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Chapter 5
Harry was alone with Dumbledore. He had been practically dragged into a small room just off the main hallway, which was used for nothing more than a private chat room, mostly by the adults of the house. Harry was sitting on a small chair looking at the floor, he had seen Dumbledore mad before, but he had never seen him this type of mad, it was like Dumbledore was upset, enraged, pensive, and caring all at the same time, in fact having all those types of emotions in Dumbledore had caused his face to go even more wrinkled and crinkled than it was before.
Harry had heard Amara crying from his bedroom. He was lying on his bed, swapping stories with Ron and Hermione. Ron seemed almost as worried about Amara as Harry, But Hermione looked petrified about what was happening to Amara. Every time Amara cried Hermione would get up, and walk to the door, making to open it and then sitting back down. It was at least Three hours before the trio were called back down again.
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the Kitchen, Where Amara was in a cradle by the table. Sat at the table was the whole Order of the Phoenix. They were all either looking shocked, scared or confused. Except for Mrs Weasley who just looked like she was about to burst into tears. "Sit down Harry, Hermione and Ron can you please step out of the room for a minute..." said Dumbledore who looked placid and thoughtful. Ron and Hermione gave Harry a sympathetic look, Harry noticed Hermione stare at Amara before leaving behind Ron and shutting the door. Harry looked at Dumbledore and said "Tell me then..."
"Harry, she is a witch. That test was positive, she isn't dangerous in any way, shape or form." Said Lupin. Harry breathed a great big sigh of relief. "But. We did administer a DNA test, revealing her father. Dumbledore dug up the spell work last night for it. Very old and complex workings indeed, anyway...I'm sorry...I.I" and Lupin broke down and tears slid down his face. Harry was confused, what could be so bad as to make Remus Lupin cry, and as Harry looked around, Mrs Weasley was also in fits of tears. Dumbledore was the one who spoke up. "Harry, you're her father" There was a deathly silence. Harry was shaking like a leaf. It was impossible, he couldn't be her father. He summoned the strength to ask Dumbledore how, but Dumbledore seemed to read his mind. "Harry, I will demonstrate to you." And he walked over and lifted Amara out of her cradle, and led her down on the middle of the table. "Revaha Lingusto" he said, the aura of power surged the room and a shadow formed above Amara. Harry could see himself, but Older, he looked around 20, 21. "This is completely normal Harry, but just keep watching," said Mr Weasley. The form of Harry began to speak.
"Please look after my little baby, please. I left her in the care of my 16-year-old self. I arranged it so she would be found by me. I will return for her..."
-Shadow Harry had tears streaming down his thin face
"If, if I never come back. Someone else will. I promise you. I love her... Don't hurt her please god just keep her safe. My world isn't right for her. War isn't the place for a baby. It's my war. If she died, I would, just... she is all I have left. I have placed several spells around her. The mother of Amara will be drawn towards her automatically. As will my 16 year old self, and her godparents. Ron and Luna. Please god just keeps her safe for me. She has to remain in the care of my 16-year-old self; otherwise all protection spells will falter. Hogwarts isn't enough to keep her safe alone. Dumbledore, I know you now. Please don't let your own mixed up head do to Amara what you did you did to me. Keep her safe.
The Shadow faded away. People were sobbing all around Harry. Who had his head in his hands "You must be exceedingly powerful in the future Harry, to mould that charm to your own uses." Said Dumbledore who was staring at Harry.
Harry gave up with trying to clear his head. He thought of everything that Shadow Harry told him. He wasn't going to let his own baby go. Not in a million years. But another thought plagued his mind. Who was the mother? Little did Harry know the mother had her ear against the door and was breathing very heavily, she wanted to run in and grab Amara from their grasps, All logic gone form her head, she was about to do anything, anything at all, for that little baby. She pushed open the door to the kitchen, heads swerved around and she realised only then that the tiny creature on the table was her own. Heads swerved around. A beam of understanding shot between her and Harry. They both knew Amara was theirs now. And although, she had no actual confirmation it was in her heart and that's what mattered.
"Give me my baby now!" pleaded Hermione "Give me our baby Harry!"
Harry looked at Hermione very closely. She had worry lines down her young face, and her eyes were deepened with concern. Harry lifted Amara up off the table and carried her to Hermione, "Here you go Hermione." He said softly. Amara giggled and grabbed Hermione's finger. Hermione pulled Amara close to her, and said, "I'll never let you go my little princess." Harry was restraining himself from crying, Order members were not trying as hard as he was to control his emotions. Dumbledore was smiling, but it wasn't a cheery smile, like the one he usual displays across his face, Harry thought it looked rather strained, it was if Dumbledore knew something bad was going to happen that the rest didn't know. Harry chose to ignore it.
It was late in the afternoon, the sun was shining outside, but Harry and his friends were too busy to enjoy the summer heat. They were all inside, tending to Amara. Ron had accustomed himself to the fact that he was the godfather to Amara, he was coping very well with her, and Amara seemed to love Ron. Ron always found ways to make her smile and gurgle happily. One of these ways was singing. It was a known fact by all Gryffindor's that Ronald Weasley was one of the worst singers in Hogwarts history, When Ron tried to go high, his voice could make a banshee cringe. But when Ron sung a particular song by a muggle band called The Calling, called Our Lives. It soothed Amara into a peaceful slumber, even when she was at her most restless. Hermione pointed out, that it must have some reference to the future, Ron just grinned sheepishly whilst Harry rolled his eyes. Dumbledore had not made an appearance since the testing night, when Harry had first arrived. Mrs. Weasley was enough to make up for twelve Dumbledore's. She was always around to make sure Amara was safe and sound, although in Harry's opinion Amara didn't seem to need as much looking after as they thought. It had happened on Amara's first night in Grimmauld Place. Everyone was sat down to dinner, gazing awkwardly and the doting parents. When someone has shouted rather loudly and made Amara start to cry. Harry and Hermione couldn't stop her. And after about twenty minutes of her bawling her eyes out several glasses broke. Not by the hand of anyone in the room. They were all in the cupboard at the time, it had to have been Amara because after those glasses shattered, and then she immediately stopped crying and looked rather calm and happy again. This was one powerful girl!
Harry and Hermione hadn't really clicked that they one day will have a child together, although everyone else seemed to have had. Harry just went around in his usual way and Hermione went around with hers. It was like it was completely natural and didn't need to be acknowledged.
This is a lot longer than my last few chapters, keep reviewing!