Disclaimer: I'm not JKR so obviously I dont' own Harry Potter.
Chapter four Over Breakfast
Amelia woke early the next morning. The house was quiet, Sirius and his Godson the famous Harry Potter were still sleeping she guessed. Getting out of bed,
she dropped to her knees and prayed:
"Father God thank you for this new day, thank you that I'm in a safe place and I'm not alone. Please help me cope with the sadness of losing my parents.
Harry Potter has come to stay, I'm a bit nervous of meeting him but it would be so nice if we could become friends, then I wouldn't feel alone when I go
to Hogwarts. I pray that he will accept me as I am, I know not many witches and wizards have faith in you and people will think I'm strange because I do
but I'm not going to deny you or what I believe in. Please help me to be strong and to share your truth with the people I meet. Amen."
She sat on her bed and read her bible for a while, the bible that had belonged to her mother and was the one thing she had left of her parents. She had been carrying it when her father had got word of a possible Death Eater attack and had sent her through the floo to Dumbledore.
When she had finished her chapter she got dressed and went downstairs and made a cup of tea. She was cooking scrambled eggs for breakfast when Harry appeared.She smiled nervously at him and said hello.
"Hi,that smells good. I guess you're Amelia?" Harry felt a bit stupid saying something like that, but all of a sudden he was nervous too. Amelia was a pretty girl with dark brown hair that fell in soft curls to her hips, big blue eyes and a sweet smile. She was quite a bit shorter than Harry but she had a quiet strength and dignity about her. He guessed she was the source of the singing. This girl aroused his curiosity. He wanted to know more. She was still smiling at Harry but looked at him in a way that told him she was terribly nervous. She didnt stare at his scar he noted which was kind of nice.
"Oh yeah!" She was replying. "And you must be Harry?" She giggled nervously. "There's enough breakfast for you if you want some," she offered.
"Thanks," he answered and went through to the bathroom. When he came back there were two plates of egs and a plate of buttered toast on the table. Harry poured himself some tea and sat down.
"Mmm this tastes good," he said.
"I like cooking," she said a little bit defensively, "My mother was a Muggle and she taught me." she wasn't sure if Harry was one of those wizards who hated Muggle borns.
"My Aunt Petunia taught me to cook, she and my uncle and cousin are Muggles but my Mum was a witch," Harry told her.
"Sirius told me about your parents, i'm sorry," she said quietly.
"He told me what happened to yours too, I'm sorry," Harry answered, unsure what else to say. What did you say to someone who had lost their parents just a few days ago?
"O well," she said, blushing a little, "I'm a Christian and my faith helps me,"
Harry did a double take. he looked at her for a moment without speaking. He had never discussed religion before. His aunt and uncle used to tell him he was too evil to enter a church, not that they ever went to church. After a moment, he feebly replied, "O, well, that's good," He had never met anyone before who talked about their faith like she was speaking of it now and certainly not a witch. It made him a bit uncomfortable although he couldn't have said why.
"Do you think that being a Christian makes me less magical?" her voice was almost angry.
"Um I hadn't really thought about that,"
"Some people do," she went on, "It was the Christians that burned witches in the Middle Ages after all."
""Um yeah, we learned about that in History of Magic," Harry answered. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"My Dad said if I ever went to Hogwarts people wouldn't like me because of being Muggle born and because of my faith, I'm rather nervous about going," she admitted. Harry smiled at her. He knew what it was to be different, his scar had made him an object of curiosity from the day he arrived at school, people pointing and staring, he understood how Amelia felt.
"Not all people at Hogwarts hate Muggle borns," he said, trying to put her at ease, "One of my best friends is Muggle born and she's the best witch in our year."
"Are there any Christians there?" she asked eagerly.
"Maybe," he thought for a moment, "I don't know of any but there might be some." She figured that if there were any they were keeping quiet about it. "My mother was a Christian, and she told my father about it i guess. Apparently he took a while to come around but I was born and he sssss said I was a miricle and his whole outlook changed..." She trailed off looking sad. Harry sat silently wondering what to say to this strange beautiful girl. Suddenly she seemed to come back to herself. Getting up, she collected their dishes and put them in the sink.
"I'll wash up," Harry offered, "You cooked,"
"Ok," she answered, "We'll clean up after Sirius has eaten," she looked at Harry and said quietly, "Sirius said you were ok. He was right." She turned away,
flushing, and left the room. Harry was relieved, he didn't know how he would have answered that.
"Did I hear someone talking about me?" Sirius asked, coming into the room and rubbing his eyes.
"Uh yeah, you want some breakfast?" Harry asked.
"Just tea and toast," he replied. With a flick of Sirius's wand, the bread was putting itself in to the muggle toaster. Harry grinned and poured tea for his Godfather and for himself and they sat down.
"Um, I wanted to ask you about..."
"Why I'm not dead," sirius said sighing, "The truth is I hoped that if I went to the ministry I could portkey you away from there so you wouldn't have to face Voldemort again."
"You knew he would be there?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Well I suspected it, I wanted to protect you in case he was. It was all his plan you know, to make you think I was there, and that bloody house-elf was happy to play along by making you think I had been taken."
"What happened to that bloody house elf anyway?" Harry asked with a grin.
"Well, poor Creecher," Harry raised an eyebrow. "As I was saying," Sirius continued,
"Poor Creecher had become quite Deranged of late. The night I survived, he babbled on that he felt the blood trator who was his master wasnt dead, but
the death eaters didn't believe him. They killed him. They still think I'm dead and so does the ministry. The ministry still think I'm guilty you know,
Of course the order members know i'm alive and are still miss directing the ministry. Anyway getting back to what i was saying before," I didn't get the
chance to help you any, when I realised I was going through that veil I portkeyed out of there. I feel responsible that I couldn't help you Harry."
"It was all my fault anyway!" Harry cried bitterly, "If I hadn't believed that dream or vision or whatever it was I wouldn't have gone and I wouldn't have put you and my friends in danger."
Sirius got up from the table and went to stand beside Harry. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"It wasn't all your fault and you shouldn't think that way Harry. Dumbledore should have told you about the prophecy earlier so you wouldn't have been lured by voldemort, and snape or someone should have realised what you were going to do and taken steps to stop you, although I guess you wouldn't have listened to anything he had to say. It's true you should have tried harder to learn Occlumency but having Snape as a teacher wouldn't have been much fun."
"You got that right," Harry said darkly. Harry remembered the pensive and the part James and sirius had played in all that, but he pushed the thought aside.
He wasn't going to feel sorry for Snape. Sirius broke through his thoughts.
"Anyway nothing happened to me and everyone came out all right so no more blaming yourself ok?"
Sirius was looking at him sternly. Harry sighed. "Yeah I guess you're right," he agreed.