I could see the hurt in his eyes as he carried her into the kitchen. She was shaking something awful. I could tell she had been crying a lot, and there seemed to be no signs of her stopping. Somehow she looked smaller than even Lily in his arms. Lily. I'm glad mum took her out for the afternoon. I put the teapot on the stove and added water. I pulled out a chair for her, and when Harry tried to sit her in it, she started kicking and crying harder. We looked at each other. This was not good. Harry just sat down instead continuing to hold her. I noticed she was wearing his jacket and my heart shattered. This poor girl. This poor sweet girl.

"Harry, I'm going to try to get Hermione over here." His face became even grimmer, but he just nodded.

I don't remember much in between Mr. Potter bursting through the door and saving me and waking up the next day back in my bed at the Burrow. The nightmare still fresh on my mind as I opened my eyes and realized Ginny was holding my hand. She shushed me and told me it was okay. She ran her fingers through my hair so lightly I wasn't sure it was even happening. I slowly relaxed my breathing. My heart rate slowed. I took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes. There were tears in them.

"They found your mum. She's okay. She's in St. Mungo's recovering, but she's going to be okay. You can go see her tomorrow if you want, but you don't have to."

I nodded my head. Acknowledging that Ginny spoke, but not indicating any emotions I felt about this. We sat in silence for a little while.

"Amelia, are you hungry? Mum has been cooking up a storm, and I would be more than happy to bring something up for you."

Food. There's a thought. The second Ginny said 'hungry' I could feel my stomach clench and roll over as if it was trying to ingest itself. I simply nodded again. Ginny squeezed my hand and leaned over to kiss my forehead. She stood and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

I rolled over onto my side and put my hands under my head. I couldn't feel any bruising. Someone had obviously healed me because there is no way he touched me like that and didn't leave a mark. I shuddered. I couldn't physically feel the pain, but I could remember his cold hands touching me roughly ignoring my cries of protest. His dry lips settling for my neck when I wouldn't keep my head still. I brought my knees into my chest and curled up even smaller. Thank Godric that Mr. Potter was there with me. I didn't want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't been there.

Being the youngest really stinks. After Daddy took Amelia on a trip, I didn't get to see her again for a long time, which was very sad. I was tired of my only friends being my cousins. Most of them were bigger and at Hogwarts now anyway. I wasn't allowed to stay and Grandmum's house either, which next to Hogwarts was one of my favorite places. The grown-ups were hiding something from me. I didn't like it. Not one bit. I wanted to see Amelia. Mum said she was sick and needed to left alone so she could feel better. That's why I was staying with Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur. Mum was helping Amelia feel better. I was not a baby. I was almost grown up. I could help too.

So I snuck into the living room, climbed on the back of the couch to reach the Floo Powder. I could do this without a grown up! I threw it into the fireplace and shouted. "THE BURROW!"

I was alone at the Burrow. Molly was off picking up some groceries. Arthur was at work. None of their kids were visiting today. I hadn't seen Mr. Potter since that day. Which was very sad for me. I wanted to thank him. Whenever I asked Ginny where he was, she gave very vague answers about him being busy at work. Ginny was off talking to their friend Hermione. She would be over later than day to talk to me. I wasn't really sure why, but Ginny kept telling me that Hermione was great. Based on what I read from my history book, I knew Ginny was probably right.

Suddenly I heard a big crash from the living room and a high pitched "OW!". I jumped out of the bed and grabbed my wand. Did I venture down to see what was happening? Did I pretend I hadn't heard it and act like I wasn't here? I hadn't left my room since that day. Only to use the restroom. I peered out the door and down the steps, but of course I could see nothing. Damn turny steps. I started to slowly descend, and as I got closer to the living room I could hear grumblings and sniffles.

There she was sitting on the ground holding her leg with blood dripping out from under her hands. Lily Luna Potter.

I rushed over to her. There were tears in her eyes, but they lit up when they saw me. "Amelia!" she whispered.

I brushed her hair out of her eyes and moved her hands to see how bad the cut was. It wasn't terrible. I shushed her and told her as much. I scooped her up into my arms, my breath catching as I realized Lily's father had scooped me up the same way only a week ago. I ignored the pang in my stomach and carried her into the kitchen. I turned on the water and found a towel from the drawer. I wet it and began wiping the blood from Lily's leg and applying pressure to the cut. It was a little deeper than I first thought and kept holding the towel there. After a couple minutes, I told Lily to reach over and wet another towel. I replaced the old one, throwing it into the sink, letting the running water rinse it out. I grabbed the notepad Molly usually wrote her grocery list on and began penning a note.

Mr. Potter,

I am very sorry to bother you at work. Lily showed up in the living room and seems to have cut her leg. She's okay, but I think it's too much to let it heal the Muggle way, and I don't know very much about healing. No one else is here, and I'm not sure exactly where to find them. I would floo you, but I think Lily would not be happy if I left her alone. She's a little upset.

Please come to the Burrow.

Amelia

I didn't know how far the Ministry was or how long it would take for the letter to reach Mr. Potter. I also didn't know how much longer it would be until someone else returned home. I got Lily to stop crying, and she even reached into the cabinet and got us some cookies. She had to feed them to me while I held the towel to her leg. I was just placing the third towel onto her leg, as the second was saturated with her blood, when a pop echoed through the kitchen. Lily and I both screamed. It was Mr. Potter.

"Lily!" He rushed over and put his hands on top of mine, gently pulling back the towel. He winced a little bit at the sight of the gash, but whipped out his wand and muttered something I couldn't quite hear. I could see the cut start to mend. It was almost like her leg just zipped itself up. Harry hugged her tightly and stroked her hair. It was sweet. I hadn't seen too many fathers with their daughters. He pulled away and kissed her forehead.

Then he let go and pulled me into a very similar hug. I was stiff at first, but slowly melted and wrapped my arms around his back and held on tightly. I didn't want to let go, but when he pulled away, he kissed my forehead too.

He patted the counter next to Lily, and I hopped up. Mr. Potter vanished the bloody towels out of the sink and turned the water off. He waved his wand and cleaned the blood off of us. I was thankful. I was just starting to feel a little queasy. It was more blood than I was comfortable with.

That night, Lily got quite the talking to about using the Floo by herself.

I got lots of hugs from vary members of the Potter and Weasley families, thanking me for being there for Lily. Lily being the most prominent one. Hugging me every chance she got. As the sky grew so dark it was almost black, she demanded a sleepover. She led me up the steps where we both changed into our pjs, and she climbed into my bed and pulled me in with her.

"I don't have a sister," she whispered to me in the dark. "But I think I would like for you to be mine now."

I just hugged her closer and told her to close her eyes, she had had a very long day, and so did I.