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Chapter 5: Imaginary Friend

~ HARRY ~

After Sirius left Harry and Ron's room, they all sat on the floor in a circle. Harry of course wanted to know more about Amy and why she didn't have to go to school, but he had to respect her privacy, he kept telling himself. If anything, he would have to wait until she was ready to tell him.

"So Amel—" Hermione started. "I mean Amy. Ginny told me about how you left Leadworth when you were eight, and that you didn't know you were a witch until then. I went through the same thing, along with Harry. But we had to wait until we were eleven. So what was life like for you before you knew you were a witch?"

"Oh no," said Ginny.

"Here we go again," continued George.

"Now you've done it, Hermione," finished Ron.

"Why? Did I say say something wrong?" Hermione was worried. "I'm sorry, Amy. I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine, Hermione. They're just being rude because they don't want to hear Amy's story again." Fred was annoyed at his siblings, but Harry couldn't tell why Ron, Ginny, and George were being mean to Amy.

"What story?" Harry spoke. "It's nothing, Harry. It's just about a friend I met the night before I got my letter from McGonagall." Amy had already explained to him and Hermione everything that happened with retrieving the letter from their Transfigurations professor, and what it was like to live with Tonks, and Sirius, in Grimmauld Place.

"What's so bad about meeting a friend?" Hermione jumped in. "Is meeting a new friend frowned upon in your family?" Hermione scolded Ron, Ginny, and George. "Because if that's so, then Fred is the only sensible one in your family."

"Don't worry, Hermione. If they don't want to hear the story, they can leave. But if you and Harry are curious I would be happy to tell you." Amy had a bit of a winning smirk plastered across her face. Harry guessed that whenever Amy talked about her friend, Ron, Ginny, and George would make fun of her. If Harry's conclusion was right, then so was Hermione's: Fred was the only sensible one in that family.

"I would love to hear your story, Amy. And I'm sure that Harry would as well. Wouldn't you, Harry?" Harry was half-lost in his own thoughts, but caught on rather quickly when he noticed everyone staring at him. Hermione and Fred with hopeful looks in their eyes; Ron, Ginny, and George with annoyed looks; and Amy with a look that Harry couldn't comprehend.

"Yeah. Yeah I want to hear about your friend, Amy." Harry spoke in a confident voice which made three of the four current Weasley's in the room's faces drop. "Oh don't make those faces guys," Fred said in a mocking and annoyed tone, "if you don't want to hear it, you can leave, just as Amy suggested."

On that note, Ron, Ginny, and George happily stood up and went into the room that was normally occupied by the twins. "Sorry about them, Amy. But you know how they are." Fred put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and Harry watched uncomfortably with Hermione as Amy leaned into it. "Yeah, I know." Amy sounded upset, and Hermione put her hand on Amy's other shoulder. "It's fine, Amy. We want to hear about your friend. How did you meet?" Hermione said as she rubbed Amy's arm soothingly.

"It's a bit of a long story, actually. Like I said, I met him the night before i received my letter from Professor McGonagall. I was in my bedroom praying to, I know this is strange, but I was praying to Santa. I was thanking him for my Christmas gifts, and asking if he could send someone to fix a crack in my wall. I used to hear a strange voice coming through it. So, anyway, while I was praying, a crash came from my front yard. So I stood up and ran over to my window. Outside, lying on the ground in the dark was a blue box that read "POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.

"Thinking this was someone that Santa sent from my prayer, I ran downstairs and out the front door. I stood there waiting for someone to come out in an official police uniform, but the man that came out was far from official. A grown man wearing a light blue button-down shirt, brown striped pants, and a brown and blue tie jumped out of the box. His hair was all dishevelled, and he looked as if he just walked out of the water. The first thing he said to me was, 'Can I have an apple?' Now I was seven back then, had a scary crack in my wall, and I thought that Santa sent him, so I didn't think twice about letting this man into my house."

"You let a grown man into your house right after meeting him?!" Hermione gasped. "What if there was something wrong with him? What if he was a criminal?"

Amy laughed. "Like I said, Hermione, I was seven years old. I was stupid back then. So after going into my kitchen, I gave him an apple. He took a bite and spit it out. The next hour consisted of him demanding different types of food, and then spitting them out or throwing them away when I made them for him." Amy chuckled to herself. "Finally, after rejecting all my food, he went through my fridge until he found fish fingers and custard. He dipped the fish fingers into the custard, ate it, and then drank the custard. Of course my aunt was out that night, like every other night, so she never really knew about this. I told this man about the crack in my wall and said it must be one hell of a scary crack if I just allowed a strange man to walk into my house and demand food.

"And he was right. We went upstairs and I showed him the crack. He used a tube-lighty-up-thing to check the crack. Apparently, the crack wasn't in the wall and if the wall got knocked down, the crack would still be there." Amy's current smile faded away. "But our meeting was cut short. His blue 'POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX' was phasing and he needed to leave. He said a five minute hop into the future would work. He had a time machine—"

"But time travel doesn't exist!" Hermione said defensively. Harry knew she didn't want anyone to know about the time-turner from their third year at Hogwarts. Hermione allowed Amy to continued when Harry elbowed her in the arm.

"He had a time machine, so I asked if I could go with him. Of course, he said no. But then, he said, after he came back, I would be able to fly away with him. So I let him leave. I ran back upstairs and got a suitcase ready to take with me. I sat there, outside in the cold, waiting for him for eleven hours. Anyone I tell this story to says that I dreamt him up; that he's my Imaginary Friend.

"Then when I went up to my room the next morning, and owl brought me my letter from McGonagall, and you know the rest."

"That's so sad, Amy. I had no idea you went through that." Hermione hugged her, and Amy returned it.

"I'm fine now, Hermione. That was eight years ago and I've gotten over it."

Hermione released her, and Harry saw that Amy was crying. Fred made his way over to Amy and put his arm around her. Harry had only understood the way Fred looked at Amy because of his own previous experience with this look: him seeing Cho Chang at the Yule Ball this past Christmas.

"Did he have a name, Amy? Did he ever tell you?" Harry said as he also embraced her. It felt awkward for Harry, he was never good at being sympathetic.

"He said his name was 'the Doctor.' He said he wasn't people."

"That is strange. Anyway, I'm sorry your friend didn't come back. And I'm also sorry that Ginny, Ron, and George aren't supportive of what happened that night." Hermione was always the nice one in the trio, but if someone was rude to her friends, even if it was one of her other friends, she would not stand for it Harry had a feeling Hermione wouldn't be talking to those three Weasley's for a while.

"I wouldn't worry about anything, Hermione. Amy doesn't need their belief because she has ours." Fred still had his arm around Amy. "Only a true friend would be supportive of another friend's' beliefs, even if they thought that person was wrong."

Hermione looked dumbfounded. "What? Did I say something wrong, Hermione?" Fred, once again, made his signature smirk as he mocked Hermione.

"No, it's just...I've never heard you speak so logically."

The four of them laughed. "Should we go downstairs? I think dinner's ready?" Fred added.

They all nodded, took Fred by the arms, and with a POP! they had apparated into the kitchen. Harry had a feeling, that the four of them would be hanging out more often.


A/N Hey guys! I noticed that every chapter I write, less people are reading. I know that this isn't the best FanFiction in the world, but cut me some slack. This is my first one ever! Please suggest this to your friends, please review, and please follow!