Amos Weasley: A Boy a Beast and a Mission

(The story has two names)

Perspective: Harry and Amos

Harry Potter was finally back at hogwarts, but it was no happy reunion. The Dark Lord found his way to the same place, and was going to cause much harm if Harry didn't act quick. Thankfully he was able to speak with his old transfiguration teacher, Prof. McGonagall. She was able to buy him some time, so he could find the rest of the horcuxes and defeat the Dark Lord, Voldemort, but she needed the help of a student harry had never seen before.

This boy looked a lot like someone he knew. His hair was nearly as red as a ripe tomato. His height was several inches above Harry's. Could he be related to who Harry thought he was. The Gryffindor house(One of the four houses the students are divided into) colors made it even more likely. Yes, he was definitely related to Harry's friend Ron Weasley.

"Welcome back, Harry," said the Weasley. Even though he didn't know this kid, Harry expected him to know who he was before anything was said.

"Um, yea," He replied. "I actually didn't think I'd ever come back to my old home." He thought about the times at this place. Seven and a half years ago he met his two best friends on the train here. That was so long ago that it seemed as if maybe it never really happened. Maybe his friends just came into his life and he couldn't recollect when our how it came to be. No matter how it went, he was going to keep them safe from Voldemort.

"Well, I'm Amos, Amos Weasley," said that one boy who stood in front of him right before they shook hands. Harry completely forgot he even existed. Now what was his name again? He couldn't remember even though the kid just told him. Harry couldn't remember a lot of things. Why was he here? How did he get here? Where was he? Hogwarts! He was on a mission to find the remaining Horcruxes! But this kid named Amos started talking to him. Was it about something important? No. It was time for Harry to leave or to much time would be wasted on pointless jabbering.

"I nee-"

"Amos, can you bring me an old possession of Dumbledore's?" Prof. Mcgonagall interrupted Harry. "He a hid secret weapon somewhere in the castle. It's very important, and we'll need it if the castle is attacked." Both of them turned to watch Harry run like a bullet, up a flight of stairs. Now the Great Hall (Where the students eat and announcements are made) was empty except for the two of them.

"Do ya got anything else for me to go on?" asked Amos.

"That's all I have," answered Prof. McGonagall. "Now I suppose you could try to bring Dumbledore himself back to life."

"You got to at least have something that would help me," said Amos in desperation.

"Well, I can tell you that just stainding here will not, in anyway, help you one bit."

"Okay, Professor."

Amos began his search by spinning around to find door that might lead him the right way. His first thought is maybe to try the three doors at the end of the hall that had gems which were as blue as the ocean's waters circle around them. The one problem was that people were seen going through there all the time. He needed to find a way that no one ever went, and he did.

To his right was a set of burgundy doors with a golden lion on it. Once up close he could see it was acompanied by a snake on each side. All three were shining with golden magnificense that mesmerized Amos for a short while. It would have been even more amazing if a handle was present.

This had to be the right way. No one, not even Dumbledore himself, passed these golden beasts. If only there was a way in. Amos pushed all the strength he had in his muscles out in to the air, trying to get through these doors. Would he have to tell Mcgonagall there was no way to bring her the weapon she wanted. Maybe not. There could be a special way in. Now all Amos had to do was find it. He decided to check the lion. Whoever had made such a beautiful piece must have been a master at the art. The beast felt real. It was ready to leave it's confinements and spread glory about the world. The creature pulled Amos into a world of imagination. He saw a world of beauty that was so magnificent, no place on earth could match it. After walking around in this paradise longer than he should have something new popped up. Breaking through the earth, came a glowing, purple light. His eyes came face to face with the lions. They were foggy, purple orbs stuck in small eye sockets. A finger push to each sent them through to the other side. After a soft crack the doors swung open, knocking Amos right to the ground. Once back up, his whole body froze to let his shiny, pearl like eyes stare down a dark, misty corridor.

End of Chapter One