Ok so I decided it was best if I were to continue this story, that I would upload the rest of the chapters and will continue where Miabiv left off. All credit for this story goes to her and all credit for the Harry Potter world and its characters go to J.K. Rowling.
Hi, I'm Amelia Biviano. But just call me Mia, that's what everyone calls me. I'm your average 15 year old. My day consists of school and sometimes I hang out with my friends.
I get pretty good grades and so do the rest of the people I hang out with. See my friends and I are about the only people in our school who don't smoke pot or drink or get pregnant, because in Chittenango, that's how most kids entertain themselves.
The small town of Chittenango is full of sketchy people, and once someone is born here they usually don't leave. But I know I will. I hate this place.
I live on the outskirts of town on a gigantic hill, or as my uncles refer to it: "Biviano Mountain." I live with my parents, my Rottweiler Shepard mix Dexter (he's still just a puppy but he's gigantic and just about the only one who understands me in this house), and my cat whose name is kitty... yes I know very creative.
It's the middle of July; summer break, its my favorite time of the year because today is my birthday and I'm sitting here alone in my house while my parents are in Canada visiting old family friends. I'm glad I didn't have to go because those people drive me crazy. I'm happy sitting here watching "The Green Mile" one of my favorite movies. CRASH!
What the hell was that?
I ran into the kitchen only to see that Dexter is, not surprisingly, eating the cat's food. "Dexter no!" I yelled at the stupid dog.
He turns to look at me and gives me an annoyed look and a discontented sigh. "Oh I'm sorry did I offend you?" I ask sarcastically.
He just rolls his eyes and sat behind my dad's chair and pouted. I swear I think that dog understands me sometimes.
Its now 10:00 and my house is creepy as hell. I hate being alone in this dark house. Just as I'm thinking of all the ghosts that are most likely roaming my house plotting on ways to kill me, there is a knock at the door. I immediately freak out.
But I have prepared for a situation like this. See my dad is very protective that's why he bought a dog like Dexter in the hope that if they were out, he could protect me. Dexter has been training with the police dogs, and so far it has turned out very well.
Anyway, after Dexter hears the knock he goes ballistic. I put his collar on him; check to make sure the 9 irons is next to the door and make sure my phone is in my pocket.
I opened the door to reveal an extremely elderly man dressed in blue robes and a very long beard. "Hi, is there something I can help you with?" I asked the man apprehensively.
"Yes, are you Amelia Biviano?" He asked in a deep voice. How did this man know my name? I'm debating weather or not I should lie. I finally decided to just say yeah. I mean if he's going to kidnap me then I guess I could use a little adventure in my life.
"Uhm...yeah. What can I do for you?" I asked
"Can I come in? There is something I need to tell you but it may take a while to explain." He had a heavy English accent, which I found weird. I haven't met many English people in the US. I let him in and invite him to sit down.
God if my parents ever found out I did this, they'd kill me. I gave Dexter a treat and told him to be a good boy. He gave me an understanding look but kept a watchful eye on the old man.
"So... you said you needed to tell me something? How do you know my name? Who are you?" The man had a twinkle in his eye that made him look friendly and genuine.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am a wizard." What the fuck? Great, I let a crack head old man into my house. Dexter could feel me tense up. He had a fierce look in his eye.
"Um... you also seem to be on crack, now I suggest you leave before I let this dog go." Dexter was now growling at this so-called Dumbledore.
But the old man wouldn't have that because he then took a long stick out of his pocket, pointed it at the coffee table separating us and it just... floated. He just made the coffee table float. I stared at it in awe as he gently set it back on the floor.
"H-how... how did you do that?" Ok so maybe he was a wizard...
"I am a wizard. And you are a witch. Tell me Amelia, have you ever had strange things happen to you? Maybe when you were upset or angry?" Now that I think about it, I have.
Like that one time the soldiers showed up at my door, telling me my brother wasn't coming home. I had cried my heart out that day but the weird part was, when they told me, the glass I was holding in my hand just broke. I wasn't holding onto it that tight, it just combusted.
"Yeah I guess it has... Why are you telling me this?"
"Because Amelia, you need to know that your last name isn't Biviano... It's potter." Wait so... what? Does that mean I'm adopted?
"So what you're telling me is... I'm adopted?"
"Yes. And your parents are not in Canada, they left you. They knew you were a witch when they took you in and they agreed that on your 15th birthday they would let you go live in the magic world. I know I'm being very bold about this and I know it's a lot to take in and if you don't believe me, your parents have written you a letter, here take it."
At this point you can imagine how I felt. Having a random old man walk into your house tell you you're a witch and that you're adopted and that your parents have just left you with nothing but a letter telling you how much they love you and how sorry they are, its very hard.
"...Oh." That was all I could muster up. Even Dexter looked sad and confused. In the letter it explained that they bought Dexter for me and that I am to take him with me into the wizarding world.
Dumbledore looked at me sympathetically. "I am very sorry that this has happened to you." He went on to explain that my real parents were killed by an evil wizard and that he also tried to kill my bother and I (Oh yes, apparently I have a brother too.)
He said that I should go pack all of my stuff because my brother and godfather were waiting patiently to meet me and they would give me the whole story because we were running low on time. So that's exactly what I did.
I ran up to my messy room and packed all my clothes including my iPhone, the diamond seahorse earrings my grandmother gave me just before she died, and my running flats (I'm in track and running is a very big part in my life.) Once I had everything packed, I ran down stairs to be greeted with the sight of Dexter sitting on Dumbledore's lap.
"Dexter get down right now!" I yelled at him. He gave me yet another irritated sigh and got off of his lap.
Dumbledore gave a jolly laugh and said, "You have quite the companion Amelia."
"Yes well he's a very bad dog." He laughed at the look Dexter gave me as if to say 'stop embarrassing me!'. I shook my head and grabbed Dexter's food, leash, and running collar. Yes running collar because he's such a spoiled brat. I put Dexter's leash on him and he seemed happy that we were getting out of the house.
"Okay I'm ready."
"Excellent, take my arm we're going to apparate." I had no idea what that was but I was just too tired to question it. I took his arm and suddenly felt a sickening pull in my stomach. Once I opened my eyes I saw we were in a different place.
We were in the middle of a street facing a bunch of apartment buildings, when suddenly the buildings started to separate creating a new building. It was probably magic. That my new explanation for everything now. Its magic it doesn't have to make sense.
We walked into the apartment building and Dumbledore put a finger to his lips signaling to be quite. I nodded, there were probably people sleeping. We walked down a long hallway that was very rugged and shabby looking. We entered what seemed to be a kitchen with a long table in it and a few people occupying the chairs in it.
As we walked in all heads turned to us. I absolutely hated be the center of attention. I instantly turned pink as everyone stared at me in awe. There was a pleasantly plump looking woman who had flaming red hair.
Much brighter than my burgundy/auburnish hair. She looked to be around 45. There was also a tired shabby looking man who had sandy blonde hair and a man who had black hair that came to about his chin.
Both of these men looked very tired and probably in their early 40s. And then there was a boy about my age with messy black hair and piercing green eyes like mine.
"Just like her mother." The black haired man whispered.
"Amelia, this is Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and Harry Potter." Dumbledore said. I looked at everyone around the table and when I locked eyes with who I assumed to be my brother, I just knew I loved him right then and there. I knew I would do anything for this boy, my brother. And it looked like he returned the feelings.
The ginger woman seemed to snap out of it quickly as she stood up she gave me a bone crushing hug. "Darling you look just like your mother. A bit peaky, I'm going to have to put some meat on those bones. Would you like something to eat?"
"No thank you I'm not hungry."
"Please dear, call me Molly." She said kindly. Once everyone else seemed to snap out of it they gave all gave me huge smiles. "Sit down you must be very tired." I sat down next to Harry. And with a big goofy smile on my face I said: "Hi." Real smooth Mia. Real smooth.
He laughed and gave me a hug surprising me greatly. "You really don't know how long I've waited to meet you." He said with so much emotion in his voice it broke my heart. It's gotta suck knowing you have an alive relative all your life but not being able to meet her.
"I know how you feel, I've been waiting a whole..." I looked at my watch. 11:30. "Hour and thirty minutes." They all laughed at that. It's nice to know I actually have one real relative.
"I'm sure Dumbledore has told you, we will fill you in on the whole story?" Remus asked me.
"Yes but not tonight if that's ok with you. I'm extremely tired." It was true. I thought I was going to pass out of exhaustion at any moment. It was a tough day and Dexter seemed to agree with me because he yawned and looked at me tiredly.
"Yes of course. I'm sure this has been a lot to take in. Harry can show you where your room is." Sirius said kindly.
"Thank you." I said tiredly. Harry took my bags and I took Dexter's leash and we headed up the stairs.
Harry led me into my room on the 3rd floor. It was old looking but I was still grateful for it. I let Dexter off of his leash and he immediately jumped up on the bed and lay down. Harry went over to him and start to pet him but Dexter rolled on his back and insisted Harry rub his belly. "You have a very nice dog. What's his name?"
"Thank you. His name is Dexter." I said and went over to sit on the bed next to him.
He looked at me and said, "Listen, if you ever need anything, anything at all just know I'm here for you. And I know we've only just met but you're my sister and I would do anything for you."
This statement brought tears to my eyes. And Harry seemed to notice them because he pulled me into a hug. I knew in that instant we would be best friends and the awkwardness between us seemed to be gone. It was relieving to see that he had accepted me so willingly.
When we separated he said, "My room is right across the hall if you need anything okay?"
I had to change a few details, but nothing mayor. So hope you like this story and again all credit goes to Miabiv and J.K. Rowling.