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A/N: I use the XZXZ to show a time change ant the libes as a place change. just to let ye know
uploaded: Saterday, March 6, 2005.
Chapter 1: Cats, Lies, And a Lovely Bunch of Lemon Drops.
"Hurry up, Amelia," Amy shouted up the stairs to her daughter. Amy was tall woman. She had dark brown hair and drak brown, almsot black eyes. she usally wore Muggle clothes since they lived in a Muggle naighborhood in Oregon, USA. None of her naighbors found them weird since they used magic to a limtied use and Amelia went to a "Private" school. -wink wink- Amy must have been 30 or so but she couldn't get rid of her childish ways and sometimes would pick on Amelia like a little, gulible sister.
"Coming!" Amelia shouted back. She was getting ready to go on a summer camping trip with her friends. Amelia looked just like her mom but her eyes were grey.
There was one other major difference between these two. That was that Amelia had an American accent while Amy had an English accent. It was most likely becauseAmy was born and raised in England while Amelia was born in England but raised in America.
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Amy went into the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast for the both of them when she heard something clicking on her window. She turned around to see an owl tapping on her window with it's beak and a letter tied to it's leg.
Amy gawked at it for a second. It had been ages since she had gotten owl mail! She tried to get over to it but the dinning table was in the way. Amy curse under her breath then she looked back at the stairs to see if herAmelia was coming down. Seeing that the coast was clear she jumped onto the table and over it to the window. She opened the window and held her arm out for the bird to perch on.
"Hey there buddy, what do you have for me?" She cooed to the owl. It fluffed it's feather's before holding out it's leg and allowing Amy to remove the letter.
Amy set the owl on the table after she got over it herselfand stared at the letter. She walked into the living room forgetting the bird on her dinning table.
Amelia, soon,trotted down the stairs and looked at her mom.
Amy was slowly opening the letter to take in the moment. Amelia shook her head and went into the kitchen.
She stopped dead in the kitchen doorway seeing the owl sitting on the table. She stared at it for a few moments before slowly walking away from it.
The owl cocked it's head to the side when it saw Amelia peeking around the wall to see if it had left yet.
"MOM! WHY IS THERE A OWL IN THE KITCHEN?" she yelled.
Amy put down the envolope annoyingly. "I DON'T KNOW!" Amy yelled back to her and began to look for any indication of who sent the letter.
"WHAT AM I SAPPOSE TO DO WITH IT?" Amy pleaded. "OR BETTER, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH IT?"
"MAKE FRIENDS WITH IT! I DON'T CARE!"
Amy un-folded the parchment in the envelop and read it
Amy,
I need you to get back here to England. Something has happened. Please leave as soon as you get this letter.
I've enclosed some floo powder in the envelop and meet me at the leaky cauldron with your belongings.
Sincerely,
Lupin
Amy looked up from the letter and looked at the wall she sat across from.
What has happened that needs me to go back to England? She thought. She decidedto dwell on this thought.
Amelia slid into the kitchen. She glared at the owl and bearly turned her back to it when she was gettinga piece of bread to toast. She rarly kept her eye off of it when she was toasting her bread. The owl simply ruffled it's feathers and fell asleep.
Amelia went to go sit at the table, ignoring the bird. But when she sat on a chair the owl hooted loudly and gave an evil look that would make anyone obey. It was so evil that if Neville could imatate it exactly it would make Voldamort run away into madness. Well it wasn't THAT harsh but you get the idea.
Amelia slid down to the floor and sat cross legged, trembling, and taking pieces of her toast and slowly put it in her mouth.
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Amy leaned against the kitchen doorway and looked at Amelia who had her arms leaning on the table and standing on her knees to see eye to eye with the owl. She was munching on a piece of toast while having a staring contest with the owl.
"What, may I ask, are you doing?" Amy asked her.
"It won't let me sit down at the table. Every time I try to it gives me an accusing look. So we agreed to have a staring contest and whoever wins gets to stay at the table," Amelia replied in a hypnotized voice.
"Against an owl?" Amy said in disbelief. Her daughter nodded and continued to stare and munch. "Well I just came in here to say, you can't go to the camping trip," Amy said and went to the fridge to search for something quick for breakfast.
"WHAT?" Amelia snapped from the staring contest. "But, we're leaving today! You choose the last minute to tell me I can't go!"
Amy pulled her head out of the fridge, "Yes. Something has come up and we have to go to England. Now, pack some belongings and a lot of clothes, we'll be there for a while,"
Amelia stopped arguing right then and there. "Well that changes everything!"
"Knew you would agree with me. Will you leave already?" Amy looked at the owl. The owl hooted in offense and flew out the window.
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Amy waited by the fire place. She had put up her brown hair in a pony tail and wore muggle jeans and a muggle shirt with black tennis shoes.
Amelia soon came down with a cat carrier in her hand. Amy wore jeans as well and a muggle university sweat shirt. She smiled at her mother, butthen frowned.
"How, exactly, are we going to transport all our luggage?" Amelia asked.
Amy walked over to Amelia and knocked on her head. "Hello? Is anyone home? We send the luggage first then we go. Gosh," Amy shook her head while Amelia looked at her mother as if she was the most craziest thing since sliced bread.
Meanwhile at the Leaky Cauldron...
"Where could they be?" Lupin asked no one in particular as he paced the floors.
"Now Remus, if you pace any longer you're going to run the floors through," Dumbledore calmly said sitting at one of the nearest tables.
"Sorry, Professor," Lupin apologize. He turned around to face the fireplace just in time to see emerald green flames appear and Amy's head.
"Hello, Remus. Good afternoon Professor," the head greeted.
Dumbledore waved in reply. Lupin kneeled down to see eye to eye with Amy's head.
"How much luggage are you bringing with you?" he asked.
Amy blinked "Does it matter? You said pack your belongings,"
"Yes, yes, but I want an idea so we can carry it up to your room,"
"Oooohhh, in that case, not much," she assured him sweetly and with that left.
"Good...," lupin said to the now empty fire place but then he remembered that Amy was very frivolous when it came to belongings and not much could be heavy. Before he could voice his concern a trunk hit him square in the face.
"Are you okay Remus?" Dumbledore asked Lupin (who was flat on his back, mind you.)
"Yes, I'm fine," he started to get up but didn't get far as another trunk hit him.
"Are you still okay?" Dumbledore asked again getting into a tin of lemon drops. "Would you care for a lemon drop?"
But before Remus could respond the cat carrier appeared out of the fireplace and conveniently opened up in mid air. Dumbledore watched with mixture of shock and horror (and amusement) as a furry black cat (with white paws) flew out of the cage, it's claws flying. Remus moved his hands to cover his face with a terrified look, knowing this was going to be painful. The cat eventually made contact with his face and in a roar of confusion, the cat started scratching at anything on his face it could get it's paws on.
Dumbledore watched the spectacle, hypnotized, popping lemon drop after lemon drop into his mouth. Obviously not making a move to help his fallen friend.
Amelia and Amy soon came through the fireplace. By then, though, the damage had been down. Remus laid on the floor, his face practically in tatters, and in pain.
"Did something happen?" Amy asked. Amelia ran over to pick up the cat she called Charlotte.
Amelia kicked Remus gently. "Dude, is he dead?" Amelia asked stepping away from the motionless body.
"No, he isn't dead... Dude. I like that word," Dumbledore admitted with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
Amy leaned over to Amelia, "He's in his own little world now. Best not disturb him," Amelia nodded in agreement with her mom.
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After many hours Lupin finally rose from his coma like state. At this time many lemon drops were shared between the three humans and the cat. But you don't care about that.
"Well, shall we get to business?" Lupin said as he sat up and rubbed his head.
"Yes, a grand idea, Lupin, my homie," Dumbledore smiled brightly.
"What?" Lupin looked at the Professor weirdly.
"Oh, Amelia has been quite gracious and been teaching some words that kids these days use," he explained simply. "You have to keep up with the times you know."
"Oh. Well speaking of Amelia, why don't we get her sorted into her house, hm?"
"Yes, I think we shall," Dumbledore got out of his chair and picked up an old black witch hat. He placed it on Amelia's head.
"Hmmmm, sorting time already?" the sorting hat questioned.
"Not yet, only for young Amelia," Dumbledore told the old ragged hat and patted Amelia on the back kinda hard for Amelia then found herself on the floor.
"A Chantilly? I see that both of your parents were in Gryffindor. Well there's only one place to put you then, huh? Gryffindor!" the hat decided.
"Another Gryffindor in the family, I feel proud," Amy smiled and pretended to wipe a tear from her eye.
"I thought my dad was a muggle and that's why you guys divorced," Amelia said very accusingly towards her her mom. Dumbledore and Lupin exchanged looks before looking at Amy. "What's going on Mother," Amelia glared at her mom as if she was a wrond doing child. Dumbledore and Lupin winced when Amelia had spoke Mother and how it came out like acid burning away at a person's concious.
"Why don't we call it a night. Tomorrow, Amelia, you and your mother will go and buy supplies for school. I must leave now. Nice seeing you again Amy and hope to see you at school Amelia," Dumbledoresaid after his attemptto change the subject after minutes of silence was a successs. He turned around and left for the exit.
"Goodnight Professor," Amy said.
"I'm heading off to bed. Sorry that my cat attack you," Amelia apologized to Remus.
"Quite alright. It wasn't your fault," Remus said delightfully but his expression changed when he saw Charlotte. He whispered lowly "Don't try anything, I know where you live,"
The cat's eyes flashed mysteriously and headed up stairs after Amelia.
After they were gone Remus turned to Amy who was twiddling her thumbs innocently.
"You didn't tell her who her father was did you?" he asked her.
"I'm waiting till his record is cleared before I tell her anything, Remus," she argued back.
"It's to late for that,"
"What do you mean? They have no proof he did anything!"
Remus got closer to Amy and held her face in his hands. "Amy, I hate to be the one to say this," he whispered "But he's dead."
