Family problems, New Love and New life

Disclaimer; I own none of the fabulous Harry Potter characters, nor do I own any of the Buffy/Angel characters, storylines or ideas that I have BORROWED from both these fabulous and amazing people, J.K Rowling, and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I only own the plot and a few minor characters.

A big huge thanks to my beta guy GusMan! Thanks gussygoose, you made it easy to write. And to all those that read this story, I hope you enjoy it!

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And now, on with the Chapter 3!

"Yeah. Demon. Sorry, it was dripping slime. I think its horn had been ripped off. I'm glad though, Kungai's are nasty enough without the damned horn."

"You fought a Kungai demon?"

"Yes…"

"And lived to tell the tale!"

"Yes."

"Are you insane? Do you have a death wish?" Snape nearly yelled.

Amelia looked a tad upset at first. "I've been on my own in Australia, for 6 months. During that time I've done more than slay a Kungai demon." She said, regaining her confidence.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.

"I was in an orphanage that didn't care where you were or what you did as long as you signed out where you were going. I basically only went there to eat, sleep and bathe. During the day I was at school. After school I went to the library and did all my work and study. Dropped my school bag off at the centre, grabbed anther bag and headed out till bout 2ish in the morning. My nights were spent hanging around in dark alley ways and graveyards. Oh, and the occasional demon bar. And I had a lot of fun. Quite a few of the demons are err… human-friendly."

"Human friendly?" Braydon asked.

"Won't eat or attack humans at all. Like Merl. If you ever needed information on the latest demon biz, all you had to do was ask Merl. And if Merl didn't know, then Spike did."

"Who's Spike?" Narcissa asked; everyone else just as interested.

"Demon. But very good looking, no horns or slime. Human appearance, well, most of the time. Umm. Think Draco, only older, about 10-12 years older, bright blue eyes, always sparkling with mischief, really great cheekbones, got a sort of shallowish look to them, scar through one eyebrow, wears black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots and a black leather duster 24-7, and you've got an idea. Oh, and he's British, so half the things he says I never used to understand, but he was always good if you needed info on the past 120 something years."

"120 years! Wow!" Gregory said.

Severus had been unusually quiet until then. "Is he dangerous?"

"Umm. Well…no. Not anymore. He used to be. But he isn't anymore."
"So you risked your life on a nightly basis so you could have some fun!" he snapped.

Amelia bristled. "No. I didn't."

"Because that's what it bloody well sounds like!" he hissed.

She jumped up so fast her chair went flying. "No. That is NOT it! You want to know why? Because I could. Because it felt good. Because it hurt, and because it hurt it stopped me from hacking up my arms and wrists! Because my family was dead, so were my friends and their families and friends of my family too! I came home one night to find a skull with a snake in it hovering over my house, and it was the same with all their houses. If you expect me to just listen to you, and trust you, JUST because you say so, you've got another thing coming." She said before she stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving a very shell-shocked table behind her.

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Harry, Hermione, Ron and the rest of their table watched her storm out.

"Wow. And we didn't believe it when Dumbledore said Snape was her uncle." Ron said. "She's got the same short fuse."

Hermione frowned at Ron. "Really Ron, you heard her just now. Wouldn't you be like that if you'd come home to find the dark mark floating over your house?"

"'Mione's right Ron. But, did you guys hear what she said about the killing curse? 'The other person who survived the killing curse.' She survived it too! But how is that possible?"

"Why don't you ask Professor Dumbledore Harry? After all, he should know about it." Bill said from across the table.

Harry nodded his head. Yes, Dumbledore would know.

"Or you could just ask Amelia herself." Ginny said.

"Yeah right Gin, and risk getting he head ripped off? I don't think so." Ron snorted.

Ginny glared at Ron. "And what do you think she'll do if she finds out Harry's been talking to Dumbledore about her behind her back?"
Ron thought about it for a second then spoke. "Ginny's right. Skip Dumbledore. Either talk to Amelia herself or forget about it."

Everyone laughed at Ron.

"Hey! It wasn't that funny!" He said indignantly.

"Maybe mate. Maybe." Harry said, pushing away from the table.

"Oi! Harry mate, where are you going?" asked Fred.

"Don't worry bout it Fred." Harry said (HA it rhymes. I am soo pathetic. LOL) "I'll see you guys later."

Harry walked out of the hall, trying to decide where to start looking for Amelia. He didn't have to look far.

"Can I help you?"

Harry looked to see who had spoken, and saw Amelia sitting on some nearby steps.

"Actually, I was looking for you. I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"Amelia-James O'Conner. How can I help you Harry? An' call me what you want. Have a seat." She patted the slab of stone staircase next to her.

"Actually, could we walk?"

Amelia frowned, and then shrugged. It didn't matter either way. "Sure. Why not."

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Next up, Amelia's story! And we meet a special someone! A big praise section to the one who can guess who it is!