A Second Chance
Chapter 26 – Amy.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything.
TIMELINE: AU. Set ten years before (Around 1988) "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone", during and after Harry Potter book 5, "Order of the Phoenix"(2003). During and after BTVS season 7, "Chosen". Pretend HP book one happened in 1999 during Buffy season three )
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. After James and Lily reappears, seemingly alive and well, mysterious things start to happen. New allies are made, prophecies revealed...and people keep rising from the dead. What's going on? And what has Voldemort got to do with it? Are the Scoobies and the Potter's second chance at life enough to stop the Dark Lord from spreading darkness across the country? Or is the world in need of more miracles?
PAIRINGS: Too many to count.
Thanks to my beta: Charmed Chick
Sirius Black was sittingby himself at Grimmauld Place. James had gone back to work that morning - he had joined the Aurors once again, and things were really quiet. The house felt almost as moody, silent and dead as it had been last summer. Sirius sighed. What did he want to do now? He could do whatever he wanted, after all, his name had been cleared. He'd been an Auror before, but really didn't fancy working for the corrupted Ministry with their stuck up Minister of Magic. He snorted. Fudge. Blerk.
After the events at the Department of Mysteries, before the summer vacation, Fudge could no longer ignore the rise of Voldemort, and therefore put up wanted posters of him (like anyone would manage to capture him anyway), and some of his Death-Eaters (Lucius Malfoy was still not accused of any crime). That was pretty much everything.
They wrote in the Daily Prophet about the killings, and what Voldemort was up to, oh, yes. But that was all. Despise all his promises in article after article, saying 'He, Fudge, would get to the bottom of this, and capture you-know-who and bring peace to the wizarding world.' Yeah, right. If Fudge came across Voldemort, he was more likely to pee his pants, and then run screaming. Not that he'd get very far. He sighed, and looked down at the morning paper once again.
"DEATH EATER STILL ON THE LOOSE!
Bellatrix Lestrange, you-know-who's most loyal follower, is still on the loose. Even though she has been sighted numerous times, no Auror has managed to catch her. Bellatrix Lestrange is believed to..."
Knock, Knock.
Sirius looked up. What now? There weren't supposed to be any visitors or any Order members today?
He went out in the Hall. It knocked again, louder this time.
Sirius took a hard grip on his wand, before opening, and raising his wand, ready to 'stupefy' the person behind the door if needed.
"STU - "
" - Umm, hi." A girl...no, woman said with an unsure smile. "This is Number 12, Grimmauld place, isn't it?"
Sirius could only nod stupidly.
"Great! So...can I come in? Before we draw attention to ourselves? Not that it matters, we're under the Fidelius charm, and all, but..." the woman kept babbling, and Sirius could only stare.
"W-who are you?" He choked out. The woman blinked, and looked started for a moment.
"I didn't introduce myself? I'm so sorry - I'm Amy. Amy Dumbledore. Well, actually it's 'Amelia', but it sounds so old, so I call myself Amy." She reached out her hand for Sirius to take.
Sirius blinked. Huh?
"Hello?" The woman asked, now sounding a bit unsure. Then she shrugged, and let her hand fall down. "Fine. Be impolite." Sirius woke up from his trance.
"What? Oh, sorry. Sirius, Sirius Bl..."
"...Black, I know. Old grandpa told me you'd be here. And I recognize you from all these 'wanted' posters from a few years back. So...are we just going to stand here all day, or are you going to let me in?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, sure," Sirius said, a little confused, and let the door swing open, just enough to let her in.
"Thanks!" The girl stepped inside, and took a look around.
"Wow. You live here? It's so big...and dirty." She peeked around the corner. "Really dirty."
Sirius found he could barely utter a word. Her name had been a shock- Dumbledore. Not that he should be surprised. Dumbledore was really old, after all. He must have produced a family during some time, right? Sirius then shuddered. He didn't want to think about his...mentor...going at it. Even if he would have been young at the time.
"Hey."
Sirius almost jumped, and turned around, and found Amy standing behind him, smirking slightly, arms crossed over her chest. "Grandpa didn't tell you I was coming, did he? Oh, well, he's weird in that way. Always forgets stuff. Maybe he did it on purpose. Huh. So, you like, live here all alone? Except during Order meetings and stuff? Don't you get lonely?" Amy wondered.
"Uh..."
"Wait, don't answer! Of course you do. Anyway, now I'm here to keep you company. You don't mind, do you?" She looked at him concerned.
"N-no..." Sirius stammered. Was this woman...mad?
"Great!" She then smiled a little, and crooked her head to look at him."You're not a big talker, are you?" She said.
"Uhh..."
"Oh, it's fine. You don't have to answer. I can talk for two, you know. My mother always said I talk too much, and that I'd scare all the men away, and...oh." Her smile fell. "That's what I'm doing, aren't I? Scaring you? Sorry."
"What?"Sirius asked, startled."Oh, no. It's fine, sorry. I was just surprised, that's all. I didn't expect anyone here today..."
"Oh, maybe I should have flooed in or something first. So, what do you do around here? Cook? Please don't let it be that one. Read? Clean? I can help you clean if you'd like. I'm a master at the 'Scourgify'-spell, and this place looks like it needs a make over."
"Uhh...sure."
"Great!" Amy smiled. "Just one question - do you have any guest rooms or anything? Where I can unpack?"
Sirius pointed soundlessly with his finger upwards.
"Thanks!" Amy bounced up the stairs happily, and Sirius stared after her. He had a feeling he wouldn't be complaining about Grimmauld place being too quiet anymore...
Harry yawned. He, Ron, Hermione, Dawn, Neville and Ginny had been up late last night, just talking, and he was now playing the price.
He slowly dozed off, as Professor Flitwick said something about a charm called 'Avis' - Harry thought he'd heard about it before, but he wasn't sure.
Suddenly, he was woken up by someone poking him in the side, and he jerked awake.
"Huh? What? Yes?" He said, disoriented, and some of the students laughed.
"I asked if you could demonstrate the 'Avis' charm for me, Mr. Potter."
Dawn, who'd been the one poking him, groaned, and shook her head.
"Huh? Oh, yes, sure." Harry lifted his wand, and tried to recollect his thoughts. What was it he was going to do again?
"Lift the wand and say 'avis'," Hermione hissed from the corner of her mouth.
Harry took a deep breath.
"Ahviss!"
The tip of his wand exploded, and let out a steam of smoke. Hermione hit herself in the forehead.
"No, no, Mr. Potter, that's not how you do it! Have you not been listening?"
'No,' Harry thought.
"Yes."
"Then you should know that you say 'Avis' loud and clear, no 'h' before the 'a', and no hissing sound at the end. I want you to hand in a report at our next lesson on the 'Avis' charm. What it does, how you pronounce it, and why it could be good. I also want a full demonstration on how you perform the charm."
"Yes, Professor..."
After class, Harry walked up to Hermione.
"Help me out, 'Mione. What does the 'Avis' charm do?"
Hermione sighed.
"You know, Harry, it really wouldn't hurt if you did your own homework for once."
"I know, I know. I'm just really tired, and that's not really my fault!"
Hermione gave him a look that clearly said 'then-who's-fault-is-it?'.
"I'm not going to help you," she said. "I can show you where to find your facts, but you have to look it up on your own. We're in our sixth year. We only have this, and one more year left. You and Ron really need to learn how to look up things on your own. We may not be able to see each other once school is finished, and I doubt you'll find a living lexicon somewhere else."
"Thanks, 'Mione. You're the best," Harry grinned, hugging his best friend gratefully.
"I know," Hermione sniffed. "And do try to keep yourself awake during your mum's class. I don't think she, or Professor Lupin would find it amusing if they found you snoring."
"Hey, Harry won't have a problem with that, will he?" Ron said. "I mean, DADA is fun!"
"And charms isn't?" Hermione countered.
"Well, yeah...but not as fun."
Hermione just shook her head.
"Why do I put up with you two?"
"You love us!" Harry and Ron chorused, and Dawn and Hermione rolled their eyes.
"Alright everybody!" Lily said. "Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson for the term."
Remus smiled.
"This year, we're going to focus on more offensive spells, as well as the defensive ones. After last year, you need everything but theory."
Some cheers at this.
"During your third year, you all had Dementors on the grounds. Now, there is a spell to protect yourselves from them. Does anyone know what it's called?"
The members of Dumbledore's army smirked, and all raised their hands.
"Yes, Mr. Thomas."
"The Patronus spell, sir."
"Excellent. Five points for Gryffindor. Can anyone tell me what it does? Miss Patil."
"The Patronus is a silvery phantom shape, and takes the form of an animal, which drives away the Dementors. A Patronus is the embodiment of the positive thoughts from the caster."
"Excellent." Lily smiled, and Pavarti beamed. "Another five points. Now, can anyone tell me why the Patronus is such of a hard spell to master, and why several wizards and witches never accomplish it? Mr. Longbottom?"
The students gasped. Neville never volunteered for a question.
"The Patronus is conjured and made by happy memories, and since the Dementors drains their victims of all their happy memories, it is very difficult, and you need to have a great deal of strength and determination to pull it off."
The students gawped. That must have been the longest sentence Neville had ever said in class.
Lily smiled.
"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor." Neville flushed, but couldn't help but look proud.
"Now, I want you to practice this spell, the incantation is 'Expecto Patronum', say it after me. 'Expecto Patronum.'"
"Expecto Patronum," the class chorused.
"Very good. Try to think of a happy memory, and then give it a go. The spell is, of course, harder to master when in front of a real Dementor, but I don't think any of us want one of them in our classroom, do we?" Lily smiled.
"Now, I believe we already have some in this class who can do it. Can I have a demonstration?" Remus smiled, and every member from the DA turned to look at Harry.
"Come on!" Ron hissed. "Yours is the best, by far!"
Harry flushed bright red, but raised his hand nonetheless.
"Great! Ha...ehrm...Mr. Potter, step up here, please." Lily said. It felt weird saying Mr. Potter instead of Harry, but she knew she couldn't, because that may be seen as favoritism. Harry stepped up to his mother, and cleared his throat and lifted his wand.
"Expecto Patronum!" He said loud and clear, and a huge, bright and silver stag galloped out of the tip of his wand, and took some turns around the classroom, and the students 'ooh-ed' and ahh'-ed.
"Excellent! Five points to Gryffindor!"
Sirius and Amy sat by the kitchen table, sipping their tea. Or Amy sipped, and Sirius was watching Amy.
Amy looked up from the 'Daily Prophet' she was reading.
"Did you want something?"
Sirius blinked. "Huh? Oh, yeah...well, I was just thinking...how old are you? I don't recall any 'Dumbledore's attending to Hogwarts while I was there?"
Amy laughed.
"You know it's impolite to ask a woman about her age?"
Sirius flushed.
"No, it's okay. I'm thirty-four."
Sirius blinked. She didn't look a day over thirty.
"So you should have entered when I was in third year?"
"Mhm. But I didn't go to Hogwarts, I went to Beauxbatons. Wanted to study abroad, and my mother comes from France."
"Oh." Sirius paused as he took this in, before he continued. "How are you related to Dumbledore?"
"I'm his granddaughter. Or great-great-granddaughter, actually. His son is my great grandfather, and my father was my grandfather's son."
"Was?"
Amy's face fell. "He died. During the first rise of Voldemort."
"Oh. I'm sorry..."
"It's okay. Hardly remember him. I was six when he died, I think," Amy said, although she looked down as she said it, which made Sirius think that that wasn't the entire truth.
It was again silent, and Sirius studied Amy for a moment. Her blonde hair hung in soft lines front of her face as she was reading, and her blue eyes had been sparkling, very much like Dumbledore's when she'd arrived, making him feel lost as she was talking, and talking. Now however, she seemed to be the one lost, and Sirius had a feeling she'd seen and been through more than she said.
She finally looked up from the newspaper, and threw it aside.
"Nothing interesting. Bloody Fudge." Her eyes was again sparkling warmth, and Sirius smiled.
"So, how was Beauxbatons? Any good looking Frenchmen?"
Amy laughed.
A/N: Tell me what you think! How do you like my OC-character? (Amy) Below follows a little bio on her! Please REVIEW!
Biography for Amelia "Amy" Dumbledore:
Name: Amelia "Amy" Dumbledore.
Age: 34.
School: Beauxbatons, France.
Parents: Mother, Alyssa Bénichou Dumbledore. Father, Alderton Dumbledore (deceased).
Appearance: Blonde, straight hair, blue eyes that sparkles at times.
Languages: English, French, some Latin.
Wand: Rosewood/walnut, 10 ½ inches, single hair of a Unicorn.
Career: Healer, used to be an Auror.
Strenghts: Good at the 'Scourgify'-spell, an excellent dueler, and really good at potions.
Weaknesses: When mad, she has a tendency to be all for the 'act first, think later'. Crappy at cooking.
Motto/quote: Vita brevis (life is short). "There is no such thing as destiny. We make our own." (Possibly the reason for a crappy mark in Divination?)
Personality: Amy is a straight-forward person, with strong believes in what's right and wrong. She likes to talk a lot, and needs to have something to do at all times. She's mostly positive, and very lively. Amy can fall into silence at times, though, when she's thinking. It could be on a problem, memories, dreams...she was very close to her father before he died, (murdered in front of her eyes), and therefore doesn't like to talk about him. Amy is not easily 'pissed-off,' altough when she's mad, she really is mad, and you do best not to be the reason for it.
NEXT CHAPTER: More of Amy. Demonology with Anya. Muggle-studies with Xander. Tara finally speaks with Willow. Again, REVIEW!
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