A/N: WARNING: ORDER OF THE PHOENIX SPOILERS!!!!

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Chapter Two

If At First You Don't Succeed Try, Try Again

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"You'll be able to handle her, right?" Stan Stunpike asked Harry, with Amelia Dursley's limp body in his arms. They were in front of the Leaky Cauldron, and Harry had given her a rather large drought of a sleeping potion.

"I'm sure," Harry said. "She's just a bit freaked out, I mean she found out she was a witch, and her family kicked her out."

"Well, you take care," Stan said.

"Okay, bye," Harry said. "I would wave - but I really can't right now."

"It's okay," Ernie said, closing the doors of the Knight Bus and driving away. Harry pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Harry!" Tom said cheerily, he was cleaning up, "What's with the girl?"

"Muggles kicked her out when they found out she was a witch," Harry said. "Listen, Tom, can you put some Floo in my hand?"

"Is that the girl who set the giant crab?" Tom asked, his eyes widening. He was waving a newspaper furiously in his hand. "I heard it tore all over . . . say, are you taking her to Azkaban?"

"Just give me the Floo, Tom," Harry said, and Tom reached into a jar above the fire, putting some in his hand.

"Potter - Weasely Residence!" Harry said, tossing the powder into the fire and stepping in.

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Harry landed with a thud, Amelia's body rolling on the ground. He got off, put on his glasses, and did a quick cleaning spell.

"Daddy!" a little skinny girl with long black braids yelled, "Daddy!" She was in bright pink pajamas holding a tiny doll, tears falling down her face.

"What is it, babe?" he asked, scooping her up in his lap.

"Uncle Ron said a giant crab attacked!" she said. "And it scared me so much daddy! There were pictures in the 'Evening' Prophet too!" Ron was standing at the edge of the stairs, waving meekly.

"Well, daddy stopped the giant crab," Harry said to his daughter. "So you haven't anything to worry about now."

Instead of thanking him, the little girl jumped out of his lap and crossed her arms, "Mr. Daddy Potter!" she said in a mocking tone, which he could have only related to Professor McGonagall's (although she had never met her). "Don't you ever go fighting giant crabs again!" and she stormed out stairs.

"I told you not to tell her," Harry said to Ron, turning on the lights with a flick of his wand. "Now Molly's going to be awake all night, having bad dreams about giant crabs!"

"It wasn't my fault," Ron said, running a hand through his messy red hair. "She climbed up right on me, right before Hermione and I were about to go to bed. I was reading the Evening Prophet then she crawls into my lap and goes, 'ooh, Uncle Ron, what's that?' and points at the giant crab. And who is that?" he asked, pointing at Amelia. "She's not dead, right?"

"Of course not!" Harry said. "This is Amelia."

"The one who sent the giant crab in the first place?" Ron said. "Well, don't blame me, blame her! Oh, wait . . . you mean . . . Amelia Dursley, don't you? The Muggles' Amelia? Who, may I point out again, sent the giant crab out in the first place. Can Muggles do that? I mean, sending giant crabs everywhere?" Harry stared at him straight in the eye. "Oh," Ron said. "I see, she's a witch."

"Duh," Harry said blandly.

"Then why is she here?"

"The Dursley's . . . kicked her out," Harry said. "I was supposed to take her to the Ministry, but she was in her pajamas, and quite freaked at that, so I decided to take her tomorrow."

"Great plan Harry," Ron said. " Just bloody great, Sparrow's gonna be all over you. Now, did you tell the Ministry this?"

"I really don't need to," Harry said. "They just said 'Bring her to the Ministry as soon as possible' and it's not possible when she is scared out of her bloody wits!"

"Good point," Ron said.

"Ron!" a voice called from upstairs. "What're you doing down there?"

"Duty calls," Ron said. "And a very happy duty at that," then he ran up stairs.

"Winky!" Harry called, stepping into the kitchen. Her and Dobby had moved in after Harry graduated, becoming their household servants.

"Dobby is here, Master Potter," Dobby said, bowing low. Harry raised an eyebrow, it was Dobby's day off.

"Dobby . . . weren't you out?" Harry asked.

"Dobby thought to go to Diagon Alley, and buy several new clothes for the baby," Dobby said. Winky had become pregnant. "Dobby has bought many socks, but Winky says Dobby must buy other clothes. Then, right before Dobby is to leave, Winky calls. Her stomach is hurting very much, Master Potter. So Dobby skipped his day out, to stay in!" Dobby stopped at this point, looking up at Harry's face. "Oh, do not worry Master Potter, Winky is not having the baby yet. Winky is sleeping, Master Potter, Master Potter must be quiet."

Harry nodded, "Dobby," he said in a low whisper. "Could you fix a guest room?"

"Of course," Dobby said bowing, and walking up the stairs.

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Harry sat alone at breakfast that day. Molly had decided to sleep in, and Ron and Hermione had also chosen so. Or at least wake up late, because a very sleepy, yet happy looking Ron came down a few minutes later, wearing only pants and had a shirt slung over his shoulder. He sat down, buttoning up the shirt. Harry hadn't seen Ron like this since a few months ago, when Ron and Hermione had come back from their honeymoon.

::Flashback to a few months ago::

It was night in the Potter - Weasely house, and all was quiet, almost. Harry was sound asleep, thanks to a Silencing Spell, but not little Molly Potter, who lay wide awake, wondering where the screaming could be coming from. Her Aunt Hermione was screaming, rather viciously, followed by her Uncle Ron. They weren't yelling any words as far as she had heard, just screaming. They didn't seem like scared screams, and there was much loud panting, and the occasional bang on the walls.

"Hermione!" Ron yelled, and after several loud crashes and bangs, Hermione was laughing and screaming at the same time. More crashes and bangs could be heard. Disgruntled and wishing for sleep, Molly pushed open her bedroom door and headed to her Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's room. She pushed the door open, and there was the most gruesome sight she had ever seen. Not that she had barley seen any, being five.

Then, instead of either Ron or Hermione screaming, in fact, they didn't even notice her. It was Molly who started shrieking in terror. She ran down the hallway to her daddy's room, jumping on his bed.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she screamed.

"What is it?" Harry asked, the spell wearing off.

"I'm scared," Molly said, crawling into Harry's bed. "Goodnight."

The next morning, Ron came in for breakfast late, looking rather sleepy but very happy.

"That," he said. "Was the best night of my whole life."

Harry nodded, "I noticed."

"I can't wait for tonight," Ron said, digging into his food.

"Was it that good?" Harry asked.

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again," Ron said.

::End of Flashback::

"Let me guess," Harry said. "If at first you don't succeed, try again?"

Ron was grinning wildly, "We made it," he said.

"Well, compliments on that," Harry said. "You guys kept the noise level down, didn't hear a thing."

"Practice makes perfect," Ron said. "Hermione's still in bed, think she got knocked out, that one did."

"Hmm," Harry said. The two ate in silence, until there was a very loud, girly shriek from up stairs. Ron and Harry rushed up stairs to find out it had been from the guestroom, coming from Amelia.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?" she roared, screaming more. Ron walked over and placed a hand over her mouth the muffle the sound.

"Can you just put a bloody Memory Spell on her?" Ron scowled.

"Hello?" somebody called from downstairs. "Harry?"

"Orlando Sparrow," Harry said. Orlando was the temporary Minister of Magic, until they elected a new one. Harry himself was up, and was thinking he would get the position too.

"We're up here!" Harry yelled.

"Daddy!" Molly squealed, running in and hugging his leg. "There's a scary man downstairs!"

"Hello," Orlando said. His appearance was quite scary, with short shaved light blonde hair, and a long curly blonde goatee. He had thin eyes, like slits, and the pupils inside, although nobody saw them, were a red-brown, almost like blood. "Well, well," Orlando said, tapping his foot. He surveyed the room.

Amelia had a terror-stricken look on her face, Ron's hands pressed firmly against her mouth. Harry had a look of loathing on his face, and Molly was practically climbing up his leg, her face buried in his pants.

"Harry," he said icily, his tongue as sharp as a knife, Molly letting out a little whimper. "Who's the munchkin on your leg?"

"This is Molly, my daughter," Harry said, picking Molly up. "Molly, say hi to Mr. Sparrow."

"Hello Mr. Sparrow," Molly whimpered.

"Aren't you a little cutie?" Sparrow said, and he pulled out a lollipop, which Molly took. "From Mr. Sparrow." Then he patted her head, making her hair messier than before. "That she attend Hogwarts as scheduled," Dumbledore said.

"Ow!" Ron said, jumping from Amelia and shaking his hand. "She bit me!"

"Yes, the girl," Sparrow said. "The Ministry says she must come immediately for testing."

"Testing?" Ron asked.

Sparrow sighed, "Testing, Ron. They have found children with much wandless power and they wish to study them. Now, if you'll let me stun her, I'll be on my way . . ." he pulled out his wand, and suddenly, the wand turned to rubber, running away from him. "See? This is the power the Ministry must control."

"Then I'll take her myself," Harry said.

"I'll come back in an hour," Sparrow said, "You don't happen to have a way to Apparate here, right?"

"The only way is Floo and the door," Harry said again, through gritted teeth.

"I'll take Floo then," Sparrow said, and he headed downstairs, then said, "Ministry of Magic!" and was off.

"He scared me," Molly whimpered, burying her head into Harry's chest.

"You wanna come to work with me?" Harry said, kissing her forehead.

"Yes," Molly whispered. "I'm scared." Amelia was staring at everybody, her eyes wide open.

"A-are y-you kidnappers?" she asked.

"Of course not!" Ron said.

"Didn't I say I was your cousin?" Harry asked.

"Y-yes," Amelia said meekly. "B-but I've never s-s-seen you, a-and M-Mum and D-D-Dad never t-talk a-a-about y-you."

"You want proof?" Harry asked. He dug out of his pocket a picture. "There."

"T-that's me," Amelia said, fingering the picture.

"Of course," Harry said.

"And t-t-that's y-y-you?" she pointed at the younger Harry holding her.

"Yes," Harry said. "At King's Cross, day I left Hogwarts. It was supposed to be moving, but some of those pictures, they don't turn out right."

"Hogwarts?" Amelia asked.

"You haven't read the letter yet, have you?" Harry said.

"Oh, n-no, I've read the letter," Amelia said. "I just thought it was a joke."

"Well, it isn't," Harry said. "Get ready, we're leaving in," he checked his watch ". . . Fifty minutes." They started to file out of the room, "Um . . . hello?" Amelia said. "I haven't any clothes to change in."

"Right," Harry said, and ran out, coming back in with a pair of jeans, a blouse, a pair of sneakers (trainers for all of you in England), and a gold and red jumper (sweaters to all of you in America) with a funny-looking crest. "Bathroom's to your left."

They filed out, and Amelia headed to the bathroom. It seemed a private bathroom, because there were no other doors except from her room. The bathtub resembled a Jacuzzi, with several little taps in different shapes and colors. She turned a light blue tap carved like a flower and several flower scented bubbles came out, with a mix of flower petals. Turning that one off, she turned a white cloudy colored one, in the shape of a horse - or a unicorn, she couldn't tell. A frothy cold mix of bubbles came, in the scent of root beer.

Amelia tried the next tap, a dark purple star. Out came several balloon- sized bubbles, strong enough to support her. The light green tap in the shape of a cube released tiny cube-shaped bubbles, each one the size of a dice. Trying one more tap before she got in, she tried to turn a transparent swirl-shaped tap, which squeaked, 'Wrong way!'

Shocked, Amelia pushed the tap down, and the whole bathtub began to swirl and churn like a hot tub, she got in, letting the water spin her around. It was very relaxing, the scents floating up her nose. When she felt like that was long enough, Amelia got out, and pulled the transparent tap up, and everything stopped, the bubbles quickly disappearing. She dressed in the clothes, which surprisingly fit her exactly. When she walked out the bathroom door, her hair dried automatically. Amelia was beginning to like this place. She wrapped the jumper (sweater) around her waist, going down the stairs.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Molly said. "Can you French braid my hair again?"

"No," Harry said. "Your Auntie Hermione is the only one who knows how to do that, and she's not...available right now to do that."

"Can I go ask?" she said.

"No," Harry said. "Hermione needs her rest."

"Aw, okay," Molly said sadly. "I'm ready to go."

"Amelia!" Harry called. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Amelia said, who had been standing in the doorway the whole time, and was excellent at French braiding.

"Okay," Harry said. They headed out to the Muggle Ministry car, which Harry drove to London, and they stopped in an alleyway with a broken telephone. Squeezing inside, Harry dialed a series of number.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic visitor's entrance," a young female voice said. "Please state your name and business."

"Harry Potter erm . . . Auror, Molly Potter is coming to work with her dad, and Amelia Dursley is here for a . . . magical testing."

"Visitors please put the badge on," the female voice said and two badges came through the slot where money was usually kept.

Molly's badge said MOLLY POTTER, AUROR DAUGHTER, while Amelia's badge said AMELIA DURSLEY, MAGICAL TESTING.

"Please be informed that your wands will be checked and screened at security," the female voice said as the telephone booth began to go down. "Have a nice day!" it said.

"That was different," Harry commented as they stepped in the lift. "Then again, I haven't gone through that entrance since . . . I was fifteen." He pressed the button for the new floor six; labeled MAGICAL TESTINGS (these include wandless testing, Apparating tests, ministry tests, sanity tests, and O.W.L and N.E.W.T grading).

"Mr. Potter, Miss Potter, and Miss Dursley, what a pleasure," and standing there was Draco Malfoy, with his usual sneer. "I believe Miss Dursley is here for testing?"

~*~ End of Chapter Two ~*~

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