"What?" says Harry, sitting up so as to frown at you better.
"If you could one thing about your Mum, what would it be?" you say softly. His eyes widen in surprise, then harden coldly.
"You have this habit of making me remember what hurts me the most- don't you." He says angrily.
"Harry! No! I didn't mean it like that!" you say startled. "You forget- I know what it's like. My parents died before I could really understand and empathise with them too." You explain.
"Why do you want to know, still." He demands.
"Harry- just answer the damn question." You say.
"Why!" he stresses.
"Fine." You begin, frustrated. "Your mums favourite types of sweet were peppermint creams. Her favourite book was Moby Dick. Her favourite place was back at her home, a wood nearby where she lived- her and her father built a tree house in this huge oak tree- get the picture?" you say, Harry gets paler with every word you say.
"What was her favourite thing to do?" he asks softly, but determinedly. You grin.
"What- besides studying? Snogging James of course!" you exclaim. Harry's eyes narrow- you know you've gone too far.
"How dare you insult my mum like that!" he screams. "You don't know a thing about her!"
"But Harry- I do!" you sigh.
"How then?" he says triumphantly. You open your mouth to tell him, to explain everything. But when it comes to it- you can't.
"I'm, I'm her… I'm her daughters best friend." You eventually mutter. His eyes widen in surprise.
"Your Mum was at Hogwarts? Wouldn't she have gone to that French school- Beuxbatons like you used to?" he saks"On no, my Muther was English and my dad was sent to Hogwarts by his English Grandfather." You explain. "Here I'll show you a picture-" you say, rumbling throw your pockets. "Here." You pass him a picture of you, Lilly, James, Remus and Sirius by the Lake- Peter had been taking the photo. You and Lilly are sat in the middle, with your arms around each other and your smiling faces pressed togther, facing the camera. Sirius kneels behind you, occasionally pecking your cheek. James sits behind Lilly with his elbow resting on James's shoulder. Remus sits cross-legged on the other side of Lilly, holding her hand. You gaze at the picture- remembering the day perfectly. You had felt so fulfilled, so content and happy. You watch Harry go from confusion to happiness. Obviously watching his mum and dad who were at the moment tickling each other.
"This girl- next to mum, is she your mother?" he says, pointing to you. "She looks indentical to you."
"That's cause she is me!" you say, Harry turns to you, confusion etched across his face. You gasp and slap your hand over your mouth- too late.
"What did you say?" says Harry in amazement. "How the hell can that be you? That'd mean you'd be like 30 by now- not bloody 16!" You shake your head helplessly, knowing you'd know have to explain everything.
"Amilie- you have to tell me, you can't keep hiding whatever your secret is." Harry says, surprisingly calmly. You look him straight in the eyes.
"Are you ready for this Harry? It's very long and complicated." You say. He laughs.
"Well, thanks to Fred and George- we've got for as long as it takes!" he says. You begin. You tell him how Voldemort killed your parents, how you and your friends joined the order, about your fight with Voldemort, about the curse that caused you to spend half of your life asleep. You tell him everything- apart from about Sirius. You can't bring yourself to. For Harry, Sirius was his Godfather, and he was still in the childish delusion that he was the only thing that had mattered to him- that he was the only one that grieved for Sirius at all. He wouldn't be able to understand the depth of love that you two had shared- still share.
"So why are you back here at Hogwarts? Surely you remember how to do spells and stuff?" he asks.
"I'm on business for the order," you say, it wasn't strictly a lie- Harry was business.
"Tell me more abut Mum and Dad," he says eagerly. You tell him just as keenly, Lilly had been your best friend the whole of your life, she was a common subject for the both of you. You told him everything you could about her and James.
"And this one time- James and Lilly had snuck off after hours for a little moonlit snog, and they were caught be the caretaker. Of course he went absolutely berserk, yelling and stuff. And Lilly just turned around, faced James and pretended she had followed him and was intending on snitching on him for being out after curfew! It was hilarious- you should have seen the look on James's face afterwards! Of course no-one believed him. Lilly wanted to keep her perfect prefect record and this before it was common knowledge that the two of them were going out so everyone just said it was James's love-sick imagination for Lilly playing up again!" you say, you and Harry fall about laughing. Your sides ache from giggling, but suddenly tears begin to pour down your face. Harry looks at you in concern.
"Millie- what is it?" he say, worriedly.
"I, I m-miss them s-s-so much!" you sob. "I w-wish so m-much that vol-voldemort h-had finished m-me off!" Harry takes you in his arms and holds you. You wrap both your arms around him and cling to him like a drowning woman clings to her last breathe of air. He silently strokes your hair and murmurs comfort words into your hair. Eventually, you stop crying so much and sit up on your knees.
"Sorry," you say, with a watery smile, "I'm so selfish, going to pieces like that in front of you when they're your parents."
"Nonsense. I've had 14 years to get used to the face that they're gone and there's nothing I can do about it, you've had 2 months at the most." He says, his eyes suddenly light up. "Hey- I've got an idea! How about you go see Remus ine weekend or something! I could write to him for you! That is if you want to I mean-" you interrupt him by throwing your arms around his neck.
"Thanks, Harry." You whisper. He smiles in return
"No Problem." You stare into his eyes and find yourself drifting back years ago.
"Your eyes," you say dreamily, "They're…they're so like-"
"My mums." Harry finishes, "A lot of people tell me that." You shake yourself out of your trance and glance at your watch to hide your embarrassment.
"Oh my God!" you exclaim "It's already 7:30!" Harry just continues to gaze at you with that dreamy look.
"So?" he says. You stare at him as though he has gone mad.
"Uh, earth to Harry- we have my first quidditch practise at 7:45!" you scream at him. He shakes himself mentally and blots to the door, jolting the handle.
"Got any ideas how to unlock this bloody thing?" he yells back at you.
"Alhohamora?" you suggest. He pulls out his wand and casts the spell- nothing happens. Suddenly, Fred/ George's voice appears, just like it did last night.
"Ah- so eager to get free, are we?" it says. You roll your eyes at Harry, he grins in return. "Now, now Mademoiselle. No need to get feisty! We just want a little proof that you and Mr Potter have- shall we say- found the true meaning of friendship?"
"What do you want!" you shout, "Cause I know that Angelina isn't going o appreciate you making us late for practise!"
"Ah- nice try Mademoiselle. Quote, Do whatever you want to get them on good friend terms- got it? Unquote. Said to Misters Fred and George Weasly last night at approximately 8:45." He says chuckling. You glare at Harry.
"Do something!" you cry. He shrugs his shoulders, grinning.
"Got to admit it- they got you there, Mils!" he says.
"Fred- George- Whichever one you are! What proof do you want?" you yell.
"Um, now lets see. Shall we say, handshake, hug and kiss? I think that'll about do it!" they say. You sigh theatrically and stride over to Harry. First you shake his hand, then hug him. You lean in to peck him on the lips, Harry's lips linger on yours. You pull away quickly, he opens his eyes and stares at you. You clear your throat.
"Um- satisfied?" you say. The door opens in answer to your question, outside stand a pair of very impish looking Weasly twins. They clap their hands together briskly and link arms either side of you.
"Come on Amilie! Don't want to be late for your first practise now- do we?" they say happily, marching you down the corridor, you flinging insults at them. Leaving a confused, but happy Harry trailing along behind…