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You know what? Some of you guys are such damn perfectionists! Oh well, you
flame me, I laugh at you. However, I do take CONSTRUCTIVE criticism into
account usually changing my story to help. I know there were several questions
raised on last chapter. If you guys/gals have any questions, don't hesitate to
ask at Animelover911@hotmail.com
Ideas are welcome, and since I have such a god-awful imagination, I would
appreciate them. By the way, for the love of god, I cannot get Hagrid's accent right, so he's gonna speak normally. Ok?
Oky dokey. See, I'm rambling again, man, I do this a lot. Great job on the 5
reviews chaps and chapesses. Here is chapter 2. ~
Harry
and Ron are at Diagon Alley to meet Hermione and get their school supplies for
the next year..
"Harry!
Ron! You won't believe who I just saw!!" Harry and his friend turned at the
sight of a very happy Hermione pushing through the crowds toward them. Harry
dearly hoped it wasn't Gilderoy Lockhart. The girl arrived breathless, leaning
on Ron's shoulder as Crookshanks peeked out from her bag.
"Slow
down Herm-own-ninny" Ron teased; saying her name like Krum had done last year
at the Tri-Wizard competition. Shooting a glare at the red-haired boy, she
turned to Harry.
"Mr.Dumbledore
is here! He's with some girl I didn't recognize, but I would know him
anywhere."
"We
know, that's Amy, she's Albus's daughter." Ron said, extracting himself from
Hermione. Hermione looked up at him, clearly puzzled.
"But
Dumpledore never had any family, he didn't marry, so how could he have a
daughter? She doesn't look anything
like him anyway."
Harry
merely shrugged as he looked at his list of things to buy.
Transfiguration
for moderate students
Potions-
the ones you need to know-
And
several others. He also needed to get his robes lengthened. Hermione and Ron
were still talking when he heard them gasp and fall silent. Looking up, he
noticed that half the street had stopped and were staring, open-mouthed, at the
pair that walked toward them. Amy and Albus, oblivious to the stares continued
on their way, Seeing Harry and Ron, Amy stopped, saying something to her
Father, he nodded and she walked toward them. Harry noticed that the crowd had
started to murmur in wonder; also, Hermione's knees were shaking slightly.
"She's
coming over here!!" Hermione's voice was an excited hiss.
"Harry,
Ron," She greeted, "And you are.."
"Hermione
Granger, Miss Dumbledore! I am honored to meet you!" Amy merely looked at
Hermione, her face a mix of surprise and amusement.
"Please,
let's skip the formalities, call me Amy. I take it you're here to get your
supplies for next year?"
Harry
nodded.
"Your
welcome to join us if you like" Ron offered.
She nodded thankfully, looking to her father; he
gave a nod and kept walking. Amy turned around, seeing all the people staring
at her, she blushed. Pulling her friends in to the Three Broomsticks for a
drink.
"I'll
pay" she said, laying several coins on the counter.
Seeing his customer, the bartender merely shook his
head, pushing back her money. 4 pumpkin beers were placed in front of them. Amy
sighed.
"News
travels fast around here, I wish people would just treat me like normal person,
instead of all this fancy-"
"IF
IT ISN'T AMY DUMBLEDORE!"
A great voice boomed out, Harry smiled as he
recognized it as Hagrids. He lumbered forward, grabbing Amy off her stool and
wrapping her up in a big bear hug. She smiled happily, laughing as the giant
swung her around.
"Put
me down Hagrid, I'm 16 now, not 6"
The groundskeeper however, had other plans. Giving
her such a huge kiss that Harry actually pitied her. Releasing the girl Hagrid
stepped back, taking in the person before him.
"Well,
I must say missy, you have grown up."
Amy politely excused herself, heading off to the
girls room to wash Hagrids, 'kiss' off.
"um..Hagrid,
I didn't think Dumbledore has a daughter.."
Hermione
stated quietly. At this Hagrid's face turned sad. He leaned in, as if sharing a
horrible secret.
"She
isn't really his daughter…She's uh..kinda different. Not even I know how she
got to be his daughter, but I wouldn't mind knowing, Professor Mc.Gonagell
doesn't even know. I haven't got the nerve to ask Albus myself."
At
this, Hagrid excused himself gruffly, mumbling something about grounds keeping.
Harry's eyebrows knitted in thought,
how could Amy be his daughter, but not, very confusing, it wouldn't be polite
to ask, but he wanted to know. He decided to wait until the time was right to
ask. He was still pondering the matter when Malfoy walked in.
"Ahh, Harry potter, and Weasly, I see your
family can now afford proper clothes" he said, seeing Ron, who was now a bright
shade of pink. Hermione gritted her teeth as she was about to step up and slap
Draco. At that moment however, Amy appeared back, clean and refreshed. Harry
didn't know if she had heard the remark, but her brown eyes had darkened
slightly. Malfoy wrinkled his nose at her.
"Great
another celebrity, and how are you miss. Amy, horrible I hope!"
Amy smiled coyly back at him, the sarcasm in his
voice enough to curdle milk.
" I'm
quite well, thank you for asking Mr.
Malfoy, I didn't know you were so kind and caring."
Her voice matched Draco's perfectly and the latter
glared at her, slowly reaching into his robes to grab his wand. Ron, Harry and
Hermione all knew that when things didn't go Malfoy's way, he got violent. They
were about to warn their new friend when she spoke.
"I
wouldn't do that Draco" she stated, her voice cold, "if you remove your wand, I'll
take it as a sign of aggression, there for I can respond anyway I like, and
since I know a heck of a lot more dark spells then you, it wouldn't be a smart
way to start our friendship. Me turning you into a Ferret and bouncing you off
the walls, like my good friend Moody did last year. Or maybe I could get Mr.
Fudge to fire your Father. My own dad has quite a bit of power on his side,
being the most powerful and respected Wizard in the world."
As each word
had rolled off her tongue, Malfoy had gotten a deeper and deeper shade of red,
now he was a deep crimson. Amy's eyes sparkled with humor. With a snarl he
plunged his wand back into the robes he wore, pointing a trembling finger at
the girl he choked out some words.
"You've
made a bad choice in picking me as an enemy lady. I will not hesitate to see
your precious Father or you take a nose dive. You have made me a mortal enemy.
Someday I will be glad to face you, without your wand, where I can beat you
like you deserve."
With this said, he turned and stormed
out of the tavern. Amy went to sit down when she noticed everyone in the three
broomsticks was staring at her, even her friends.
"He'll
have enough trouble passing his courses this year, then to worry about me."
She stated to the room. Nervous laughter echoed for
a minute before normal conversation continued.
"You
were great!" Harry exclaimed.
"I've
never seen Malfoy that angry before, I loved every minute of it." Ron said,
eyes shining.
The quartet left the tavern, but not before Amy had
placed several coins on the counter and turned before the bartender could pass
them back. They entered Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions to get
their robes redone. Upon seeing her new
customers, the lady in charge set up a din.
"Well,
what 'ave we 'ere. I got Harry Potter and Amy Dumbledore in my store at one
time. T'ats got to be a record of some kind. Fer gosh sakes you two! 'Ogwarts
now is it. EEEE! I'd sure love to be goin to that great school, wit the two of
you goin there. Your friends must be ever so proud!"
All four teens felt their faces go red. Amy stepped
forward.
"we'd
like to get our new robes fitted for the semester ma'am"
"ooh,
well ain't you got the manners there little missy. I sure as 'eck can fit youse
lot up with something to…"
She droned on and on. Ron noticed she said good
golly, a lot under her breath. Soon all four were on stools, with several
witches hemming. Amy sighed loudly enough for Harry to hear, as he was standing
beside her. Noticing her drawn expression, he smiled at her sympathetically. He
knew how she felt, constantly being babbled about and stared at. She returned
the smile, though her face seemed to brighten somewhat.
As Harry and Ron were heading home
with floo powder, he remembered the great day vividly. Stepping into the green
flames he said clearly.
"The
Burrow"
Seconds later he stood in the Weasly's
family kitchen, just in time for dinner. He was met with a series of questions.
"Did
you see her?"
"was
she there?"
"did
she talk to you?"
Mrs. Weasly shooed the twins off, giving Harry a
careful look.
"Who
are my boys talking about Harry? They haven't been quite about her this and her
that, Yet they won't tell me who this she is!"
Ron appeared beside Harry in time to hear the
question.
"Oh,
she is Amy Dumbledore, we're sharing a train compartment with her, us, and
Hermione next Friday. She's a very nice person and all. We have to go now bye."
And he was rapidly climbing the stairs, Harry in
close pursuit. Escaping Mrs. Weasly's questioning they were met with those of
the twins. Ron held up his hand, motioning them outside, where they could talk.
Skirting the kitchen, they exited the building. Sitting on the grass, Harry
pointed to George (he hoped it was George) to ask first.
"Is
she still coming to Hogwarts?"
"yes,
she'll be in our train compartment"
"is
she really his daughter?" Both Ron and Harry looked up at Fred's question.
"How
do you know about that?" Ron asked suspiciously. Fred shrugged.
"it's
common knowledge that Albus never married, therefore never had a daughter, then
he shows up with a young lady, calling her his daughter, there's always been a
bit of mystery about that guy, now there's even more." Harry digested this in
silence. These questions were beginning to really bug him. His natural
curiosity aroused.
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STATION 9 ¾~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry, lugging his trunk and Hedwig's
cage, pushed into the compartment.
"I got
that Harry" Hermione said helpfully, taking part of his trunk, between them
they got the case placed comfortably in the luggage area. Ron joined them
shortly, looking around for Amy. She appeared shortly, no trunk and already
wearing her robes.
"where's
your luggage? Did you forget it?" Hermione asked anxiously.
"nope,
dad took it with him when he went earlier today to check the school"
She sat down breathlessly. The train pulled away
with a lurch. Ron, Harry, and Hermione waved to Mrs. Weasly as the train left
the station. Harry felt so many questions going through his mind. 'should I ask
her? Will she think I'm rude? Will she take offense?' He didn't want to risk
her friendship over a silly question, but he had to know. She said she didn't
seem to take offense easily, so he made up his mind.
"Amy,"
he asked quietly, "can I ask you a personal question?"
Sensing his serious tone, she broke off her conversations
with Ron. She didn't really know what he was going to ask, but she had an idea.
"What
is it?" she asked.
Harry fumbled for the words, not sure how to ask the
question that he so desperately wanted to know.
"how-I
mean- what. Grr! How did you become Dumbledores daughter!"
He finally said, frustrated by his lack of cohesion.
She stared at him for a long time in the stiunned silence, while Ron and
Hermione looked on in silence and awe.
"I don't
know how to answer that. I've kept that secret bottled up for years now. Father
said only to tell people I trust, and to listen to my heart. How do I know that
if I tell you, you won't tell others. Or that you'll still want to be my
friends afterward?"
"you
just do Amy. We're all friends here, if you don't feel like telling us, then
you don't have to. But I promise to you that we will not tell a soul if you don't
want us to."
"thanks
Hermione, I needed to hear that. I will tell you, but you mustn't tell anyone! Not
even your family. There are several types of magic. There is innate magic, that
is the magic you are born with. There is Literate magic, Magic you learn,
simple things. Then there are the magic of the Earth. This is a very
complicated form that has been around for millenniums. None have dared to
tamper with it, for the sheer force of it is mind boggling. Yet, father was
bored with the kinds of Magic he knew, so, 16 years ago, he tried to control
the force of the Earths Power. He failed miserably. Never had this kind of
thing been attempted, so his failure was understandable. He had wanted to
understand the ways the magic worked, he combined the 5 magic of earth, Life, Fire,
Water, Earth and Wind in a jar, studying them. They were far to powerful for
him however, and when they tried to escape, he had to use his own magic to try
and stop them. Innate Magic meeting Earth's own caused a powerful magic cloud.
I was an abandoned baby, lying asleep beside the cave in which Father was
working in. The magic cloud drifted over me, I absorbed it, and was instantly givin
power beyond even my comprehension. I have the power of Innate magic and all of
the earth in me. A dangerous and powerful mixture. This was why Father didn't
tell anyone about me. He waited until I could sufficiently control these powers
before letting me come to Hogwarts."
"I thought
that you couldn't come because of kidnapping" Ron asked, awestruck by her confession.
"that's
merely a cover up story to divert suspicion. I am supposed to tell other people
that my Father adopted me when he found out I was an orphan. Which is really
quite close to the real truth"
"But
not the true truth!"
Amy
and Co. jumped with fright when Fred and George walked in. They had been
listening through the door and had heard every word. Amy looked at them with
fear in her eyes.
"You
won't tell anyone will you?" She asked.
"no!
never!" George said, Shaking his head vehemently. "though I never thought I would
ever meet an elemental. The last recorded one was found dead over hundreds of
years ago, during the Salem Which Trials."
Amy sighed in relief. She was quite
glad that these people knew, she didn't want to keep this secret inside of her
anymore. But she had so much to tell them, things that they would have trouble believing,
things about her life. But how much could she tell them? She had just given
away the most treasured Secret she possessed. And for one frightful second, she
thought of doing a memory charm to make them forget, but soon dispelled the idea.
She would tell them all her secrets, in time.
~whew!
I finally finished that. Man, that took me a week to finish. I've never worked so
long on any story before. If there are any mistakes then e-mail me at Animelover911@hotmail.com to alert
me. Five more reviews from different people and I will begin work on the 3 rd
chapter. But this time will y'all please Give me some desperately needed ideas!
I have like, none left! The next chapter will start with them at Hogwarts. So People!
Give me ideas! An independent author I am not! But I got gooder English then
you! ^_^~