A/N: So I know I didn't post anything on Friday.. Heh heh. Oopsies. I have a good excuse though! I was out searching for parts to my Hallowe'en costume. I have my Gryffindor cloak, my sweater vest and blouse. Now I'm just waiting for my tie to come in the mail.. Sigh. I hope it comes fast! Anyways, there's a wee bit of a Deathly Hallows Part 2 spoiler, I'll tell you when it's coming. But if you haven't seen Part 2 yet.. Shame on yoouuu! Go watch it, now. Other than that, enjoy!

Oh, I forgot I haven't put a disclaimer on for a while sooo:

I don't own any of the characters, only Amelia, or the Harry Potter world—they belong to J.K Rowling. I make no money from this—please don't sue me; I'm only a poor newspaper deliverer who spent all my money on Harry Potter merchandise!

Chapter Six

"Come in and sit down dear," Mrs. Weasley flicked her wand and an old blue chair pulled out from under the table. She quietly sat down, and the chair was tucked in. Only when comfortable tucked in did she notice a young witch sitting opposite her.

"Oh, hello Tonks," Amelia smiled. Said witch had just taken a sip from the large mug between her hands when Amelia had greeted her. She chocked on the liquid and sat there in shock.

"Are you hungry dear?" Molly asked trying to break the silence. "Would you like me to fix something up?"

"Oh yes please Mrs. Weasley," Amelia smiled. Molly turned to the stove "Except," turned to look at her. "I don't really like Onion soup you see, so could I just have a bit of bread?" Molly was shocked. She and Tonks looked at each other.

"But how did you know I was getting Onion soup?" Molly asked. Realization dawned on her face. "Hagrid said something about books. Books about Harry's life at Hogwarts You have them don't you?" Amelia nodded. Molly raised her wand, and Amelia's eyes widened, was she going to hurt her or something? Threaten her to tell he what was going to happen. With a flick of her wrist a loaf of bread soared through the air and landed in front of Amelia, a knife followed it and cut a slice, which Amelia slowly took, and bit after letting out a sigh of relief and slouching down in her chair. Of course Mrs. Weasley wasn't going to hurt her; this was Mrs. Weasley: mother hen. Mrs. Weasley missed Amelia's slouching, but Tonks noticed and winked at her with a smile. Molly took a seat next to Tonks. "So you probably know what I want to ask, about what Harry's doing right now." Mrs. Weasley said.

Amelia swallowed the piece of bread she'd been chewing and nodded. "They'll persuade Professor Slughorn." Mrs. Weasley smiled at Amelia's words.

"Wonderful. Well we better get you off to bed; you look as if you're going to fall asleep just sitting there. Your trunk and owl are with Harry's in Fred and Gorge's room. I did wonder why there were two sets of things."

"Okay then. Goodbye Tonks, it was nice meeting you" Amelia smiled as she stood up and tucked in her chair.

"You too, Amelia. Goodnight," Tonks waved as Amelia ascended the stairs, following Mrs. Weasley. After reaching the second floor, Mrs. Weasley took a few turns and stopped at a door on their left.

"This is it. I hope you have a good sleep. Do excuse all the boxes though. Good night dear." Mrs. Weasley turned and started making her way back to the stairs.

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. Oh and could you give Mr. Weasley my congratulations on the promotion?" Molly turned back with a smile and nodded. "Goodnight Mrs. Weasley," with that she turned into the room and closed the door behind her. Her mouth opened wide with a yawn and her eyes watered with those weird yawn tears. She stretched out, and heard as well as felt her joints pop. She rubbed at her eyes and made her way over to the bed. Hedwig hooted from her perch atop of the large wardrobe, Amelia's ferret sat in his cage, snoring away. Amelia swiftly changed into her pyjamas and crawled into the bed on the left. She felt herself falling asleep before her head had even hit the pillow, she hadn't realised how tired she was until now. She was asleep instantly. What felt like minutes later to Amelia she awoke to the sound of the door opening.

"Goodnight Mrs. Weasley," she heard Harry say before closing the door. She sat up at the same time that Harry turned around. "Sorry did I wake you up?" Harry apologised.

"It's okay, at least I was asleep. I didn't think I was gonna manage to fall asleep in all this excitement," Amelia shrugged. Hedwig hooted happily at the twins, before flying out the window, probably to hunt. "I guess she was waiting to see you before she left"

"Probably," Harry paused. "Hey Amelia," he said as he crawled into the bed on the other side of the room, he lent on his hand. "Is he going to be a good teacher?" Harry asked.

"Assuming you're talking about Professor Slughorn, then I'd have to say yes." Harry nodded at Amelia's response. Amelia lay back down, Harry went to do the same but Amelia stopped him. "There's a Puking Pastille in your pillow. Goodnight Harry." Harry stuck his hand into the pillow case and pulled out the purple and orange sweet. He laughed softly, threw the sweet on the floor, rolled over and fell asleep instantly. Amelia fell asleep shortly after hearing her brother's breathing change. The next time she woke up she heard three voices, one was Harry's, and the other two were a boy's and a girl's.

"He looks a bit like a walrus and he used to be head of Slytherin," Harry said. Amelia yawned silently and sat up, nobody noticed her. The other two voices belonged to Hermione and Ron. "Something wrong Hermione?" she heard Harry ask. Hermione was looking at Harry like she was expecting him to tell them something more, but she hastily rearranged her features into an unconvincing smile.

"That smile looks more like you have gas. Not a very pretty smile," Amelia said stretching. Only after she'd said this did Hermione and Ron turn to her. "Good morning Ron, Hermione, nice to meet you. I'm Amelia Potter," she held out her hand. They both just stared at her. "It's quite rude to stare at people like they've grown a second head," at this statement Hermione and Ron turned to Harry.

"So you were telling the truth in that letter you owled me last week?" Hermione asked.

"Of course I was, you think I'd lie about something like that?" Harry laughed. Hermione looked to Amelia with a smile. She took Amelia's hand and shook it.

"In that case, hi. I hope we become good friends." Amelia combed her fingers through her hair as she climbed out of the covers and sat Indian style.

"I know we'll be good friends," Amelia laughed. "Us too," she said turning to Ron. He smiled back at her. "Well," she started standing up, "I'm going to go change." Amelia opened up her trunk and rummaged around for something to wear. After pulling out a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she left the room and set off to find a bathroom.

She'd looked in two doors so far, a closet and a bedroom was all she'd found. Just before she opened the door to the third room someone started up the stairs behind her. She turned to see Fleur carrying a tray of food, followed by Mrs. Weasley, making her way to the room that she and Harry shared. "Fleur," Amelia called. Fleur and Mrs. Weasley both turned to Amelia's call. "Congrats on the wedding," she smiled. Minus the whole Death Eater part it was going to be a good wedding.

"Oh why thank you young lady. May I presume 'zat you are 'ze Amelia Potter 'zat Molly 'as been talking about all morning?" Fleur questioned.

Yikes, Amelia thought, what's up with the sickly sweet voice and pretend smile? What did I ever do to her? She started to grimace but quickly stopped herself and smiled sweetly. "Yes, that would be me. I've heard such wonderful things about you Miss Delecour." She politely nodded towards Fleur, who nodded back and continue on her way through the door.

" 'Arry, 'eet 'as been too long!" she said as she glided into the room. Amelia stuck out her tongue at where Fleur had previously stood. She heard Mrs. Weasley chuckle and looked over to see her smiling. Amelia returned the smile and the two went their separate ways. The door in front of her was in fact the bathroom. After she'd changed, and fixed her hair into a high ponytail, Amelia took her pjs back to the room she and Harry shared to find the Golden Trio gone. She could hear Hermione telling everyone that she'd definitely failed her O.W.L 's. Amelia chuckled to herself and after putting her pyjamas on the bed, made her way down the crooked stairs. As she descended the stairs she looked at all the moving pictures of the Weasley's that hung framed on the wall. Every Weasley in every picture was smiling, smiling, and acting like a family. She'd only ever read and watched families like this on the tele. And of course she'd never lived it. The Murler's had only just started treating her like a daughter. They had a few pictures of them together on the mantel piece in the sitting room, but they all looked terribly serious. There was no family love in them. Amelia sniffled and just stood there looking at them, her eyes welling up with happy tears. Her stomach ruined her little happy moment with a larger growl. She groaned and made her way down the rest of the stairs, embarrassed that she'd gotten teary eyed over something like that. She realised she hadn't eaten anything but a slice of bread last night in the last 24 hours. She'd been too excited and nervous to manage anything.

When she reached the kitchen she saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushing over to the window, awaiting the owls that carried their O.W.L results to reach them. As she sat down at the table, Mrs. Weasley brought over a plate filled with bacon, pancakes, toast and eggs. She said her thanks and started on the food, making sure to not accidently pick up the eggs, she couldn't stand them. As she ate she watched as Mrs. Weasley opened up the window and three owls flew into the room. They all landed in a line on the table in front of her, with their right legs extended. She tuned everyone out as she finished her food; she already knew their results anyways. What were her grades going to be like? Would she fail miserably, barely be scrapping by, or would she be an average student? She hoped she'd be good in Potions class, being the top of her Chemistry class in her Muggle schools. Defense Against the Dark Arts should be easy too. She'd memorized both the books and DVD battles of Harry's. She'd memorized a lot of the spells and things that would help her. If she could concentrate that was. With Snape being the Professor and all. She wasn't scared, she was excited. Reading about his *Deathly Hallows Part 2 spoilers* memories that he'd given to Harry, only made her love him more. She's always liked his character the most; she could always tell that there was something underneath his mean act. When she'd first read about his death, she'd bawled like a baby, then she hadn't been able to get to sleep all night, with the Prince's Tale playing through her head. *End of spoilers* She'd been a wreck the next day at school; she'd even fallen asleep during her choral class, in the middle of learning a new song. She'd been sent home after that, and had slept very little that night. She still had nightmares of those memories now and then. She wondered how she was going to react to seeing the man alive. Hopefully she wouldn't embarrass herself too bad. She was dreading the moment, but was also giddy with joy. She shook her head in amusement and tuned back into the conversation around her, just in time to hear Ron asking if there were any sausages left.

She looked up at Harry and smiled sadly, remembering that he hadn't gotten a high enough grade to become an auror. At least his Potions grade would be good this year, thanks to a little book belonging to one Half-Blood Prince.

A/N: Sooo yup, that's it. It seemed longer in my notebook, but it's quite short here.. Oh well, the next ones are definitely longer (: Hope you enjoyed. R&R and I shall love you forever.