A/N: Hello lovelies,
First of all: Thank you for reading yet another fic I wrote. For those who are wondering: No I did not quit on other fics, I just have a whole lot of writer's block for them. I hope you'll enjoy this new story though! Please R&R!
"Hope. That's an unusual name." Katie pointed out, shaking Amelia out of her thoughts. Hope grinned at Katie.
"Yeah well, I'm quite 'unusual' as you put it." Upon seeing Katie's confused face, Hope's face split into another grin. "Metamorphmagus." She explained simply. Amelia silently watched the two interact as she grabbed her backpack from the floor. Knowing herself, she knew she would probably fall asleep somewhere during the trainride and had packed herself a nice blanket to take with her. As she pulled the blanket out of her bag, Lee stood to leave the compartment with Hope.
"I'll see you guys later."
"Bye Lee! See you at the feast!" Katie waved at him, a smile on her face. Lee winked back at her and they turned left, on their way to Hope's compartment. Amelia started to find a comfortable position to take a little nap.
"Come here lass." Oliver put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side. Even though it was not a natural position for her body to be in, somehow it still felt comfortable.
"Thank you." Because of her closed eyes Amelia did not notice the loving smile on Oliver's face. It didn't take her long to drift off, lulled to sleep by the train.
"Tell me where the boy is!"A dark, heavy voice said. "Tell me, or you will never see the light of day again."
"You will never find him! Your side will never win!"A high pitched, painful scream followed the woman's words.
"You will give up. It's what weak people do."The screaming stopped.
"I am not weak. I never will be. I have their blood running through my veins." The woman now sounded scarily calm.
"It is your choice. Avada kedavra!"A flash of green light and then a silence that sent chills down her spine.
Amelia opened her eyes, panic apparant in the look she threw around her. She calmed down a little when she realized that it was just a nightmare and that she and her friends were on their way to Hogwarts. She also registered the air that kept getting colder and colder and her friends that were all fast asleep. She saw movement in the corner of her eye and turned her head towards the compartment door, eyes growing wide as she noticed the dark figure appearing there. When the eyes of the creature turned to her, even though she couldn't see it's actual eyes, she was sucked back into her nightmare from only moments before. Screaming, the curse and the deadly silence. She felt a slight movement and noticed a silvery figure springing from a wand. Then everything went black.
X- Harry Potter –X
When she woke up again, she was stared down upon by two pairs of eyes. One a brown, like the richest chocolate. The other a sparkling blue, reminding you of oceans, sandy beaches and tropical islands. She knew both of these eyes like the back of her hand and seeing them made her keep her calm, instead of panicking.
"Are you okay lass?" Oliver's voice was deep and smooth, a calming sound that made you feel at ease.
"I'm fine. Just a little bit shaken." She felt Fred give a reassuring squeeze to her hand, which he had grabbed after she had opened her eyes. The feeling was familiar, something he had picked up after he had found her crying over some bullies in her first year. "What the hell was that thing?"
"You mean you don't know?" Olliver's voice had a tone of surprise, barely hidden by his scottish accent. Amelia shook her head, eyes focused on the floor.
"Cass doesn't like to talk about things that make her uncomfortable. Took her until this summer to have the sex talk." Amelia chuckled at Fred's words.
"Yeah, and by then I had been mentally corrupted by the terrible two." When Oliver stopped chuckling she continued. "But I still don't know what in the world that thing was."
"A dementor. Vile creatures that survive on our memories and fear." Amelia and Fred both shivered at the thought. Amelia was still full of questions and, in a typical Amelia way, she did not hesitate to ask them. Fred and Oliver did their best to tell her everything they knew about the dangerous creatures and when they'd had enough of the subject, they moved on to things that were easier to talk about, filling in the time until they reached Hogwarts.
X- Harry Potter –X
The start of the year feast was quite uneventful, if you didn't count Fred, George and Amelia pull a glorious prank on Marcus Flint, turning his skin gryffindor red. It was obvious that everyone knew who had been the culprit. Or at least two of them.. You see, no one expected Amelia to pull a prank this early in the school year. Lia was known for being a model-student, paying attention in class, coming in a close second to a Ravenclaw girl in her transfiguration class. Right now Amelia was sitting at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, enjoying a pile of bacon and toast, while getting a head start of defense against the dark arts.
"You're starting off early." She had failed to hear him approaching.
"Oliver!"
"Trying out for the team this year?" Amelia shook her head.
"No, but I'm watching every game." Oliver smiled that cute little smile that had all the girls falling down at his feet and Lia felt a little blush rising to her cheeks.
"I'm holding you to that promise." Lia smiled at him and noticed that he had started munching on her bacon.
"Enjoying my breakfast Ollie?" He grinned and moved his hand so he held a piece of bacon in front of her mouth. Lia raised her eyebrows, before thinking: What the hell and opening her mouth. As Oliver fed her the little piece of bacon, she tried to figure out what the change in his demeanor meant. Why was Oliver giving her all of this attention suddenly? They had been friends for four years and they had treated each other the same during all of that time. So why the sudden change? She was distracted by a little giggle coming from across them, where Katie had taken a seat. Because Lia was looking at Katie questioningly, she missed the look that Oliver shot her. Katie shook her head, before turning her attention to professor McGonnagal, who was handing them their schedules. As soon as Lia saw it, she started banging her head against the table. Oliver grabbed her shoulders, to keep her from doing any damage to her head or the table.
"What's wrong?" Lia didn't say anything and just handed him the piece of parchment. "Ouch. Double potions on monday morning? And with Slytherin too.. That's harsh."
"Can I now continue banging my head to the table until one of the two breaks?" Oliver laughed, but shook his head.
"Now, now... We wouldn't want you to damage that cute face of yours, now do we?" Katie giggled again, from across the table.
"Of course we wouldn't want that, Ollie. Who else would cheer for you and my less handsome twin over here?" Lia turned and raised her eyebrows at Fred, who had just arrived with George.
"I wonder... Is it hard to lift that giant ego out of bed in the morning, Freddiekins?"
"There are things that are harder in the morning." Oliver frowned at Fred, as Lia started laughing and almost choked on the toast she had just popped in her mouth.
"You really are a piece of work Weasley."
"Glad you finally noticed." Lia huffed and turned back to her breakfast.
"What is your first lesson boys?" Katie asked the twins.
"Transfiguration." George answered, Fred was obviously too busy stuffing his face with bacon. They kept talking and eating until the last possible moment and then started getting up to get to class. Lia wanted to follow Katie to the dungeons, when she was stopped by Oliver.
"I was wondering if you wanted to help me practice after class."
"of course! Should I bring Katie?" Oliver shook his head.
"Nah. I'm not really in shape and I don't want the team to know anything about it." Lia, understanding where Oliver was coming from, nodded.
"Sure. I'll meet up with you at four."
"Thank you, Lia." He smiled and then walked with her to the dungeons, not caring that he was late for his own class.
X- Harry Potter -X
"- Next week I expect an essay on the longlasting effects of Polyjuice potion. 16 inches long." Lia groaned. Of course Snape would give them this much homework on the first day. And to make matters worse Snape had decided that he would pair the Gryffindors up with Slytherins. Katie was paired up with a relatively quiet Slytherin, but Lia, to her absolute horror had been paired up with none other than Marcus Flint. Marcus had always been a tosser, but he had only gotten worse since he was named team captain of the quidditch team. Today he had been constantly turning around to talk to Robert Berns, one of his slimy friends.
"Flint! You better work with me during the next lesson or I will brew something very poisinous and make you drink it!" Flint turned around.
"Listen Sterling, you will be making all the potions as long as you're my partner, or I will spill your little secret."
"What little secret?" Lia felt the cold sweat break out. There was no way in hell he could know. She only had one secret that could even remotely interest the school population.
"Oh, you know. Your little.. Summer fling." Bloody hell. He did know! But how? They had agreed no one would ever know. No one.
"Thats... You.. No.."
"You better believe it Princess."
"You- You-"
"Do we have a deal? I will keep quiet and you will do the work." Lia grumbled.
"Fine! You win." She hissed. Flint's face showed some resemblance of the shit-eating grin that Draco Malfoy, the little shit, had managed to perfect. Lia stood up and stormed out of the classroom, not noticing the fact that Katie couldn't quite keep up with her.
"What was that about?" Katie asked, panting hard. "And when did you get this fast? I'm supposed to be the athlete!"
"It's not important. Flint was just being a humongous pain in the ass."
"Yeah well, we knew about that. But that doesn't explain why you suddenly were able to move at the speed of light."
"It really doesn't matter Kates. I just had to get that ugly face out of my sight." Katie nodded and they continued to make their way to their next class, Charms with professor Flitwick. Lia was still worrying about how in the hell Flint had found out about the summer thing. So much even, that she didn't notice boy wonder until she ran into him.
"Oh! I'm sorry Harry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Lia smiled at him. She liked Harry, and not because he was the Harry Potter. She liked him because he was a good guy. He stood up for his friends and was brave. Clueless, like all boys of that age were, but definitely brave. They stood and talked for a few moments, before resuming their path towards their next class.
X- Harry Potter -X
After a long day of classes Lia was beyond tired. But she had promised Oliver to help him with his training, like she did every week while they were at school. So when the clock struck four she stood out on the quidditch pitch, broom in hand, staring up at the blue skies, enjoying the fact that it was still quite warm outside. She was never one for the cold and wet weather that always seemed to hang around Hogwarts the first few weeks of school. She liked having the quietness of the pitch, after spending her day in the noisy classrooms. Sure, she liked being back at school, because she loved living in an old castle most of the year and she liked her quiet walks along the grounds on cold, wet days, but she missed her life in out in the outskirts of London. It was quiet, but just a busride away from the busy centre of the city. A cold gush of wind pulled her out of her thoughts, as Oliver flew past her, telling her to stop daydreaming and 'get her sweet arse on a broom'. Lia didn't waste another second and mounted her beautiful broom. Sure it was starting to get a little old, but it was her most treasured posession. She was flying a vintage nimbus. The smooth material was older than she was herself, but it had belonged to her mother, who had been a chaser for the Gryffindor team in her schooldays. She sped up so she was flying next to Oliver, practising their favorite moves. They were totally in sync, thanks to their regular training together. They spent about an hour and a half training and getting comfortable on their brooms again, before moving towards the great hall for dinner. She noticed Oliver moving just a little too close as they sat down. Like he wanted to touch her, but couldn't. Realisation hit her, when she felt his hands slowly brush hers as he reached for the mashed potatoes. She'd had her suspicions after the whole thing with Katie that morning and the way he seemed to be hovering over her the whole day. The way he kept close to her on their way back from the pitch. Oliver Wood liked her. And she was not sure how she felt about it.