling detectable in her voice. ''Crucio,'' one of the men says, and the woman falls to the ground, clenching her hands to fists, her face removed out of sight by her hair. ''HERA!'' the father screams, but that only ends in a punch in the guts. ''Yes,'' the woman says, breathing heavily. ''Yes we are, and whatever you're looking for, it isn't here!'' she snaps. ''Oh but I'm not so sure about that,'' the other man says. The girl sees a glimpse of him, and clasps her mouth in shock.
There is a hole in his head where his left eye should've been, and his hair is a greasy and mousy brown.
''Now give me all the information you have about the Dark Lord,'' he says, pointing his wand at her again. ''Even if I had it, I would never give it to you,'' she hisses at him. ''Crucio!'' the inevitable screaming begins, together with that of the father. It has come to a point where the little girl covers her ears, shutting the world and the screaming out.
When it feels like it has been ages, the little girl opens her eyes again and let her hands fall down. Just in time to see the green light that meant the end of her parents.
''Two murder victims, I thought we were done with this,'' a black man said, shaking his head, making the little golden earring wave in place. ''We are never done, Kingsley. Now, who were the diseased? I'd wish they had waited for me before they concealed them. But we do at least have the suspects in custody now, escaped Deatheaters.'' The man with the earring looked at the other guy, who's nose was maimed, and instead of a normal eye had one that was twice as big and kept on rotating. ''Hera and Frederick Parker, Alastor,'' the man answered defeated.
The other man, Alastor, looked up. ''But.. Don't they have a little girl?'' he asked. ''Well, haven't you let your eye look around yet?'' Alastor Moody frowned as his eye started spinning around in its orbit. Then, he walked up to the closet at his left, and opened it.
A scared little girl sat in it, tears silently streaming down her face. The spell had lifted when it's caster had died. Kingsley kneeled down in front of the little girl. ''Are you Hera and Freddy's daughter?'' the little girl nodded. ''I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt, and this is Alastor Moody. We're aurors. Just like your parents were,'' he added. The little girl nodded again. ''Can you tell me your name?'' he asked kindly. The little girl seemed to think for a moment before answering. ''Amelia Hera Ardelle Parker,'' she answered quietly, barely audible. Kingsley smiled. ''So you got your mom's name, huh?'' Amelia nodded. Then, he stood up and reached out his hand to Amelia. After a while, she took it.
He wanted to lead her out of the room, but in the middle of the room she stood still and let go of his hand. She then proceeded to walk over to a paper that was laying on the floor. She picked it up and looked at it, her head hung down. The magic had not faded, and they were still dancing.
''Amelia, meet your foster parents, they will take great care of you!'' The brown haired girl turned around where a couple was standing, beaming happily. ''Hello darling,'' the woman said, walking swiftly to her. ''I'm so sorry for what happened to you, but I promise you'll love it with us!'' she said happily, though Amelia only could think about how her mother would've hated this woman, with her miss piggy face and being overly excited all the time. ''Hello Amelia, I hope you will accept us,'' the man said. He had blonde hair, just like his wife. Only his was darker.
''I don't want to,'' she replied quietly. ''Where is Mr. Weasley?'' she asked, the question directed to the woman of the Ministry. ''Oh dear, we can't get Mr. Weasley to get over any time you desire,'' she said shaking her head. ''But I want Mr. Weasley!'' Amelia insisted. The woman of the Ministry sighed agitated, and then took Amelia by the hand, the foster parents looking terribly confused. In a wink they were at the Burrow.
''Arthur, she wanted to see you again.'' A red haired man appeared, his glasses a bit crooked. ''Amelia, honey, what is the matter?'' he asked kindly, kneeling down in front of her, while in the meantime red haired woman appeared behind him, with a little girl, also with red hair, by the hand. ''They want me to go with other people but I don't want to,'' she said pouting. ''But you have to sweetheart, you can't live on your own now, can you?'' he said, smiling wearily. ''I want to go home, I want my parents.'' Mr. Weasley looked at her with a weary expression on his face. ''Come dear, how about you stay here until you have to go to your foster parents, and after that you will get to visit us anytime you want during holidays!'' Mrs. Weasley exclaimed smiling happily.
Amelia nodded, as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley took her by the hand, leading her to the dinner, and in a minute she had a plate in front of her with numerous dishes. ''Mom! Fred and George stole Teddy!'' Another red haired family member entered the room. It was a little boy, about the same age as Amelia. ''Ronald, say hello to Amelia Parker, she'll be staying here for a couple of days, come on!'' Ron shuffled slowly to Amelia, and Amelia looked at him in curiosity, her head a bit tilted. ''I'm Ron,'' he introduced himself awkwardly. ''Do you know how to play wizard's chess?'' Amelia's face lit up. She quickly stuffed her mouth with the remaining food. ''Yes!'' she said, as she followed him to the living room, where they played, happily.
A/N Hey guys! Thanks for reading :) I'd love for you to review! Also, from the next chapter on everything will be from Amelia's perspective!