Kit was bouncing on the bed, making it impossible for Ameber to dress him. Everytime he jumped the magical rails came up hitting her in the chin causing her to drop whatever article of clothing she was holding. This was his plan exactly.
"Kit!" she shrieked throwing her long brown hair over her shoul
"'es?" He feigned complete innocence.
"If you don't stop, I will tell Minerva." He plopped down on the bed faster than you could say 'Jackie Robinson.' Even at the tender age of three (and a half) he knew better than to cross McGonagall. "That's better. Mind telling me why you were jumping like a madman?
"I dun want you ta leave. I dun wanna hafta miss you." His eyes welled with tears and she hugged him.
"Oh Kit-Kat, I don't wanna hafta miss you either." She sighed sitting next to him quickly to give him a hug.
"Then stay wif me!"
"Sorry, but I can't. I wish I could. God, I wish I could." She turned wiping her eyes and picked a pair of socks out of the drawer.
"Don't you miss your Mommy and Daddy?" she smiled at his innocence while tapping his foot to get him to uncurl it
"I don't have a Mommy or a Daddy, just foster parents."
"What's that?" she was putting his shoes on as this was said
"People who take care of me," Or pretend to while beating the crap out of me, she thought bitterly.
"Are you my foster Mommy?" he was quick to catch on. Kit was a smart one, that was for sure.
"No, close enough however. Here don't move your foot I need to tie this." He was fully dressed then and they started for the great hall. It was Saturday and the last day of term. Usually Dobby cared for him untill after classes but today was special. He walked down the hall proudly in his jean overalls over the "'under izerd" shirt wonder wizard was a show on the WWW for kids that Kit never missed
`"Ambear?" he looked at her with the grin that she loved.
"Yeh?"
"Can we play the kidnap game?"
"Okay. What's your name?" if we must where did I put my earplugs?
"'Pudnintaine.' Ask me again, I'll tell you the same." She smiled when she was very young her grandmother taught her this rhyme in jest.
"Hey little boy, want some candy?"
"Not from you! You're strange to me." It may not rhyme exactly but it served its purpose.
"Come get on my broom."
"Not when I'm in a tomb." She had been working on this for a while. He needed to know what to do, in case anything happened to him. She wished she had been prepared too, but it was too late to change the past.
"Last: if someone tries to touch you in a yucky way…"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" his scream was loud, but everyone knew about 'Kit's lost game.'
"Good. Good job." She said after she regianed her hearing. Kit beamed and they entered the great hall.
"Hi Kit!" many kids called. No one noticed Ameber they sat at the end of the Gryffindor table she had grown used to this. Most kids were beginning to think of her as Kit's Nanny. She didn't mind. She didn't need them anyway. They sat at the end of the Gryffindor table.
Ameber clapped when Ravenclaw won the housecup Kit was busy with the toy aeroplane she had brought to keep him busy. Muggle toys were fasinating to him because he had no idea what they were.
When the food was served she cut it up for him and ate her meal. As they finished a burly fifth year Slytherin came up to them.
"Hey Puchasa! Playing Mummy again?"
"Shut up, Zabini."
"Ohh, I'm scared. What's the little mother gonna do?"
"This!" she went to slap him she had had enough but as she did a bright green light hit him right between the eyes. He fell back stumbling onto the Ravenclaw table and spilling glasses and plates
Dumbledore was quick to call them into his office, but when Ameber went to leave Kit with Professor McGonagall, he stopped her.
"I need to see the young man too." Confused, Ameber followed the headmaster into his office. Freddie Zabini was told to wait outside while Dumbledore spoke to Ameber and Kit inside.
As they walked down the halls very confused Kit looked at her with terror in his green eyes.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No you're a good boy." He nodded wariily.
Dumbledore had Freddie Zabini wait outside by the gargoyle and called Ameber and Kit inside.
"Ameber, I believe you will be going home with the rest of the students today. Correct?" he said kindly.
"Yes, sir."
"Minerva tells me you have done a good job with Kit for the past two years."
"I try, sir." Ameber was quite modest and overwhelmingly shy.
"Well, Ameber, do you want to go home?" She stared at him blankly. No one had ever asked what she wanted.
"Um, well…"
"Please feel free to tell me." He looked at her with all knowing eyes and she relaxed.
"No. I don't, but I don't see what that has to do with anything." She said very confused while absentmindedly detaching Kit's hands from Fawkes' perch.
"It has to do with everything. If you would like, you could stay here at Hogwarts and watch over Kit. Only if you'd like to, that is." She beamed, and he smiled back at her. "I'll take that as a yes."
"No."
"No?" he nodded and went to study some papers on his desk while she smiled slyly.
"Not just 'yes,' but absolutely."
"Great. I also understand that the blast in the great hall was not from you."
"No."
"Kit? Did you get mad at breakfast?"
"Es. I made a biiiig boom."
"I thought so. Interesting. Ms. Puchasa, you and Kit may go. Please ask Mr. Zabini in on your way out, will you?" so they headed out to Kits room where Remus was sitting. Pairing tiny socks. It really was a comical site and Ameber had to try hard not to laugh.
"I take it you decided to stay?" he grinned.
"Of course. I didn't want Kit here to miss me.'" " Kit who had let go of the hand he had in a death grip was looking at a talking storybook and paying them no mind.
"Er, Rem- Professor-"
"Call me Remus."
"Okay, Remus, uh… Who were Kit's parents?"
"Okay Remus uh… Who were or are Kit's parents? I mean because I well work with him I'd like to to know." She was still a bit shy around him but he was used to it.
" Of course. Have you heard how the Dark Lord was defeated? No? Binnes will tell you soon but I relay it now. Well three years ago two young couples decided to infiltrate the headquarters, the Potters and the Weaslys. They received the mark of the dark and the rest of the world was so dismayed that four of the worlds best went dark.
"Only a handful of us knew the truth. We watched as our only hopes embarked on what would be a suicide mission.
"They suceeded in killing the darklord but well… Ginny Potter's body was never found but Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly, and Hermione Granger-Weasly died for certian." His eyes filled with tears. "I knew them all very well and they are greatly missed."
"And Kit?" she prodded.
"Ah Kit. Well our Kit was the son of Harry and Ginny Potter. Two of the greatest wizards ever"
"Oh. So he's an orphan?"
"Yes." Remus was more somber than she'd ever seen him before.
"Amebear? Whats a norphan?" Kit had resurfaced from his seat.
"An orphan. Remember what we said about not having mummies and daddies?"
"Yup."
"Someone without a mommy or daddy is an orphan."
"I'm not a norphan," Kit said. Ameber smiled. He didn't need to know.