A/N: Hello readers. So from now on, I'll probably update a chapter a week, hopefully. If I don't, I'm sorry. I'm just so lazy! Typing it up is so boring..

Chapter Seven

Amelia spent her next few weeks within the confines of the Burrow's garden. She spent most of her days sitting in the orchard watching the others play two-a-side Quidditch. Ron had offered to teach her, she'd accepted thinking that she'd be absolute rubbish. But as soon as she'd gotten on the broom she'd whizzed off and no one could stop her. She was a natural on a broom, almost as good as Harry. But because there were no extra brooms she opted to sit and watch. One night while the Golden Trio and Ginny were playing Quidditch, Amelia decided to sit inside and read a book. She was sitting in the sitting room with her legs tucked under her in an overstuffed seat reading The Prisoner of Azkaban when Mr. Weasley had come in and said that he had something important that he had to tell her. She'd marked her place with her bookmark – she never dog-eared her books – and put the book down on the table beside her. She then turned her attention to Mr. Weasley, who was smiling at her.

"I've known this for a while now, I've just wanted to check and make sure it was true before I told you," he started. Amelia just looked at him confused, there was nothing important supposed to happen anytime soon, at least that's what the book said. "Well," he continued "while Harry's Godfather was Sirius, I found out that Lily and James also appointed you a Godfather." Amelia's mouth stretched out into a huge smile.

"Really?" she beamed. A Godfather! So she actually did have someone other than Harry who was family. "Who, who, who?" she asked, bouncing on the edge of her seat, barely able to contain her excitement.

"You bet your Muggle socks you do," Arthur smiled at her excitement, "our dear friend Lupin. Your mother and father made sure not to leave you out when you disappeared, just in case. He'll be over for yours and Harry's sixteenth, what a great birthday present; meeting your Godfather for the very first time!" he smiled as she jumped up and hugged him.

"Seriously? Remus is my Godfather?" she asked unbelievably. At his nod she smiled even brighter. "That is so cool! I've got to tell Harry! Thank you Mr. Weasley," she raced off and stopped Harry's game to share her good news with him. He seemed equally excited for her.

The day of her birthday she woke up, and wanted the day to go by as fast as possible, so she could finally meet Remus. It was thirty minutes before everyone arrived, and Amelia had already spent tons of time trying to decide what to wear; it wasn't every day that one met an unknown Godfather for the first time. She had tons of dresses laid out over hers and Harry's beds. Hermione and Ginny were with her helping her narrow it down when Mrs. Weasley came in and said that Arthur had gone to the Murlers house to see if they had anything for Amelia, and he'd returned with a present in tow. Amelia had taken the package and placed it on the bed. She had carefully torn the yellow paper from the box, then opened it to find it filled with more yellow tissue paper. She searched through the paper to find a yellow summer dress inside. "It's perfect!" she called out shooing everyone but Hermione and Ginny out of the room. She quickly pulled the dress on and looked into the looking glass that hung on the wardrobe door. She beamed and spun around, her dress flying out around her. Ginny and Hermione had then teamed up to work on her hair and makeup. The finished result was simple yet pretty; they had created a few plaits either side of her face and pulled them back and secured them with a yellow flower clip, the rest of her hair hung down in its natural waves. They had put a small glamor charm on her, so her makeup looked natural.

The three girls after admiring their work ran down the stairs to wait for Remus – and the other guests. Everyone was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and when she reached the bottom she received compliments on her dress, Ron had even jokingly given her a wolf whistle; she gave him a playful punch in return. "Five minutes, "she said to no one in particular looking at the magical clock on the wall. She heard a laugh and looked over to find the Trio watching her pace back and forth.

"A little nervous, are we?" Ron laughed.

"Of course she is Ronald," Hermione smiled, "she's never had a proper family before. This is new for her."

"That it is Hermon," Amelia replied. Hermione rolled her eyes at the name Amelia had been calling her for the last few days. The four of them laughed. They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Amelia whipped her head around, her hair flying in her face, she watched Mr. Weasley answer the door. Lupin stepped into the house, his eyes searching. Amelia was thrown off for a second; the book described him as looking gaunt, grim, and graying, with ragged robes. But the Lupin before her was healthy looking, and had a glow to him. His hair was neatly combed and had a streak of grey, but only a small amount. His robes also looked new and clean. She slowly started towards him and the movement caught his eye. He looked over and smiled a wolfish looking grin, Amelia returned the smile and ran over to hug him. The two new found family members embraced. She felt the tears slowly well up in her eyes, she shut them tight as they spilt over, she felt a sob starting. Family, I have family. People who want me around. She cried her tears of joy. All the emotions that she'd been holding in spilt over. She didn't know how long she stood there, but Remus had been soothing her the whole time, his eyes watering too, also from joy; he hadn't realized how much this meant to the girl. It felt weird to have someone wanting to meet him this excited and emotional. He was also happy to finally have some family. Slowly her crying stopped and she stepped out of his embrace, wiping her eyes with a sniff and a laugh.

"Sorry," she said, "don't know what came over me."

"No worries dear," he smiled at her bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket and offering it to her. She took it with a sniffled thanks.

"Come on then you lot. I've cooked up a birthday feast and everyone's just standing there letting it get cold," Mrs. Weasley shooed everyone to the table. Harry and Amelia sat next to each other, Ron on Harry's right, and Remus on Amelia's left.

"A toast," Mr. Weasley spoke raising his glass, "to family."

"To family," everyone repeated back. Amelia took Harry's hand and squeezed it; he returned it, a smile on his lips. Amelia and Lupin spent the rest of the meal chatting, Lupin had been told by Mr. Weasley about the books Amelia had and asked about them. Amelia noticed that throughout the meal Remus and Tonks kept looking at each other a little longer than most people did, and they kept sharing little smiles. Amelia smiled to herself. After everyone had, had their filling and had helped clear up they all crowded into the sitting room. Amelia sat next to Remus on the couch. He pulled out a small red box with a golden bow on top and handed it to her.

"I thought that I should give you something but didn't know what, so Tonks helped me decide. So this is from both of us." She took it, and pulled the ribbon, causing it to magically untie itself and land neatly in her lap. She pulled off the lid and found inside a necklace nestled in tissue paper. There was a small moon charm on the chain; it glittered in the light as she moved it around. "It's magically enchanted to change with the moon, thought it'd remind you of me.." he trailed off rubbing the back of his head.

"It's beautiful, thank you," she said not being able to tear her eyes away from it. "Will you help me put it on please?" she asked turning her back to him and handing the necklace to him. She pulled her hair out of the way as he clasped the necklace around her neck. "Thanks," she said turning back around. She lifted her left hand up to touch the moon around her neck. Lupin looked curiously at her hand.

"Amelia, what's that on your finger?" he asked pointing to her ring finger, were a black ring lay. "It looks as if it's made of.. of ashes." Amelia sighed and placed her hands on her lap.

"Well it's a ring of course. I loathe the thing, it discomforts me."

"Take it off then," he said.

"I wish it were that easy. I would have already if I could. No matter what I try, it doesn't come off. It's been on my finger as long as I can remember. It grows with my finger. Doctors have even tried surgically removing it, but it's impossible," she ran her finger over the ring. As she finished talking Mr. Weasley walked back into the sitting room with an envelope. He walked towards her and hander it to her.

"I forgot to give this to you earlier. It's from the Murlers." She took the envelope, opened it up and unfolded the letter. It read:

"Dear Amelia,

Happy Birthday, dear. We cannot believe that you are already sixteen, my how time flies. That wonderful Mr. Weasley has told us of a Godfather of yours, Remus Lupin was it? We're so happy for you, love. But that isn't the reason for which we write.

You see when you were just a wee little girl, we took you to a fair. And at this fair we went to a physic reading, for fun. The woman there said you were a special soul and said you were destined to do great things, and on this journey you would need something. She then pulled out the ring you wear and placed it on your finger. She then said:

'A ring made of ashes awaits for true love,

Shall save you yours true from above,

When true love is found it shall wither away,

To a beautiful band that until one day,

When true love is returned in a matter of eight,

For the rest of your life you shall live a great fate.'

After that she turned on the spot and disappeared with a pop! We thought you old enough to know, and maybe someone of the magical world can help you out? Feel free to write back, and tell your brother 'Happy Birthday' for us. Say hello to Mr. Lupin for us too.

Mum, and Dad."

"How odd," she murmured.

"What is it?" Harry asked. She repeated, what her parents had told her.

"The Sarnevesht Ring," everyone looked towards Hermione. "I read about them in the Hogwarts library," Amelia sat forward in her seat. "The Sarnevesht Ring, originated in Persia, and was used by powerful witches when it was obvious that a person was destined to be with one person. It helps you find that person, it gives you a sign. Unless it's true love then a relationship won't work for you," Amelia's eyes were wide as she sat back in her seat.

"So I have a 'destined' partner?" she asked turning to Hermione.

"Yep, they're only given out if the person will definitely find their partner, and if the pairing is for the best," she explained. "So you should be proud to wear it, Amelia."

"I guess it is kinda cool. Sounds like a romance novel, one true love. Hmm.." Amelia trailed off, smiling as she ran her finger over the ring. She thought of all the possible 'true loves' she could have. Would it be Draco? The ring gave a slight glow and pulse, Amelia didn't take any notice of it. Some unknown student? A Professor? At that thought it began to glow a little bit more, but she didn't think anything of it; it was probably just the light. She grabbed her glass of pumpkin juice that was sitting on the table next to her, and started drinking. She could hear the others continuing conversation around her, but didn't really hear what they were saying, too caught up in her thoughts. What if it was Professor Snape? The little rhyme thing said about saving someone from above. Maybe it was talking about saving someone from death. She felt her finger warming and there was a bright glow from the ring. She did a double take and spat out the Pumpkin juice she'd just sipped. "What? Seriously?" she squeaked.

"Amelia? What's wrong Amelia? And why is the ring glowing?" Lupin asked taking her left hand, he quickly let it go after his finger came into contact with the hot ring. "Amelia, the ring! It's burning up! How can you stand that temperature?" Amelia wasn't listening, she was sitting there in shock.

"She knows who it is! Who the poem is about!" Hermione said with a gasp. "Amelia do tell who it is. Amelia?" Amelia lifted her hand with a gasp of her own, her mouth agape. For in the doorway stood one Severus Snape.

"Snape," Amelia whispered.

"Snape?" everyone all but yelled at once. Remus followed her eyes to the doorway and noticed the man there.

"It seems that our dear Amelia was only trying to tell us that Professor Snape is here," everyone turned towards Snape.

"Evening Remus, everyone," he nodded his head in greeting. There were murmured hello's and good evening's back. "It seems as if the headmaster did not inform you that I would be arriving here, tonight," everyone looked at him confused. "Obviously not," he paused, "I was sent to tell the Potter twins congratulations for reaching the age of sixteen from Albus. You see he is extremely busy and couldn't find time in his busy schedule to make it here. He wished to give you these," he pulled two small cloth bags from his robes and held them out. Amelia and Harry stood up, shared a look of confusion and made their way over towards the man in black. They both stretched their hands out to take the bag that the Potions master held out towards them; Amelia making sure not to let their fingers touch. Looking up into his face, she realized that she hadn't introduced herself and probably should if she didn't want to seem rude. She reached her hand out and he did the same, though after delay for wizards did not shake hands, it was a Muggle thing. A shock raced through their hands, not a painful shock, a small tingle was all.

"Pleasure to finally meet you Sev-" she caught herself, "Snape, Professor Snape. I'm Amelia Potter," she said slowly shaking his hand.

"Yes, pleasures all mine," he replied in replied in that voice that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. Her face flustered and she hastily retreated back to her seat on the couch next to Remus. His eyes, she thought to herself, they're so dark; pure black, with a few flecks of reddish brown here and there. And she had expected to see them filled with disgust or hatred, but they weren't, quite the opposite actually. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was definitely something there. Seeing everyone looking at her, she pulled the drawstring and peeked inside the cloth bag. There was a long rectangle box inside, which she carefully pulled out, recognizing it at once to be Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.

"Awesome!" she said with a grin, opening the box. "I've wanted to try these things ever since I read about them!" She picked one out of the box and slowly paced it in her mouth. She chewed slowly, waiting for a horrid taste to arise. She half grimaced. "Soap," she said, everyone but the man in the doorway laughed. But she did notice a hint of a smile appear on his lips. She finished the jelly bean and packed the box away, wanting the candy to last. Trying to get the remaining pieces of jelly bean from her teeth with her tongue she looked at Harry. Who was looking through his assortment of different Wizard sweets.

"Severus, why don't you come in and have a sit down, maybe a drink?" Mrs. Weasley asked standing up and making her way over to the kitchen. Amelia looked up from her bag to find him looking at her.

"No thank you Molly, I came here only to deliver the gifts. I dare not overstay for Albus will want to know how his gifts were received. There's also," he glanced at the ring on her hand and moved his fingers of the hand that had been shocked, "other things he needs to be informed of." He bowed his head in farewell, and with a whirl of his cloak he had left the room.

"Well that was odd," Mrs. Weasley said taking her seat once again. "I wonder why Albus couldn't make it, probably Hogwarts things, getting the school ready and all." She looked over to Amelia, "you still need a few things right?" Amelia nodded. Mrs. Weasley turned to the other four children, "and you lot need a few things too. We'll head on over to Diagon Alley soon."

"Well I should be off," Remus said standing up. Amelia also stood and hugged him. "See you soon dear. Take care of yourself."

"You too Remus," she replied taking a step back. "You too Tonks," she smiled. Tonks nodded back.

"Right then, off to bed with the lot of you!" Mrs. Weasley said ushering them to the stairs. Amelia grabbed her jelly beans with a sigh and made her way over to the stairs with Harry. She quickly turned around, ran back over to Remus, and reaching up on her tippy toes gave his cheek a peck. They both smiled and Amelia rushed back over to where Harry waited. They climbed up the stairs with Mrs. Weasley calling up behind them to 'not muck about.'

"What a day," Harry commented climbing into his bed.

"Mhm," she replied as she laid her necklace down on the bedside table. She crawled into bed and laid on her stomach, looking out the window at the moon.

"Hey Amelia? Why did your ring glow earlier?" he asked laying on his back with his hands behind his head.

"No clue Harry," she lied, "Good night Harry."

"Night," he replied. The last thing Amelia remembered seeing was the two moons, the smaller of the two on the table glowing softly.

A/N: I hate typing. It's so harrrddd. D: And I constantly change things that I've written. So this is much longer than in the notebook. As you can probably tell, I'm basing the story off of the book, but as I go on I may leave some bits out and go with how the movies are. Ow my elbow just cracked.. Anyway, I was thinking of renaming the story, because at first I thought I was so original with the name, but I've learnt that it's a really popular story title. So if you have a suggestion let me know! (: Oh and "sarnevesht" is the Persian word for destiny. Thanks Shar for the suggestion (; So let me know how you liked it in a review! It would be greatly appreciated, thanks! (: