AN: Here's the next chapter! Sorry for any confusion anyone may have had in the last chapter. I fixed the mistake in the last chapter, so everything's good.

Dedication: To my friend Gabi! Hope you have a wonderful birthday!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Amy! Pay attention! This is serious!" Amy looked up at Georgie, who was staring intensely at her. "Honestly Amy! This is a matter of life and-" she broke off, at the looks she was getting from Michelle and Katherine. "Er- I mean… it's just a figure of speech."

Amy laughed slightly. "I know Georgie," she said turning towards the girl. "What's up?" Georgie glanced briefly at the other girls, before continuing.

"Okay," she said slowly. "This is extremely important." Amy nodded in all seriousness.

"I got that Gie," she said laughing again. Georgie reached behind her pulling out two identical dresses of the same color.

"Which one would look better on me?" She questioned, looking around at the girls seriously. The other three looked at each other for a moment, before roaring with laughter. "Guys!" Georgie cried, stomping her foot, "I'm not kidding!" The girls continued to laugh, holding their sides as they gasped.

"Oh, Georgie," Amy breathed through giggles, "I've missed you!" She gave the frowning girl a hug. "This one," she said when she pulled away, pointing to the one of the left. "Trust me." A smile broke out across Georgie's face.

"Thanks bestie!" she squealed, squishing her tightly. The girls continued to giggle, as she hurried off to change.

"I've missed this," Amy muttered, leaning back into her seat. "I've missed you guys."

Several days had passed since Amy left Hogwarts for the summer, and she had returned to Chicago. Most of the days were spent with the girls, falling easily into a routine. They would meet up at Katherine and Michelle's apartment, and from there they would plan the day. Museums, shopping, the beach, they were trying to fit in as much as they could in the two weeks they had with Amy.

She had told them everything that had happened since she had last seen them, leaving out the part about the dementor and the Order. She was ashamed about what had happened with the dementor, and she didn't want to give them anything that could be held against them, and the Order of the Phoenix was definitely something that could be held against them.

They were horrified to learn what had happened at the last task and tried to restrain themselves from bringing it up, fearing that Amy would crack. While the other girls failed to notice Amy wincing and shuddering when it got quiet, Michelle did, and it worried her.

Michelle glanced around the empty room; Katherine had gone to help Georgie, before scooting next to Amy who was lost in thought.

"Hey Amy," she said softly, drawing Amy's attention to her. Amy looked around the room, finding that she and Michelle were alone. "Umm, you know, I've been wondering something." Amy stared at Michelle curiously. "Have you been holding something back about what happened at Hogwarts?"

Amy's eyes widened slightly, and she tapped her fingers nervously on her thigh. "N-No, of course not, why would you think that?" Amy rambled. Michelle stared at her, reaching her hand across to stop Amy's dancing fingers.

"You're lying," she said simply. She nodded at the now stilled hand. "You tap your fingers like that when you lie." Amy began to protest, but stopped when Amy looked at her. "Amy, what else happened?"

Amy stared painfully into Michelle's eyes, her jaw wobbling slightly. "Do you remember me telling you about dementors?" Amy asked quietly. When Michelle nodded slowly, Amy continued. "The night of the third task, the Minister brought one with him when he came to see Moody's imposter."

"Okay," Michelle prompted. "So, what happened?"

Amy broke her gaze away from her friend. "In the presence of a dementor, every dark memory, every worst moment of your life, returns to you, and you relive the moments. You feel… you feel as though you'll never be happy again, and since that night… it keeps replaying in my head, over and over…"

"What does, Amy?" Michelle whispered, gripping her hand tightly. "What keeps playing?"

Amy looked up at Michelle, tears in her eyes. "The night you tried to kill yourself," she murmured, tears spilling over and down her suntanned face. "The screams, the screeching, the sobs…"

Michelle swallowed the memories of that night in her head. "Amy," she whispered, "that is my worst memory; it shouldn't have to be yours as well. You need to forget."

"But I can't!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I can't forget that night, because, because I keep thinking of what could have happened, what would've happened if I hadn't run after you, if I hadn't grabbed you in time." Michelle put her hands on Amy's shoulders shaking her.

"But it didn't," she whispered soothingly, pulling the older girl's head onto her lap. Amy continued to weep softly, as Michelle stroked her hair. "You grabbed me," she said shakily. "You saved me, and I got better. You ran after me, you reached me in time. I am still here, and I promise, I'm not going anywhere soon."

After a few moments, Amy sat up tiredly, wiping at her eyes. "I'm sorry," she muttered, angry at herself. "I shouldn't have said anything."

Michelle laughed, punching Amy slightly in the arm. Amy let out a fake groan, glaring playfully behind glassy eyes. "Stop apologizing, and tell me what happen afterwards."

Amy sighed softly. "Well," Amy began, "after the dementor was sent away, I felt sick and was really weak. That's was during the conversation we had with Fudge." Michelle nodded, remembering the story. "Anyway, I was about to leave the hospital wing, when I couldn't move and my vision blacked out. I passed out," she said quietly.

"The next thing I know, I'm sitting in a hospital bed, surrounded by Dumbledore, another teacher, Charlie, and his mom. As soon as Dumbledore left the room, I was out of there. You know I can't stand hospitals." Amy grew silent as she remembered what happened next. How Charlie had tried to help her, and she pushed him away, afraid that he would find her weak. "Charlie came after me. He tried to comfort me, find out what had happened, but… but I left him alone, I left him in the hallway, and I haven't spoken to him since."

Amy looked up at Michelle again. "I-I wish I hadn't, I wish I hadn't left him standing there," she whispered. "His face when I said goodbye, it's-it's just as bad as the memories."

"Well," Michelle broke in slowly, "there's only one thing you can do then." Amy stared curiously at Michelle. "Find him, jump him, make the fuck out with him, and get passed the middle school flirting." Amy's jaw dropped.

"Well, that's probably not the best way to kiss a guy," Michelle shrugged, "but hey, if that's what works for you." Amy laughed, shoving Michelle, who laughed with her. "I'm joking! I'm joking!"

The two continued to laugh, growing quiet as Katherine and Georgie came back into the room.

"Thanks," Amy said softly to Michelle, who looked at her, smiling softly.

"No problem, Boo," Michelle replied.

…..

The next two weeks passed in a flurry of laughter, jokes, and all around fun. Between spending time with her friends and family, Amy sent letters and met up with old classmates, who she knew would be able to keep the secret of the Order. All of them had heard what was going on in England and were willing to help, as long as when it was time for war, something that Dumbledore had assured her would happen, that they would be able to help.

When the end of her two weeks in Chicago came about, Amy packed up, knowing that she needed to get back to England and officially begin her work with the Order.

"Don't forget to write!" her mother said, squeezing Amy tightly. "I expect weekly updates!"

"Of course Mom," Amy answered dutifully, knowing that there would probably be weeks between letters. It was tradition really.

"Don't do anything stupid," her mom said, pulling back to look her youngest in the eye. "I'm serious."

"Mom," Amy broke in. "I really need to go now."

"Oh, I know," her mom said, pulling her into another hug.

"Really Ann," Amy's father interrupted, pulling her arms off of Amy. "Amy really needs to go." Amy looked gratefully at her dad.

"I'll see you around Christmas time," Amy promised, grabbing her bag from the floor. "Bye!" Amy exited through the backyard, heading into the alley, where she could Apparate with little chance of being seen.

She glanced left and right, making sure that the alley was empty, before securing her side bag around her, and turning on the spot, her London flat pictured in her mind.

Because her apartment was in Muggle London, Amy Apparated directly into the front room. It was close to eight at night, the summer sun just beginning to set, casting a glow of red and orange into the dark room. She waved her wand, the lights of the flat turning on. It was nice to be back in the quiet of her apartment, away from her parents and the laughter of her friends. Amy was also relieved that despite the silence, the echoes had not returned. Talking to Michelle had helped Amy overcome the memories, at least for the time being.

Amy sighed, setting her bag onto the floor before flopping onto the couch, sinking into the cushions. Amy noted a thin layer of dust lying around her apartment. She waved her wand, muttering a quick spell, and within moments, her home was sparkling clean, accompanied with that clean house smell of lemons. Breathing in the citrusy scent, Amy rested her head against the back of the couch, her new bangs flopped in her eyes. Just before she had left Chicago, Georgie and the others decided that Amy needed a new hairstyle and new clothes. Her hair was still as curly as ever, but was softer and fell into sleek layers, reaching just below shoulders.

Michelle tried to convince her to dye her hair to a dark red, but that idea was quickly shot down by Katherine and Georgie, who said that even though red looked good on her, it wouldn't look as good on Amy.

As an obnoxious tapping broke through the silence, Amy opened her eyes blearily to see a brown owl sitting in the window. Amy groaned, pushing herself off the cushions and towards the window. She unclasped the lock, pulling the glass pane open. She leaned against the window sill, looking tiredly at the bird. "Who are you from?" she asked softly, pulling a letter from the owl. It gave a small hoot, before turning and flying away, leaving Amy staring after it.

Amy opened the letter, finding inside a note from Dumbledore, written in his precise cursive.

Please go to the following address at six tomorrow evening. Bring along the following address. Do not allow this note to fall into the hands of anyone else. –Albus Dumbledore

Amy read this quickly, soaking in the short message. Inside of the envelope was a scrap of paper. Written on it was:

The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.

'Well,' Amy thought, folding the letter into shorts. 'I guess this is the beginning of my work with the Order.'

…..

The next day passed quickly, and Amy found herself standing outside Grimmauld place, but not number twelve. Number twelve, as it seemed, didn't exist. There appeared to only be eleven and thirteen; twelve was mysteriously missing. Amy sighed, before pulling out the scrap paper again.

"It says right here," Amy muttered to herself. "Number twelve, Grimmauld place." Amy sighed, frustrated. She crumpled up the paper, shoving it into the pocket of her jean. She moved as though to walk away, when a motion from the corner of her eye made her turn.

A door had appeared between the two houses, followed by dirt stained windows and walls. Amy took a step closer, realizing what had happened. 'Of course,' Amy thought to herself. 'There's a charm on the house to keep it out of sight from those not in the Order.' Amy looked around her, before hurrying up the steps of the house. She reached up to ring the doorbell, when the door opened, a wand pointed at her.

"Who are you?" a low voice asked. Amy looked around hesitantly, peering into the doorway, seeking the face of the speaker.

"Amy Wyman," she answered slowly. "Who are you?"

The speaker ignored her question and instead voiced their own. "Why are you here?"

Amy blinked in confusion. "Albus Dumbledore sent me a message telling me to arrive here at six," she replied.

The door opened wider, showing the face of a man, with tired eyes and grey in his hair. "Please come inside," he said. Amy glanced around once more, before stepping inside the dark hall. She looked around the dreary hall, the silence of the house weighing down on her. "I'm sure you understand," the man said, stepping around Amy. "We have to be careful about who we let in. Dumbledore told me that you would be arriving. I'm Remus Lupin." He held out a hand to her. She grasped it, shaking it firmly.

"Amy Wyman," she repeated. Remus released her hand, leading her down the hall, the dimly lit lights casting shadows on their path.

"The meeting is going to be starting in about half an hour," he told her quietly, "but some of the members are already here." Amy nodded, continuing to look around the hall. "By the way," Remus added, looking back at the younger girl. "You should always be quiet while in the halls. You don't want to wake anything."

Amy nodded slowly. "Wake anything?" she asked softly. She glanced around at the house-elf heads that decorated the walls. "Right."

The pair reached the end of the hall, where a door was cracked open slightly. Remus pushed it open, allowing Amy to enter first. She glanced back momentarily to see him close the door quietly, before she turned back to the room.

It was a large, stone room complete with a roaring fireplace. At a quick glance, Amy saw that the room served as both a kitchen and a dining room. At one side of the room was a stove and many pots and pans hung from the rafters. At the other end of the room a large wooden table and seated around it were a group of people.

Amy recognized several of them, McGonagall, Moody, Sirius Black, several Weasleys, but the majority of them were unknown to Amy.

"Professor Wyman!" Mrs. Weasley stood up from her seat, walking over to her. "Albus said you would be coming, but I wasn't sure when! Please, come sit down. Can I get you anything? Tea?"

Amy interrupted her, before she could continue in her motherly rambling. "No, thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Amy insisted. "I'm not really one for tea. I may live in England, but I'm still American."

Mrs. Weasley laughed slightly, pulling Amy over to the table and pushing her into a chair. "Of course, of course," she said. "I believe introductions are in order though." Before Amy could say anything, Molly pressed on.

"You, of course know the professors, my son Bill," she started, "I believe you know Sirius." Sirius looked at her questioningly, before nodding.

"You were there with us in the hospital wing," he stated. Amy nodded slightly, and Molly continued on.

"My husband, Arthur," she pointed to a balding redheaded man beside Bill, who smiled at her, "Kingsley Shacklebolt," she said pointing to a tall black man, who raised a hand in greeting, "Elphias Doge," an old wizard, "Dedalus Diggle," a short, happy wizard, "Emmeline Vance," a very regal looking witch, "Sturgis Podmore," a blonde, strong jawed man, who winked at Amy slightly, "Hestia Jones," a dark haired, friendly-looking witch, "and…" Molly trailed off, looking around the table. "Where's Tonks?"

"Right here!" said a chipper voice from behind Amy, who turned in her seat to see a purple headed witch enter the room, carrying several scrolls in her arms. "Charlie and I were just catching up." She nodded her head behind her, towards Charlie Weasley who had just entered the room, still as strong and attractive as ever, and Amy felt her throat tighten ever so slightly.

Charlie looked as though he was about to say something, when Tonks suddenly tripped over, what seemed to be, thin air, the scrolls tumbling from her arms, as she fell to the floor.

"Woops," she muttered. Amy stood to help her up at the same time that Charlie approached the fallen witch. Their eyes met for a moment, before Amy looked away quickly, instead stooping to pick up the papers that were sprawled across the floor. Charlie leaned down to pick up the blushing witch, helping her to her feet, as she brushed away the dirt and soot. "Sorry," she muttered, obviously embarrassed.

As Tonks brushed herself off, Charlie stared slightly at Amy. Several weeks had passed since the last time he had seen her, and her hair was shorter and was lighter, showing that she had spent some time in the sun, her tanned skin adding to the assumption. As she straightened up, the back of her shirt rode up a bit, and Charlie looked away. He turned back to her as she placed the retrieved scrolls neatly on the table, and Charlie realized just how much he missed her. They hadn't known each other very long, but there was something about her, that drew him to her. Perhaps it was her wit, or her intelligence, or her laugh, or her beauty, or the way… Charlie shook his head of the thoughts, burrowing them away. This was neither the time nor the place.

"Amy Wyman," she said, holding out a hand to Tonks, who shook her hand.

"Tonks," she replied smiling. The two sat down, leaving Charlie standing alone, as the room filled with soft chatter.

"Charlie!" Bill called, gesturing with his head. "Get over here." Charlie glanced again at Amy, before walking the length of the table and sitting next to his only older brother.

Amy looked at him from the corner of her eye, before returning to the conversation she and Tonks were having.

Bill turned to his younger brother. "What was that?" he asked quietly. Charlie looked up at him.

"What was what?" he questioned innocently. Bill sent him a look, and Charlie felt his resolve begin to crumble a little.

"I saw that look you gave her," Bill whispered smugly. "You're in love." Charlie looked around quickly, making sure that no one had heard him. He punched his brother lightly in the arm.

"No, I'm not," he said hurriedly. "We're just," he struggled to find a word, "friends of sorts."

"Friends with benefits?" Bill asked curiously, glancing appraisingly at the younger witch. "She is very attractive."

"Hey," Charlie broke in, drawing his brother's attention away from Amy, "eyes over here, or I might just drop a line to, oh what's her name," he tapped his chin in a mock thoughtful way as Bill turned hastily to him. "Oh right, Meez Fleur Delacour, that she isn't the only witch you've been looking at," he answered in a horrible French accent.

"You wouldn't," Bill hissed, panic in his eyes as his little joke was turned on him. Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Just keep your eyes off her, and there'll be no trouble," Charlie hissed back. Bill nodded quickly, and the brothers fell into silence. Bill looked at his younger brother, who was glancing hesitantly at the girl at the other end of the table. Bill wasn't lying when he said she was attractive, it was blatantly obvious. She was very fit, had bright laughing eyes, touchably-soft looking hair, not to mention, she was curvy in all of the right places. But it wasn't only her looks that made her attractive. She knew how to laugh, something Bill had noticed immediately the first time he met her, and from what he had seen in the Hospital Wing, that night with Fudge, she knew how to stand up for, not only herself, but others. She was level-headed, down to earth, and didn't seem overly girly. Charlie and she got along amazingly, from what Bill had seen, and it was obvious the sparks that flew between them, something he noticed that Molly Weasley had picked up on as well. Bill thought that she was quite a match with his brother, almost perfect.

"For the record," Bill said softly, breaking through the silence, and drawing Charlie's attention away from Amy, "I think you two would make a bloody brilliant couple." Charlie smiled slightly, glancing again at the witch, who was laughing at something Tonks had said.

"Thanks," he said just as quietly. "We just need to get past the awkwardness of the last time we saw each other," he grumbled. Bill laughed, clasping his brother on the shoulder.

"Yeah," he said. "Good luck with that!"

Several minutes later, the meeting began, and Amy sat back in her seat, listening to the conversation at hand. Mr. Weasley was looking for volunteers to take up guard of a secret weapon that Dumbledore felt was (1) in need of protection, (2) it was located inside the Ministry, (3) wanted by Voldemort, and (4) essential to Voldemort's downfall. At least, that's what Amy had gathered from the other members. No one had really given her a walkthrough on what had been happening really, she just had to pull from what she heard and from what she had heard, she found that there was a major flaw.

"Excuse me," Amy interrupted, "but it doesn't make much sense does it?"

"What doesn't make sense?" Arthur asked looking at her.

"It doesn't make sense to have people stand guard over this weapon," Amy started, "in the Ministry, if those people don't even work at the Ministry." Several members looked at each other, before back at Amy.

"I'm not sure I follow," Podmore said slowly, and Amy refrained herself from rolling her eyes.

"If you send someone, who doesn't work for the Ministry, to guard this weapon, at the Ministry," Amy stressed, "and they are found, or caught, or captured, or whatever verb you want to use, than don't you think the Ministry will find it odd that they are even in Ministry of Magic in the first place? And don't you think that will lead to them investigating more deeply into the reason that person was there in the first place?

"Wouldn't it make more sense to only have people who are Ministry officials guard this weapon seeing as if they are found than at least they have a reason to be inside the Ministry at all?" Amy finished, staring around the table. It was rather silent, and Amy felt slightly uncomfortable. 'Maybe, I shouldn't have said anything,' she though awkwardly.

"She's got a point," Sirius broke in, breaking the silence. "It doesn't make much sense to send someone in who doesn't work for the Ministry. It would be almost as bad as sending me in." Chuckles filled the room, and Sirius sent Amy a small grin.

The rest of the meeting passed relatively peacefully, and Amy was surprised when Molly announced the end of the meeting. As everyone else stood, stretching and talking, Amy grabbed her bag, which she had slung around her chair, and straightened up. She raised a brief hand at Tonks, who yawned loudly.

Amy made for the kitchen door, when Molly stepped in front of her.

"Professor!" she said, preventing Amy from leaving. "You should really stay for dinner! I'm making stew!"

"Oh, really Mrs. Weasley," Amy protested, trying to step around the woman, "I really can't."

"But I insist!" she cried imploringly, grabbing the girl's arm and trying to drag her back to the table. "I'm sure the kids would love to see you!" Amy glanced over towards Charlie who was talking with Tonks, the two laughing and joking around, obviously enjoying each other's company. Amy felt her stomach clench unpleasantly, and she pulled her wrist from Molly's grasp.

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Weasley," Amy apologized, tapping her leg slightly, "but I made plans to meet up with someone, and I really shouldn't keep him waiting. Maybe another time?" Charlie glanced over at her, having heard the end of the conversation and his stomach fell slightly. Molly nodded slightly crestfallen, glancing between her second oldest and the professor.

"Of course, dear," Molly said softly. "Maybe another time." Amy smiled faintly, before turning around, and exiting the room. Molly heard the front door close moments later, and she sighed. She looked towards Charlie again, who was still talking to Tonks, who was staring over towards Sirius and Remus. Their conversation was nowhere near as animated as it had been moments before.

AN: Well, there you go! Chapter fourteen... So, you got to see more of the besties, talked to Michelle, Amy joined the Order, saw Charlie... maybe got a little jealous... don't worry, nothing happens between the two. I just figure that since Charlie and Tonks went to Hogwarts together (same year, different houses) that they were probably friends. At least, for my story they're friends. Hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to review!

Signing off,

WiseGirl