Hello Readers! I'm afraid that this is a sad chapter. Thanks for the fantastic reviews, please keep them coming, without further ado, I give you chapter ten!

I do not own Harry Potter

AMY POV:

I kissed my dad on each cheek and wished him luck for his operation. It wasn't long before we tumbled out of the fireplace in Hogwarts and fell into a restless sleep.

All too soon, I was roughly shaken awake by a wide-eyed Lily.

"Amy! Get up! Get dressed! Quickly! Come on! It's your dad!" she shrieked hysterically. I shot out of bed and threw on the nearest clothes to me. I found the Marauders waiting outside the door.

Together, we raced to McGonagall's office where she had the fireplace ready. She was unusually bight eyed and when she spoke, her voice wavered.

"Give my wishes to your parents", she told me as I was absorbed by the emerald flames.

My feet had barely made contact with the floor when I began sprinting. My friends were hot on my heels.

"Hey! No running!" A healer shouted at us but we ignored her protests and skidded into the room where my dad had been. It was empty. Just as panic built in my chest, Remus calmly asked a healer,

"Excuse me, but could you tell us where has been moved to, this is his daughter here?"

"I shouldn't really be telling you this, but you seem desperate. He's in the Merlin ward, second on your right", she instructed. James thanked her, and we skidded down the corridor.

Sirius was the fastest runner and he burst through the door. I came behind him and instantly spotted my mother.

"Mum!" What's going on?" I sobbed. Her face was frozen and her eyes wide, she numbly indicated towards dad. He was perfectly still on the bed. His skin was the colour of the hospital sheets and he was hooked up to numerous evil looking contraptions which beeped on irregular intervals. His breathing was haggard and forced, his eyes shut.

I collapsed onto the armchair beside his bed and pulled it closer. I grabbed his freezing cold hand and gripped it tightly. My eyes closed and I begged. I begged any gods, or whoever the hell could help to make my dad better. He couldn't go.

I pleaded with Godric Gryffindor, I begged Merlin – I even considered asking Salazar Slytherin before jolting back to my senses. The irregular beeping noise began to slow down. I didn't know what it meant but surely it wasn't good. I shot my mother a panicked look and Sirius ran for a Healer. He was back less than a minute later with a plump lady in uniform. She took Dad's pulse and consulted with the machines.

She shouted for help and several Healers ran to her aid. We were pushed aside as they flooded to my father. They began pouring potions down his neck and were performing healing spells on him. Mum had silent tears streaming down her face and my cheeks were wet too. I pushed my way through the healers and grabbed Dad's hand again. I knew it was too late.

Everything went into slow motion. It was just me, Dad and the irritating beeping noise that told me that he was still here. But then it was just Dad and I as the beeping noise stopped. He was still, his chest was no longer rising and I knew.

"NOOOOO! DAD! COME BACK!" I screamed hysterically. I shook the bed violently, trying to wake him up. "STOP JOKING! WAKE UP!"

But he didn't move. He never would ever again.

I was engulfed by strong arms and I cried harder than ever before. I cried myself hoarse for hours. It felt as though my heart had been ripped out.

My dad was dead. That's not supposed to happen until I'm an adult, an old adult. My daddy wasn't supposed to leave me. He was too young. He died because some stupid operation went wrong. He needed the operation because he attacked himself until he was on the verge of death.

What had it been like for him?

REMUS POV

I watched as Andrew Griffon struggled to survive. I knew that it was too late. I had known since yesterday. He had known himself. Amy hadn't.

The look on her face as she saw her father breathe his last breath absolutely broke my heart. It ripped it out and tore it into millions of tiny pieces.

She screamed. A hysterical, terrified, vulnerable sound that should never have been uttered by anybody. It pierced through my skin and flooded through my body like only the Full Moon could.

I instinctively pulled her into my arms. I murmured to her that everything would be fine. I promised her that we'd never leave her, that she wasn't alone.

The tears didn't stop.