AN- this chapter has some pecuilar things that explain much about Amelia's questions, she does have alot but they will all unfold in the end.
Chapter 5
Jan 25
Dear Diary,
It's lunch, and I am much overjoyed. William has promoted me to Seeker! After my performance yesterday he thought it was best I was the seeker. Bethany took it hard though; she said it was just beginners luck. I have another thought, I am on the ball and she is being laggard. She doesn't try as hard as she used to. I mean I think I'll be good at it.
You know… I wonder why I'm so different…you know from every other witch or wizard. None of them had had their parents killed by he-who-must-not-be-named. I read an old article a few days ago, they described him, as power hungry, it said he only killed the people who got IN HIS WAY, how was my mother in his way? I'm going to consult this with Dad. I'm overflowing with a hot emotion, guilt and confusion I guess you could put it. My mom, I can remember her as soft and calm, I was a small baby at the time yet all I can remember of Mom is that she was a nice person. What would she have to do with He-who-must-not-be-named?
I feel awful like my Dad is actually keeping secrets and that MY parents could have been terrible people. He never told me some facts about my Mom. Like…. like What HER JOB WAS! OH MY GOSH! Why is he keeping secrets? I must talk to father after school when I visit hogsmead. The bell hasn't rung but I must eat a lot more than I have been. I will be sorry later if I don't and I don't feel like writing either….
Amelia.
Dear Diary,
I'm back from hogsmead. I think I found the answer to some of my questions. I went to see the blind man he was sitting on the curve playing a happy little tune. When I approached I was in a sour mood. "Hello Miss, back again?" "How did you know it was me?" I asked, he is very odd. "I heard you, your foot steps tell me many things, you know." I wasn't feeling so polite, so I plopped down next to him rather than sit; I hurt my bottom doing that. IT'S not funny! Anyway, I then said, "OH yeah like what." "Your in a bad mood, you have a burning curiosity, someone is hiding something and you want to know who I Am." I was bewildered. "My Foot steps told you that?" "I have a small gift you could say." "How do you determine?" "Your bad mood makes you walk harder than a happy person, your curiosity makes you walk without making to much noise, and the fact some thing hasn't been said makes you walk faster." I wasn't so surprised, it sounded reasonable. "Well since you would like to know who I am…" he continued…"My name is Bill, I am blind as you can see, and I am not a magical wizard." "What!" I was about to stand and run because muggles shouldn't know about the magic world, but I stayed, something held me back. "No, my parents were though, when I went blind I came to hogsmead, I work in the music store and…" "But why do you have a wand…" "Calm down Miss I will explain…listen you ever lost someone?" "My Mother." "Well I lost both my parents at a young age. The ministry of magic allowed me to learn about magic because my parents were great Magical People. When I was born they pitied the fact I wasn't a wizard, but the accepted me anyway. They took me to olivanders to find me a wand…" "But!" "Hold on…They took me to Olivanders the day they died, they found a wand for me, this wand…" he held up his wand.
"I never knew, but my parents were so wanting for me to be a wizard. They used their power and money to make a spell that would bend the rules just for me. I learned that when I found their invisible lab that reappeared when they passed away. I found the spell and I took it to the ministry of magic. He asked the members and they agreed then He asked the greatest Wizard to perform the spell." It was a lot to take in…but I had a hunch about which wizard was the one. "Dumbledore" we said in unison. He stared at me. "He is too kind Bill." I said I felt odd like he was just like me… Different. "Yes, he did the spell, it worked…but left me blind. I haven't told anyone that, so consider yourself lucky." He said smiling at me. "Thanks. That does explain a lot, but I must be off my father is looking for me." He nodded then I left. I felt like they world didn't matter anything was possible with magic.
I'm think I need to get more magically active.
I met my father near Honeydukes; he hugged me when I found him. "Amelia, my sunflower, how are you?" he said. "Um…funny you ask that." "Why what's wrong?" when anything is wrong with me, he's all ears. Figures. "Well you see it's about mom…and I just wanted to know if she had anything to do with, you know… him."
"You want to know if she was involved." He said looking like I figured him out and it was gravely disappointing. He pulled me aside over to a privet part of Hogsmead; it was behind the bookstore. He sat me down on the gigantic root coming from the tree we were sitting around. "Amelia it won't be as hard for you to understand what it means as it might be for others. But your mother was somewhat involved with those terrible wizards." I didn't want to believe me ears, but I was acceptant. "She was involved, but it's not what you think, she wasn't part of them. It's just when your mother and he-who-now-must-not-be-named were kids they were best friends when they started to attend Hogwarts they were separated by houses, your mother was in Gyriffendor and He-who-must-not-be-named was deeply involved in Slytherin. When he started doing…Making wrong choices your mother decided it was best to stop seeing him, even as friends." "You mean Mom knew Voldemort." I didn't even want to think about it, it was more astonishing than Bill. "Dad I'm not sure I can really understand this, I mean I don't want to." "Amelia they were kids she didn't know the real evil Voldemort had. Look at Harry, he doesn't understand most of his past, and he doesn't have a Father to tell him everything. Amelia, I hid that from you but you being 13 and figuring some things out for yourself, I think it's time you understood what really happened, your mother was who Voldemort was after, he wanted to see her and when she was resistance to him, his evil took over."
I gathered an 'I hate you' look on my face. "Amelia you're my sunflower, I love you, you wanted to know, you thought about it and with the information you learn I'm not going to hold you back." "Why am I so different then?" I blurted out, with that, Dad snapped back he straightened himself up then spoke again. "Amelia I know exactly what your thinking, the drama, that's what has you. You think that because things weren't so easy in your life your going to be mad and rebellious, it doesn't have to if you don't want it to, you're a smart girl you can choose." Dang, he's a DAD and HE can READ my MIND like that what am I going to do?
I would go on but I have extra classes tomorrow.
Amelia….