A/N: This is a slightly short chapter because I wrote chapter seven and
eight in one day, being I'm always bored.
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Chapter Eight
The Difference Between a Potter and an Amelia
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The days passed, and Amelia fell into a certain schedule. She ate breakfast, had wandless magic training with Hermione (Professor Granger, she corrected herself), went to Charms, then Herbology, had a free period, lunch, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts (which was turning out dreadful), Potions, and then did homework in the library with Melinda. After dinner she went down to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, and once every Wednesday she went to Astronomy at midnight.
Amelia did make new friends though - actually, one to be exact. Celia Warner, another first year who shared a dormitory with her. They had beds next to each other, and both thought their other two roommates, Serafina and Matilda, were quite freaky.
She basically stayed with Celia all day; Melinda during breaks Penny, Alex, and their friends occasionally at meals and in the common room, and Drake Malfoy before dinner. Drake and Amelia shared one thing that nobody else shared - they both hated 'Professor Potter' to some degree.
But Drake had different reasons of course (being that Harry Potter was not his cousin, adoptive father, and worried about Harry making a big fool of him). Drake disliked them because they disliked well . . . him.
All three professors didn't like Drake, and Amelia thought it was quite rude due to the fact that they treated him different because of his surname. Personally, she thought Drake was one of the best people she had ever met in her whole life.
"I would rather be you," Drake argued with Amelia one day as they lounged on the shore of the lake, Amelia absentmindedly tickling the tentacles of giant squid.
"And I would rather be you," Amelia pointed out. "You don't have the person everybody says is your dad making a fool of himself."
"He basically is your dad," Drake said.
"Adoptive," Amelia said.
"Do you really hate Professor Potter that much?" Drake asked. "I would kill for somebody with a dad like that."
"Like what?" Amelia asked. "A person who acts big-headed and thinks everything is a joke - "
"But he doesn't hate you," Drake said. "My parents hate me."
"Well I hate him," Amelia scowled, now picking at a blade of grass as the giant squid had retreated back into the lake. "Do you know that everybody expects me to make it on the Quidditch team? And somehow to become Seeker, which is impossible, because Ravenclaw already has a Seeker . . ."
"But - "
"And Harry's obsessed about Quidditch, too," Amelia continued; now picking out blades of grass. "He thinks I'm going to relive his Quidditch glory days - which I'm not - and he doesn't even notice that I'm not him. I swear, he's a right on - " Drake placed a hand over Amelia's mouth to stop her from talking.
"Have you ever played Quidditch?" Drake asked.
"Yes . . . a bit . . ." Amelia said. "With some of the professors during the summer."
"Did you like it?"
"A lot," Amelia answered, still picking at the grass.
"Then why don't you want to play Quidditch? I've heard the Gryffindor Quidditch team talking, they think you have Harry's talent and are actually doubting that if you get on the Ravenclaw team they might have some problems," Drake said. Penny had seen Amelia playing around with the Quaffle one day, and had offered her a spot as Chaser on the Ravenclaw team.
"That's what I mean!" Amelia said a bit loudly, throwing a clump of grass into the lake. "Harry's talent! Why can't if be my talent? Or Dursley talent? Or Potter talent? Why is it Harry's talent?"
"So you just want to do stuff Professor Potter doesn't do?"
"Yes!" Amelia said, throwing another clump of grass into the lake. "But Harry Potter's done everything! He's stopped that whats-his-name person - Voldemort - seven times, has become the greatest Seeker in the whole history of Hogwarts - also being on a Quidditch team in his first year, the first to do so in a century! Then there's a bunch of other records and all that stuff from school, he's been the youngest person to get the First Order of Merlin - "
"I get it," Drake said.
"And no matter what I do, Harry's done it all before, and if anybody else had done that it would've been all wonderful and record-breaking. But if a Potter does something, it's just normal," Amelia finished. They were silent for about half a minute, Amelia still absentmindedly picking at the grass.
"You're not a Potter," Drake said quietly.
"What?" Amelia asked.
"You're not a Potter," Drake said. "You're Amelia."
"What's the difference?" Amelia said with a bitter tongue.
"A Potter has done everything and anything and hates Malfoys," Drake said. "And Amelia hates Harry Potter, wants to do everything and anything and likes Malfoys."
"And what happens when you put the two together?" Amelia asked.
"I dunno," Drake said. "You get to decide."
And that was when Amelia had decided that Drake was not only the best person in the world, but the sweetest. Suddenly, she felt a bit emotional, and her eyes began to pool up . . . and it started to rain. Rain extremely hard, and even if she was crying, nobody would be able to tell.
So, the two ran back to the castle before they got any wetter, laughing the whole way.
What they didn't know was that Harry Potter had watched and heard the whole conversation from his office window.
Meanwhile, the two ran into the Entrance Hall, now soaking wet, as the rain was now hitting even harder. Amelia had caused the whole thing, and she knew it. Not that she really cared that she had done it.
But the two didn't notice that their shoes and the hems of their robes were soaked with mud, and that they had left a trail of mud through the hall. They did notice though Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, see them and go away.
Drake let out a string of colorful words. "I'm running, you?" He was referring to running from the spot of the 'crime'.
Amelia thought for a few moments. She knew that no matter what Filch would find them, and she came up with a wonderful plan. Screwing up her eyes, a drop of sweat falling down her face, she quickly wiped away the mud. "Why?" Amelia asked a bit quietly. It was the biggest task she had performed with wandless magic since she had come to Hogwarts and had worn her out.
"The mud - it was - "Drake looked around, utterly confused. "Nevermind."
"I'm going to lock them up by their toes . . ." they heard Filch mutter and coming from another corridor.
Drake let out several other swear words, and then he pointed at the broom closet across the hall. They both ran for it, Filch's form now appearing, and dived into the broom closet, closing the door behind them.
Unfortunately for them, it was a very tiny broom closet. And you could only imagine what it was like, being locked in a closet, and wondering what would happen if somebody found you. Lucky for them though, because they weren't found and Filch left soon.
Then they heard a group of people coming through the Entrance Hall, and the two waited for their time to get out when the Entrance Hall was empty. It was extremely uncomfortable in the closet, and when the two were put up with pressing against the brooms and cleaning supplies far to stay far enough from each other.
Then, in the extreme dark, Amelia felt Drake's arms wrap around her in a hug and whisper in her ear. "I bet you Harry Potter never did this."
Then, a fraction of a second later, the broom closet door swung open, and the last people they wanted to see were standing there, looking at Drake Malfoy hugging Amelia Potter.
And those two people were Hermione and Ron Weasely.
(Professor Granger and Professor Weasely, Amelia reminded herself)
End of Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight
The Difference Between a Potter and an Amelia
~*~
The days passed, and Amelia fell into a certain schedule. She ate breakfast, had wandless magic training with Hermione (Professor Granger, she corrected herself), went to Charms, then Herbology, had a free period, lunch, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts (which was turning out dreadful), Potions, and then did homework in the library with Melinda. After dinner she went down to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, and once every Wednesday she went to Astronomy at midnight.
Amelia did make new friends though - actually, one to be exact. Celia Warner, another first year who shared a dormitory with her. They had beds next to each other, and both thought their other two roommates, Serafina and Matilda, were quite freaky.
She basically stayed with Celia all day; Melinda during breaks Penny, Alex, and their friends occasionally at meals and in the common room, and Drake Malfoy before dinner. Drake and Amelia shared one thing that nobody else shared - they both hated 'Professor Potter' to some degree.
But Drake had different reasons of course (being that Harry Potter was not his cousin, adoptive father, and worried about Harry making a big fool of him). Drake disliked them because they disliked well . . . him.
All three professors didn't like Drake, and Amelia thought it was quite rude due to the fact that they treated him different because of his surname. Personally, she thought Drake was one of the best people she had ever met in her whole life.
"I would rather be you," Drake argued with Amelia one day as they lounged on the shore of the lake, Amelia absentmindedly tickling the tentacles of giant squid.
"And I would rather be you," Amelia pointed out. "You don't have the person everybody says is your dad making a fool of himself."
"He basically is your dad," Drake said.
"Adoptive," Amelia said.
"Do you really hate Professor Potter that much?" Drake asked. "I would kill for somebody with a dad like that."
"Like what?" Amelia asked. "A person who acts big-headed and thinks everything is a joke - "
"But he doesn't hate you," Drake said. "My parents hate me."
"Well I hate him," Amelia scowled, now picking at a blade of grass as the giant squid had retreated back into the lake. "Do you know that everybody expects me to make it on the Quidditch team? And somehow to become Seeker, which is impossible, because Ravenclaw already has a Seeker . . ."
"But - "
"And Harry's obsessed about Quidditch, too," Amelia continued; now picking out blades of grass. "He thinks I'm going to relive his Quidditch glory days - which I'm not - and he doesn't even notice that I'm not him. I swear, he's a right on - " Drake placed a hand over Amelia's mouth to stop her from talking.
"Have you ever played Quidditch?" Drake asked.
"Yes . . . a bit . . ." Amelia said. "With some of the professors during the summer."
"Did you like it?"
"A lot," Amelia answered, still picking at the grass.
"Then why don't you want to play Quidditch? I've heard the Gryffindor Quidditch team talking, they think you have Harry's talent and are actually doubting that if you get on the Ravenclaw team they might have some problems," Drake said. Penny had seen Amelia playing around with the Quaffle one day, and had offered her a spot as Chaser on the Ravenclaw team.
"That's what I mean!" Amelia said a bit loudly, throwing a clump of grass into the lake. "Harry's talent! Why can't if be my talent? Or Dursley talent? Or Potter talent? Why is it Harry's talent?"
"So you just want to do stuff Professor Potter doesn't do?"
"Yes!" Amelia said, throwing another clump of grass into the lake. "But Harry Potter's done everything! He's stopped that whats-his-name person - Voldemort - seven times, has become the greatest Seeker in the whole history of Hogwarts - also being on a Quidditch team in his first year, the first to do so in a century! Then there's a bunch of other records and all that stuff from school, he's been the youngest person to get the First Order of Merlin - "
"I get it," Drake said.
"And no matter what I do, Harry's done it all before, and if anybody else had done that it would've been all wonderful and record-breaking. But if a Potter does something, it's just normal," Amelia finished. They were silent for about half a minute, Amelia still absentmindedly picking at the grass.
"You're not a Potter," Drake said quietly.
"What?" Amelia asked.
"You're not a Potter," Drake said. "You're Amelia."
"What's the difference?" Amelia said with a bitter tongue.
"A Potter has done everything and anything and hates Malfoys," Drake said. "And Amelia hates Harry Potter, wants to do everything and anything and likes Malfoys."
"And what happens when you put the two together?" Amelia asked.
"I dunno," Drake said. "You get to decide."
And that was when Amelia had decided that Drake was not only the best person in the world, but the sweetest. Suddenly, she felt a bit emotional, and her eyes began to pool up . . . and it started to rain. Rain extremely hard, and even if she was crying, nobody would be able to tell.
So, the two ran back to the castle before they got any wetter, laughing the whole way.
What they didn't know was that Harry Potter had watched and heard the whole conversation from his office window.
Meanwhile, the two ran into the Entrance Hall, now soaking wet, as the rain was now hitting even harder. Amelia had caused the whole thing, and she knew it. Not that she really cared that she had done it.
But the two didn't notice that their shoes and the hems of their robes were soaked with mud, and that they had left a trail of mud through the hall. They did notice though Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, see them and go away.
Drake let out a string of colorful words. "I'm running, you?" He was referring to running from the spot of the 'crime'.
Amelia thought for a few moments. She knew that no matter what Filch would find them, and she came up with a wonderful plan. Screwing up her eyes, a drop of sweat falling down her face, she quickly wiped away the mud. "Why?" Amelia asked a bit quietly. It was the biggest task she had performed with wandless magic since she had come to Hogwarts and had worn her out.
"The mud - it was - "Drake looked around, utterly confused. "Nevermind."
"I'm going to lock them up by their toes . . ." they heard Filch mutter and coming from another corridor.
Drake let out several other swear words, and then he pointed at the broom closet across the hall. They both ran for it, Filch's form now appearing, and dived into the broom closet, closing the door behind them.
Unfortunately for them, it was a very tiny broom closet. And you could only imagine what it was like, being locked in a closet, and wondering what would happen if somebody found you. Lucky for them though, because they weren't found and Filch left soon.
Then they heard a group of people coming through the Entrance Hall, and the two waited for their time to get out when the Entrance Hall was empty. It was extremely uncomfortable in the closet, and when the two were put up with pressing against the brooms and cleaning supplies far to stay far enough from each other.
Then, in the extreme dark, Amelia felt Drake's arms wrap around her in a hug and whisper in her ear. "I bet you Harry Potter never did this."
Then, a fraction of a second later, the broom closet door swung open, and the last people they wanted to see were standing there, looking at Drake Malfoy hugging Amelia Potter.
And those two people were Hermione and Ron Weasely.
(Professor Granger and Professor Weasely, Amelia reminded herself)
End of Chapter Eight
