1Disclaimer: sorry for the way I paragraphed last time, this is my first Fan Fiction, also sorry Is taken me months to write this. I got really stuck on what year she was going to be in, for I have to make certain events happen the way they did in the book.
sigh -- harder than I thought. I have some more research to do to, and I share a computer with four other people. So once again, I'm Sorry.
Also, these characters do not belong to me with the exception of Amelia and A few other random characters. The original Harry Potter characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Don't kill me if its not exactly like the book.
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Last Time:Instead of hugging Brock, Marsha threw a bag or two into his arms, and started walking inside with Dagda and the potion supplies. Amelia could of sworn he glared at her as she trudged along behind her.
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"Ma, where did we put my potions materials?" Amelia poked her head out of her bedroom door, a brown package was torn open in her hands.
" They're inside the cauldron, Dear." And sure enough, when Amelia turned to her trunk, she could see the brown package on its side with the black cauldron encasing it.
"Thanks", she said, barley in a yell as she shuffled over to it. The floor was littered with brown wrapping and small boxes with the contents spilling everywhere. Amelia sat in the middle of it, carefully placing everything in the large mahogany trunk next to her.
"Potion ingredients go next to robes, so the bottle won't crack. Broom to the side, so the bristles won't get bent." She mumbled to herself as she packed, not knowing that around the country other kids were doing the same thing, maybe not so neat, maybe neater. But they would all see each other the next day, for the next day was September the First and they would all be on the train to Hogwarts.
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"Ma! Ma!" Amelia ran to her mother, looking around the train station. "Ma, where is the platform?" She was carrying Dagda's carrier in her hands, not wanting to leave her on the cart with the rest of the luggage. Marsha was whispering to Brock, who grunted and pointed to a group of boys standing around a brick wall. Amelia watched curiously as one of the red-haired boys started running, and she winced when she thought he had crashed into the bricks. When she looked again, she saw a small girl run into the wall, also disappearing.
"Excuse me." Amelia looked at her mother, who had waved to the people just as a Black haired boy had started pushing his cart.
"Is this any chance the way to get onto the platform?" Her mother seemed nervous, which slightly confused Amelia. But she got over it seeing her mother's relief when the black haired boy replied,
"Yes Ma'am. You just.." He was cut of by another red head, who seemed to quite nervous.
"Just run into the wall. Its bloody brilliant really... I mean.. Um.. Even Harry had trouble the first time... and. " she stopped, looking a bit blushed. Amelia just smiled at him, and looked at the bot named Harry.
"Thank you... " was all she said as she followed Brock and Marsha into the bricks, unable to stop the wince as she ran into it.
Harry blinked and turned to Ron. "Never seen her before have you?" Ron shrugged and got his cart ready, trying to ignore the yells from his mother saying that they would be late if they didn't hurry.
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"Oh, sorry. Your full.." Amelia said quietly as she retreated back into the hall. She had looked into every booth, except two. Every time she opened a door she found it full, or found people staring at her. Sighing she stared at the next door, looking ill as she reached for the handle.
When she opened it she saw five people staring back at her. There was a seat left, so in a quiet voice she asked the question she had used six times that hour.
"Is it ok if I sit here?" She said, looking back at the Red haired boy and the boy named Harry.
"Um..." Ron broke the silence, looking at Harry. "I think its okay, right Harry?"
"Yeah, sure.." Amelia smiled, putting her luggage over the seat and then climbing into it. She looked out of place, wearing the same long skirt and a dark green sweater.
As the rest of the people in the booth picked up their conversation, Amelia watched them. The Red head's name was Ron... and he seemed to be complaining about his rat, who was trying to eat his Every Flavored Beans. The boy Harry, seemed to be smiling, enjoying the company of his friends. The brown haired girl was named Hermione, and wasn't talking that much, probably trying to think of something. There was also a boy named Neville, who seemed to be very worried about something or another. And a girl named Luna, who had her face stuck into The Quibbler.
"He's starting to get too fat, don't you think Harry? Not the rat he used to be, for sure." He looked around at them, as thought they should say something. Amelia stared at him, trying not to smile at the distraught face he was making.
"Anything off the trolley?" Came a old woman's voice as she pushed a cart full of sweets to them. Amelia smiled and handed the lady a couple of galleons and then taking the purchased sweets. Once again she watched as Harry piled the seat with his food and started a new conversation about a class in school.
" There has to be another teacher right? A mean, Mad eye isn't going to actually teach this time, is he?" Said Harry.
"Well, of course we're going to have another Defense against the Dark arts teacher, Harry. They can't very well stick us with a free period while... This is happening can they. And think of how awful O.W.L.S will be!" The rest of them nodded in approval at Hermione's words, except Amelia.
"Why is there going to be another teacher, was the last one not good enough?" in unison they all looked at her, confused by her question.
"Didn't you know that Mad Eye Mooney was an imposter?" Said Ron crudely. Amelia stared at him with a look of utter confusion.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know who this Mad Eye Mooney is..." Hermione sighed, staring between Ron and her.
"Ron, she must be a first year. Because everyone in the school knows who the teachers are, especially the teachers who teach required classes." Amelia smiled, shaking her head sideways.
"Sorry, but I'm not technically a first year." A long period of silence, until they heard a sliding over the door and a sleazy voice.
"Well, isn't it Potter and his... " Malfoy stood in the door, surrounded by two large looking henchmen. Surprise caught his face as he spotted Amelia, who sighed in frustration.
"Amelia..." A large grin slapped onto his face. "Why are you hanging out with these people, you have to be carful with what filth you talk to." He shot a glare at Harry, who looked surprised and confused all in one, a very hard thing to do.
"Go away Malfoy, I'd say you were the filth." She shot back before he turned his head back to face her. The smile was gone, replaced by anger. " I'll warn you not to cross me you wench or I'll."
"Do what Malfoy? Hit me with a weak charm and run away?" The two henchmen seemed to recognize the treat, and stepped forward.
"Furnunculus!" said Hermione, and Crabb and Goyle were sprouting boils in seconds. Amelia smiled and nodded her head to her, repeating the spell.
"Furnunculus!" Malfoy then boiled, making a girly whimper before Amelia closed the door. Harry and Ron looked at her confused, and Amelia sighed, once again, in frustration.