I do not own Harry Potter only the situations in which I put them in. I also own Amy, who is not to be used by others without my permission.

After the last remains of the dessert had been cleared away from the tables, McGonagall rose from her seat and addressed the students one last time that evening, "Alright everyone it is time to say goodnight so that you may be rested for your first day of lessons tomorrow. Now go on, scoot!"

With much scraping and banging of benches, the many students rose as one student body. Amy heard the prefects yelling for the first years to follow them to their new dormitories, the older teens griping about lessons tomorrow, and how bad they dreaded seeing certain teachers, and how in return some of the teachers were also complaining about how they dreaded class tomorrow, and the return of some of their students.

Amy smiled to herself somewhat amused. This was typical school, and for a brief moment was sorry she had missed her own opportunity to be with her peers and be "normal". She let out a mental sigh and her exhaustion finally hit her like a ton of bricks.

McGonagall noticed her action and leaned down and asked, "Would you like to talk to Harry tomorrow?"

"Oh," Amy's head snapped up, she had completely forgotten about Harry. "No, I want to speak to him tonight and only him."

McGonagall gave her a curt nod and was about to yell for him when he came to Amy's place at the table completely on his own. Before Amy could even utter a syllable Harry barked, "You have questions to answer."

Amy raised an eyebrow and said in a more authoritative tone, "You continue to speak to me like that and you may not get anything from me. I answer questions when I'm ready too."

Harry blinked as if he had just been slapped in the face. He was not used to being put in his place like that. It was usually him who was putting others in their places and jumping down their throats. Harry cleared his throat correcting himself and restated, "What I meant is I have some questions for you that I hope you answer."

The corners of Amy mouth twitched as she replied, "That's more like it. I would be glad to answer any and all questions you have to the best of my ability. Perhaps you would like to discuss this in Professor McGonagall's office?"

Harry then glanced at McGonagall who was listening in. She nodded at the suggestion and together all three of them exited the Hall and made their way to McGonagall's office. For Amy it seemed like the longest walk she had ever taken in her life. She hoped the office was not too much farther since she felt like she was a prisoner walking Death Row. Finally they turned a corner and faced a gargoyle. McGonagall and Harry stopped directly in front of it while Amy stood behind them unsure of what to do.

"Safety," McGonagall spoke loudly and clearly to the gargoyle. Its eyes seemed to sparkle for a second as if it had recognized some sort of password or voice recognition. All of a sudden the gargoyle sprang to life and hopped aside to reveal a spiraling, upward moving staircase. McGonagall and Harry automatically stepped onto it, Amy following and learning behind them. Then Amy heard a rustling behind her and whipped around while she rode the staircase up. She quickly scanned the corridor before it disappeared out of sight. She did not see or hear anything else, but she had the impression that they were being followed.

When the stairs stopped they were facing a large wooden door. McGonagall marched forward and pushed the door open, Harry and Amy hot on her heels. When all three were in the circular office, McGonagall took her place behind her desk while Amy and Harry occupied the two seats opposite her. After they had situated themselves into comfortable positions, McGonagall cleared her throat, looked at Harry and asked, "Would you like to start?"

Harry nodded, turned to Amy and said, "Why did you not tell me who you were in the beginning?"

Amy knew that would be one of the first questions asked. Before she answered she mulled possible answers around in her head before finally replying, "I did not know how you would handle such information. I did not know whether anyone had told you that you had a younger American sister, and if no one had I certainly was not going to be the one to undo anything."

Harry stared at her for a moment. He seemed satisfied with her response so he asked his next question, "Do the Weasleys know who you are?"

"Yes," Amy answered without hesitation, "they had an idea of who I was but were not willing to bet their lives on it. Also I know you are going to ask about Mr. Ollivander, and yes, he knows who I am too."

Harry showed no reaction to this news, but inside of him she guessed every kind of emotion was beginning to surface.

"What about the animals," Harry asked narrowing his eyes slightly. "I saw you leave the Magical Menagerie after the snake talked to you and called you his Queen. Care to explain that?"

Amy studied Harry for a minute contemplating on whether to confide in him or McGonagall just yet. Just as she was about to answer a small noise unnoticed by the others made her sit straight up and draw her wand.

"It was only a question," Harry explained quickly, thinking she had drawn the wand on him. Amy glanced at McGonagall before staring at the door. Slowly, Amy got up from her seat and moved to the side of McGonagall's desk and whispered so only she could hear, "We have a visitor."

McGonagall looked puzzled and alarmed when Amy sent a spell at the door. There was a yelp of pain from the other side and Amy rushed to thrust it open and surprise their unwanted guest. However, when Amy opened the door, she found Umbridge standing a ways back from the door now rubbing her right ear which had become red and raw looking where Amy's spell had burnt it, while her left hand looked the same way where she had pressed on the door when she had been eavesdropping.

"Professor Umbridge," Amy said with coldness in every syllable, "may I ask what you are doing eavesdropping on a private family conversation?"

"Well…I was," Umbridge stuttered, trying to make her story sound more convincing to Amy who stood glaring at her with her arms folded. "I wanted to see Professor McGonagall about my post and when I heard voices coming from the office I…"

"Decided this conversation should be part of your business," Amy cut across her, tired of her lying. Above everything else, lying was one of Amy's biggest pet peeves.

"Well, no," Umbridge stuttered again surprised by Amy sudden accusation.

"Professor Umbridge," Amy continued, advancing on the cowering, toad-like woman, "I knew someone was following us up here, and I would be willing to bet my ass it was you. If I ever find you sneaking around my affairs with anyone again, I will personally see to it that you are removed from Hogwarts. I will not tolerate someone nosing where they shouldn't."

Umbridge looked as if she had just had the full Body-Bind curse put on her. After a few seconds of silence Umbridge seemed to sense it was time to leave, and she whispered to Amy in a deadly tone, "Watch your back, Potter!"

"That's Lieutenant Potter to you," Amy shot back without looking down at her. Umbridge's face swelled up and Amy pushed the door closed in her face from where she stood and let it slam; the looks on Harry's and McGonagall's faces shown a mixture of shock, praise, and amusement.

"Brilliant," was all Harry could say as he watched Amy take her seat again.

McGonagall remained silent after a moment before she finally said smiling, "Amy, I believe we are going to be great friends."

Amy smiled to both of them as she explained, "Sorry you had to see that, but I just can't stand it when someone not only makes another's business his own but then lies about it."

Amy shook her head then turned to Harry and asked, "What was your question again? It was about the snake and the animals, right?"

Harry nodded and sat back down himself having stood up when he had seen Umbridge on the other side of the threshold. His breathing increased as she said, "Well, the animals act the way they do because I am an Animagus. However, my Animagus somewhat resembles a mythical creature that the animals have come to call their Queen. My powers while I am an Animagus are almost like this mythical creature, but then again they are not. It's hard to explain, but you may see it someday."

Harry and McGonagall stared at her with wide, round eyes. Harry was going to ask a question when McGonagall beat him to it, "What is your Animagus?"

Amy answered with a small smirk on her face, "I like to keep that a secret."

"Why," Harry asked.

"Because if I told you, my presence would not be as powerful as it is the first time anyone sees me," Amy explained, chuckling slightly at the confusion on both McGonagall's and Harry's faces.

Amy looked at her watch and said, "Well, in order for me to be at my best tomorrow I require eight hours of sleep. I want to get started at about six or six thirty in the morning, so if we could stop the interview here tonight?"

McGonagall looked at Harry and nodded to him, a sign which said to him that he was allowed to leave. Harry rose from his seat, bade both women goodnight, and made his way towards Gryffindor Tower to tell Ron, Hermione, and Ginny about their time together.

Meanwhile Amy was still in McGonagall's office. She and McGonagall had watched Harry leave and had heard the moving staircase stop when he was out of earshot.

"Where do I stay," Amy asked, looking around the office not seeing any possible accommodations made for her.

"I've set you up with a bed upstairs," McGonagall told her pointing to where a rather large telescope was stationed unused and forgotten. "I have my own private bathroom here in the office you are more than welcome to use. This is your home now."

Amy thanked then went upstairs where she found her suitcases. She got ready for bed, and then went down to the bathroom to use the toilet and brush her teeth. When she had finished she saw McGonagall turning down her own bed in her quarters.

"Good night, Professor McGonagall," Amy said as she climbed the stairs.

"Good night, Amy," McGonagall replied sincerely, "I hope you sleep well."

"I'm sure I will," Amy answered.

Amy was so tired that when she hit the bed, she immediately fell asleep.

LS

"Lilly, it's him, he's here!" Amy heard a man shout.

She was sitting in a high chair in the kitchen. She watched the man hurry to her and lift her up out of her seat. He raced with her into a living room where he kept turning around and around in circles as if he was confused and did not know where to go. Finally he stopped and was looking at the couch. He took her from his shoulder into his hands and held her out to where he could see her. She could see that he had black, untidy hair, round glasses, and hazel eyes, her eyes. It finally clicked that this was her father.

He had pain in his eyes as he stared at her then he thrust her into him and planted a huge kiss on her plump baby cheek.

"I'm sorry to do this to you, sweetheart," he explained hurriedly, frantically staring out the window then back at her the entire time. "I'm only doing this to keep you alive. I love you, baby. Grow up to be big and strong. You're like your mother so change the world!"

He then gave her one last kiss and then shoved her underneath the couch like someone would a dinner tray. Just then, the front door burst off its hinges as she saw the hem of a black cloak come into view along with her father's socked feet. She heard them talking, then shouting, then Dueling as he yelled something to his wife and son upstairs. Then she saw a flash of green light and then her father's face came into view as he had crumpled onto the floor dead, his unblinking eyes staring eerily at her. Yet, she did not scream or cry or do anything, it was if even at that young age she knew she had to stay alive.

Then it was as if sixteen years had literally flown by, and she stood now beside the couch now rather than under it. She saw who she assumed was Voldemort break into their home, and now had the intellect to understand what her father had been yelling to the rest of his family in his final minutes.

"Lilly, take Harry and run! I'll try to hold him off!"

Just then Voldemort's lipless mouth curved into a smile and he raised his wand and killed her father right in front of her eyes. Even though she had just witnessed this as a baby she still yelled in shock, surprise, and anguish. Voldemort then turned and looked at her with his red eyes, raised his wand to her, and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

She opened her eyes and quickly sat up in bed. She looked around her, not really sure where she was. Then it came back to her that she was in McGonagall's office camping out at Hogwarts because she had agreed to protect them this year. She laid back down breathing hard, her tank top drenched in her sweat. She closed her eyes for a while trying to level her breathing when she heard a familiar voice say to her, "Amelia, are you alright?"

Amy opened her eyes and turned her head in the direction of the voice. In the dark it was hard to make out who was calling her name, but then she saw silver hair and beard and knew who it was immediately.

"Yeah," she swallowed uneasily, "just a nightmare I haven't had in years, that's all."

"Alright," Dumbledore said, still sounding a little concerned. "Would you like me to fetch Professor McGonagall for you?"

"No," Amy almost yelled. She covered her mouth and said quietly, "Not a word to her about this, agreed? I don't need her feeling as if she has to watch over me. It's just a dream and I'll live with it."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Well, you know what's best for you. However, I shall stay right here until I am satisfied that you are peacefully sound asleep again."

"Thank you, Dumbledore," Amy said sincerely then rolled over onto her side, her back facing Dumbledore so he could not see her face.

What is going on, she thought frustrated.

After lying awake for an hour, Amy finally fell into a somewhat troublesome sleep.