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Chapter 2: Meeting the Guardian

~ AMY ~

"Today's the day, Aunt Sharon. Professor McGonagall is coming today!" Amelia had been waiting almost two weeks for this day to come. Ever since she received her letter from McGonagall stating that she was a witch, she wasn't able to talk about anything else. She had even put the Doctor in the back of her mind.

"Yes, Amelia. I know." Aunt Sharon, undoubtedly, was not as excited as Amelia. But if she was, she was very good at hiding it. "That's all you've been talking about. Now, You have everything ready? Is everything packed? Clothes? Shoes? Belongings?"

"Yes, Aunt Sharon! For the hundredth time, yes!" Although Aunt Sharon was not happy about Amelia leaving, he still wanted to make sure she had everything with her if she was never coming back. "Alright then, Amelia. Now, this Professor never mentioned a time in this letter. How are we supposed to know when she is coming?"

Out of everyone Amelia knew, her aunt was the most impatient. Her friend, Mels, was not patient as well. But Mels was another story…

"I don't know, Aunt Sharon. I guess we'll just wait until she shows up." Amelia, though not showing it, was growing impatient as well. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon, and Professor McGonagall wasn't there.

For the first time in two weeks, Amelia thought about the Doctor. 'What if this is just like the Doctor? What if she doesn't show?' Before she could generate another thought, there was a knock at the door.

Amelia got up out of her seat and bolted to the front door. Before opening the door, she fixed her hair and outfit, which had just been messed up from running over. She wanted to impress the Professor. She didn't want the Professor to look at her and think 'On second thought, you're not a witch,' and quickly walk away.

Amelia took a deep breath, and calmly opened the front door. Outside, stood an old woman, wearing a long emerald dress, and a matching witch hat. Her hair was covered by the hat, but Amelia could tell that it was pulled back into a tight bun.

"You must be Amelia," said the woman, smiling and holding out her hand. Amelia smiled back and shook her hand. "I am Professor Minerva McGonagall. May I come in?" Amelia couldn't speak, so she simply nodded. Amelia led McGonagall into the kitchen where Aunt Sharon was still sitting there.

"Ah, and you must be Sharon." McGonagall and Aunt Sharon now shook hands. Aunt Sharon had a fake smile plastered across her face. "Yes, that's me. I expect you want something to drink?" Aunt Sharon was sounding as miserable as ever.

"Oh, no thank you. I believe Ms. Pond and I should just take our leave. It was a pleasure meeting you, Sharon. Amelia, could you show me where your belongings are? I will bring them outside."

Amelia directed McGonagall up the stairs and into her room. From what Amelia could tell, McGonagall pulled a wooden stick out of her pocket, waved it and said "Wingardium Leviosa." After saying this, Amelia's belongings lifted into the air and followed McGonagall out of the room and down the stairs They finally plopped down, right outside her front door.

"Is that a wand?" Amelia asked excitedly. McGonagall chuckled. "Yes. This is my wand. You don't have one yet, though." McGonagall walked outside. "Why don't you go say goodbye to your Aunt before we leave. Come outside when you are ready."

Amelia nodded and made her way to the kitchen. "Aunt Sharon? I'm about to leave." Aunt Sharon turned and faced Amelia, she had tears in her eyes. "Oh, alright. Goodbye, Amelia." Aunt Sharon kneeled down and pulled Amelia into a hug. She then whispered into Amelia's ear, "Amelia, do me a favor. Be safe. Be strong." Before pulling away, Aunt Sharon planted a kiss on Amelia's forehead. Amelia slowly walked out of the house, not realizing that she wouldn't be coming back for another eleven years.

"Are you ready, Ms. Pond?" McGonagall was waited outside with Amelia's things. "Yes. How are we getting there?" "Apparition. Please take my hand, Ms. Pond." Amelia did so, and before she knew it, they were standing on a dark street in front of many buildings, the belongings still with them.

"Wait, your letter said 12 Grimmauld Place. There is no 12, it goes from 11 straight to 13." Amelia was thoroughly confused. "Don't worry, Ms. Pond. I know what I wrote." McGonagall then muttered something out of her breath and the building began to shift.

Right away there was a new building in between 11 and 13. "Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Ms. Pond." Amelia's eyes and mouth were wide open, astonished at what she just saw. "Shall we?" McGonagall, again, levitated Amelia's things, and they walked through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Tonks! Tonks, where are you? Nymphadora!" As soon as McGonagall cried out 'Nymphadora,' a figure appeared in the hallway. She was about a foot taller than Amelia but had bright pink hair. Amelia remembered from her letter that she only liked being called Tonks. "Don't call me Nymphadora!" Tonks' hair for a split second become the color of flames before she noticed Amelia. "You must be Amelia. My name's Tonks. It's nice to meet you." They shook hands "How — how did you do that — with your hair?" Amelia was genuinely impressed. She had never seen anything like that before.

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that. I only do that when someone calls me 'Nymphadora.' I usually don't get that angry. I'm a Metamorphmagus. That means I can change my appearance whenever I feel like it."

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing! Can I do that?" Amelia looked up at McGonagall. "No, Ms. Pond. I'm sorry, but you're just a normal Half-Blood."

"What's a Half-Blood?" Amelia wanted to know everything about her magic. "Being a Half-Blood normally means one magical parent and one muggle parent Muggles are people without magic. But in this case, both of you parents were magical, but your mother had muggle parents. Your father, on the other hand, came from a long line of wizards."

Amelia's wide smile slowly turned into a slight frown. "What do you mean they 'were' magical? What happened to them?" McGonagall and Tonks exchanged a sad look before Tonks replied. "We don't really like to talk about it."

After many minutes of silence, McGonagall finally broke it. "Well, it was nice to see you again, Tonks. It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pond. I will be leaving now. Tonks, you know what to do?" Tonks chuckled slightly while she replied. "Don't worry, Professor. This is one thing I won't mess up." McGonagall, now with a stern look on her face, responded. "Well, I sure hope so. Goodbye, girls."

With that, McGonagall disapparated (that was what Tonks called it when Amelia asked her). "Come on upstairs, Amelia. I'll show you to your new room."


A/N I know I'm posting two chapters in one day and no ones reading them (probably). Please review and follow! It would let me know that people are actually reading my story.