A/N- I have been getting some reviews in which people think that Lily was
told wrong when she found out her baby was a girl. This baby is NOT Harry,
in fact, this story is set 2 or 3 years BEFORE Harry. Well I would say
more, but that would kind of sort of ruin part of the plot...so I am going to
shut up.
It was dark when Amy returned home from her parent's house. It was rather chilly outside and, according to the Evening Prophet, it was supposed to get even worse. She stepped into the foyer of her house relieved to be back at home. As she walked into her kitchen, a chill ran up her spine. Amy whirled around expecting someone to be standing behind her.
No one was there.
Amy made herself a cup of coffee she kept her ears open for any odd noises and her wand close by her side. She moved out of the kitchen and stared down the long hall leading to her bedroom. Amy put down her coffee mug on the table and ran down the hall to the light switch which filled the hall with light. She went back into the kitchen, grabbed her coffee, and headed to bed.
She curled up amongst her covers with a book in her hands. Once again the chill ran up her spine. Amy put her coffee on her bedside table with a shaking hand. She sat motionless for a few minutes before suddenly jumping off of her bed and crouching on the floor. She picked up her bed skirt with her wand in her hand.
She was being stupid.
Nothing was going to be under the bed.
'Just in case,' she thought to herself as she peered underneath it.
Amy let out a sigh of relief when nothing was to be found except for her favorite eagle feathered quill which she placed on her dresser.
The thing that Amy hated more than anything in the whole world was being trapped in a silent room with her thoughts running wild. Back at Hogwarts Amy was known for her crazy, active imagination. It came in handy every once and a while. When James had a crush on her, for instance; she had convinced him that she was mentally insane and suicidal.
Now her imagination was just scaring her.
Amy finished her cup of coffee while reading, well reading without taking anything it, and tried to fall asleep. She kept hearing noises throughout the house and she could have sworn that Nemo, her pet gold fish who lived in a tank in her room, was talking to her.
She heard the creaking of floor boards and footsteps in the hall.
'Just my imagination," she thought.
How wrong she was.
Amy could have sworn she saw something move in the shadows of her room.
'I am going crazy," she thought.
Then, as if to confirm her suspicions, a woman's voice popped into her head.
"Get out of bed, I have work for you," it said distantly.
For some reason Amy obeyed. She got up and got dressed.
"That's a good girl."
Amy found herself smiling.
"You know where the Halker family lives, correct?"
Amy nodded.
"Excellent. I think it is time to pay them a visit."
If Amy hadn't been so tired, or eager to prove herself, she might have noticed a woman clothed in a black cape standing in the corner of her room. She would have seen the woman with her eyes shut in concentration quietly whispering.
But Amy had not noticed this woman.
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It was a lovely morning, the freshly fallen snow was glistening in the sun light and a few muggle families could be seen laughing and playing in the snow together if you looked through the Potter's kitchen window.
Lily and James had just sat down for breakfast after a good night sleep. Lily was sitting at the table with her hair up in a messy pony tail and was wearing her loose fitting pajamas. James was sitting opposite of Lily with his hair sticking up, if possible, even more than usual.
They were talking about their plans for the day when the post arrived. It was the usual: Daily Prophet and James' Quidditch Supplies Catalogue.
James grabbed this catalogue as Lily reached out to pay the owl for the Daily Prophet. He had reached page three of the newest Quidditch robe styles when he heard Lily's fork fall to the ground. He looked up and saw that she had her hand over her mouth and a shocked expression on her face.
"What happened?" he inquired.
Lily said nothing, but handed him the paper instead.
On the front page was a picture of Lily's best friend Amy, behind bars looking fairly angry and depressed.
'Amy Stephens, age 18, was arrested last night for murdering the two children of Brittany and Matt Halker. Eyewitness, Brittany Halker, claims that Amy rang their doorbell in Little Winging at around eleven at night demanding to be let in.
"She came in talking about revenge and black mail, it wasn't clear
what she was saying, she didn't look in the right frame of mind. I
wasn't quite sure what she wanted, although Matt did seem to
understand. He kept saying 'No, I won't do it,' and after a while, Amy
just went crazy and started blowing things up. Little Caitlin just
came running down the stairs to see what was happening and...and...and...Amy
just blew her up too! Mark came down as well and Matt tried to stop
Amy...from...from...from doing it again, but... but... but... nothing ...nothing...
nothing... nothing would stop her!"
Amy is pleading not guilty, saying that she didn't remember anything about that night, and she was never near the Halker's place. Ministry officials are currently investigating the scene and looking for any further evidence....'
James threw down the paper and let out a low whistle. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, this happens. Sure, he had expected something horrid to happen soon as the enemy had been lying low for a while now, but never had he expected anything along these lines. It just couldn't be true. Why would anyone one from the Order, especially Amy, do something like this?
"She is innocent," Lily said confidently.
"Well obviously, but how is everyone else going to see it?" said James burring his head in his hands.
Lily shook her head. "I don't know James, I just don't know."
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"Well done, Kate, especially for a first timer," her master said throwing down a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Thank you my lord."
"You will be fitting in rather well here I think."
Kate nodded as she took off her black cloak and sat down in the chair across from her master and his sidekick, Peter. Her light brown hair was coming out of her messy bun and her shoes were still wet from being in the snow last night.
"You have succeeded in doing two things for me. One, you have gotten rid of one of the smartest witches in Britain, and two, you taught the whole wizarding world a very important lesson: No one says no to Lord Voldemort."
A/N- Well that was fun to write...Many characters in this chapter were based off of people that I know. I updated quickly! Yeah! And the chapter was still pretty decent in length too!
It was dark when Amy returned home from her parent's house. It was rather chilly outside and, according to the Evening Prophet, it was supposed to get even worse. She stepped into the foyer of her house relieved to be back at home. As she walked into her kitchen, a chill ran up her spine. Amy whirled around expecting someone to be standing behind her.
No one was there.
Amy made herself a cup of coffee she kept her ears open for any odd noises and her wand close by her side. She moved out of the kitchen and stared down the long hall leading to her bedroom. Amy put down her coffee mug on the table and ran down the hall to the light switch which filled the hall with light. She went back into the kitchen, grabbed her coffee, and headed to bed.
She curled up amongst her covers with a book in her hands. Once again the chill ran up her spine. Amy put her coffee on her bedside table with a shaking hand. She sat motionless for a few minutes before suddenly jumping off of her bed and crouching on the floor. She picked up her bed skirt with her wand in her hand.
She was being stupid.
Nothing was going to be under the bed.
'Just in case,' she thought to herself as she peered underneath it.
Amy let out a sigh of relief when nothing was to be found except for her favorite eagle feathered quill which she placed on her dresser.
The thing that Amy hated more than anything in the whole world was being trapped in a silent room with her thoughts running wild. Back at Hogwarts Amy was known for her crazy, active imagination. It came in handy every once and a while. When James had a crush on her, for instance; she had convinced him that she was mentally insane and suicidal.
Now her imagination was just scaring her.
Amy finished her cup of coffee while reading, well reading without taking anything it, and tried to fall asleep. She kept hearing noises throughout the house and she could have sworn that Nemo, her pet gold fish who lived in a tank in her room, was talking to her.
She heard the creaking of floor boards and footsteps in the hall.
'Just my imagination," she thought.
How wrong she was.
Amy could have sworn she saw something move in the shadows of her room.
'I am going crazy," she thought.
Then, as if to confirm her suspicions, a woman's voice popped into her head.
"Get out of bed, I have work for you," it said distantly.
For some reason Amy obeyed. She got up and got dressed.
"That's a good girl."
Amy found herself smiling.
"You know where the Halker family lives, correct?"
Amy nodded.
"Excellent. I think it is time to pay them a visit."
If Amy hadn't been so tired, or eager to prove herself, she might have noticed a woman clothed in a black cape standing in the corner of her room. She would have seen the woman with her eyes shut in concentration quietly whispering.
But Amy had not noticed this woman.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
It was a lovely morning, the freshly fallen snow was glistening in the sun light and a few muggle families could be seen laughing and playing in the snow together if you looked through the Potter's kitchen window.
Lily and James had just sat down for breakfast after a good night sleep. Lily was sitting at the table with her hair up in a messy pony tail and was wearing her loose fitting pajamas. James was sitting opposite of Lily with his hair sticking up, if possible, even more than usual.
They were talking about their plans for the day when the post arrived. It was the usual: Daily Prophet and James' Quidditch Supplies Catalogue.
James grabbed this catalogue as Lily reached out to pay the owl for the Daily Prophet. He had reached page three of the newest Quidditch robe styles when he heard Lily's fork fall to the ground. He looked up and saw that she had her hand over her mouth and a shocked expression on her face.
"What happened?" he inquired.
Lily said nothing, but handed him the paper instead.
On the front page was a picture of Lily's best friend Amy, behind bars looking fairly angry and depressed.
'Amy Stephens, age 18, was arrested last night for murdering the two children of Brittany and Matt Halker. Eyewitness, Brittany Halker, claims that Amy rang their doorbell in Little Winging at around eleven at night demanding to be let in.
"She came in talking about revenge and black mail, it wasn't clear
what she was saying, she didn't look in the right frame of mind. I
wasn't quite sure what she wanted, although Matt did seem to
understand. He kept saying 'No, I won't do it,' and after a while, Amy
just went crazy and started blowing things up. Little Caitlin just
came running down the stairs to see what was happening and...and...and...Amy
just blew her up too! Mark came down as well and Matt tried to stop
Amy...from...from...from doing it again, but... but... but... nothing ...nothing...
nothing... nothing would stop her!"
Amy is pleading not guilty, saying that she didn't remember anything about that night, and she was never near the Halker's place. Ministry officials are currently investigating the scene and looking for any further evidence....'
James threw down the paper and let out a low whistle. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, this happens. Sure, he had expected something horrid to happen soon as the enemy had been lying low for a while now, but never had he expected anything along these lines. It just couldn't be true. Why would anyone one from the Order, especially Amy, do something like this?
"She is innocent," Lily said confidently.
"Well obviously, but how is everyone else going to see it?" said James burring his head in his hands.
Lily shook her head. "I don't know James, I just don't know."
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"Well done, Kate, especially for a first timer," her master said throwing down a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Thank you my lord."
"You will be fitting in rather well here I think."
Kate nodded as she took off her black cloak and sat down in the chair across from her master and his sidekick, Peter. Her light brown hair was coming out of her messy bun and her shoes were still wet from being in the snow last night.
"You have succeeded in doing two things for me. One, you have gotten rid of one of the smartest witches in Britain, and two, you taught the whole wizarding world a very important lesson: No one says no to Lord Voldemort."
A/N- Well that was fun to write...Many characters in this chapter were based off of people that I know. I updated quickly! Yeah! And the chapter was still pretty decent in length too!