Chapter 3 - What I've done

The second the words formed Amelia was physically sick. Tom's attention was immediately drawn away from his speech as he wondered what was wrong, had someone poisoned her."Jane, do you need to be taken to Madame Pomfrey?" Tom tried to put his hand on Amelia's shoulder but she instantly pulled away. Tom Riddle was Lord Voldermort, the man who had taken her parents from her, the man who had repeatedly tried to kill her brother and Amelia had loved him, she'd kissed him. Springing to her feet Amelia made for the door, only to be stopped by Tom's hand lightly taking hold of her wrist.

"Jane what is it? What's wrong?"

"Don't you even touch me you vial murderous bastard." Amelia spat out the words and anger took over Tom's features, Amelia didn't care though she just had to get away. Amelia twisted her arm out of Tom's grasp and dashed out of the common room she could her the voices and footsteps of the mass of Slytherin footsteps that was following her, but she had to get away. Amelia threw open the doors and exited the Hogwarts building out into the night, where the rain and a vicious thunderstorm absorbed her.

Amelia glanced over her shoulder, Tom was close on her heel, the weather was slowing her down but seemed to help him. A bolt of lightning struck the ground right next to her causing her to fall to the ground. She tried to scramble to her feet but she couldn't, the fall had caused her to twist her ankle and before she knew it Tom was just a meter away from her and was kneeling down to make sure she was alright. Amelia saw a lightning bolt coming down from the sky, it came down faster than imaginable, Amelia was barely able to register the fact that it was going to hit her before it did.

Amelia wasn't in pain, was she dead, no this didn't feel like death, but she should be in agony. Amelia could hear water, rain, she was somewhere where it was raining. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, she was in the cave, she want she went to before going back in time, maybe it was all just a horrible sick dream. Amelia rubbed her aching neck. No, it wasn't a dream she was wearing the necklace. Amelia threw up again, repulsed by herself and what she had done. Amelia went to rip the necklace off when she though back to things she had been told in the past, this necklace had protection and symbolic meaning, it could possibly save her life in this war and Dumbledore had always said that love would destroy Voldermort and hadn't he on some level loved Jane, as much as the thought repulsed her Amelia knew this necklace could be useful, so she left it on hiding it beneath her clothes.

Amelia sat for a moment thoughts flying through her head, had time progressed the same here as it had in the past. Were people still looking for her? What would people say when they saw her? Had Voldermort gained strength? Amelia tried not to let herself think about the latter and just hoped that he hadn't, Merlin only knew what he would do to her if he found out about everything. Amelia stood up, thankfully on the trips to the future and back her wand had found it's way into her robes. Looking around Amelia noticed that she couldn't find her bag, maybe people had been looking for and found it, thinking of that Amelia realised she had best get back to Order headquarters, they may think she was dead, one thing was for sure, if she had been gone long they were going to kill her.

Apparating into the park, Amelia looked around to make sure there was no muggles before running across the street to number 12 Grimmauld Place. Amelia slowly opened the door afraid what she may see, the hallway was empty so Amelia quietly made her way across the corridor to the kitchen door. Listening she could hear Remus speaking "So Molly, we really should start thinking about Christmas, who'll be here? Are we having it here? I must admit I'm leaving the work to you but tell me if there's anything we can do. Just because there's a war on there's no reason we can't have a good Christmas" There seemed to be an emphasis on the we and Amelia could only assume Remus was referring to himself and Sirius. Amelia didn't have to wait long to find out Sirius' opinion on the matter.

"NO Reason! No reason! How about the fact that Amelia is either dead or dying out there?"

"Sirius calm down, life has to go on"

"Remus." Amelia could tell from her voice that Molly was in tears, "Sirius is right and I think it's best he loses his temper now or would you rather he does it in front of Harry, that poor boy." Amelia couldn't believe how much everyone had missed her it seemed so unreal and she had barely even thought of them, what was she going to tell them. There was a small cough behind her and Amelia twirled round to see Moody stood there, "You've got some explaining to do girl."

Moody reached around Amelia and opened the door pushing her through, "Guess who I found ease dropping?" Everyone wa on their feet and hugging her in a flash and she had a hundred questions thrown at her about how she was and where she had been. Molly ushered her to a chair and everyone took a calming breath and Molly was the first to speak "Are you hungry darling?"

"No thank you Molly." Amelia began to cry, she realised now how much she had missed everyone, she could have never seen her again and they would never have known how much she loved them all. Everyoen was momentarily stunned the last time she had been seen crying was when she was three years old and she had tripped and fallen down the stairs and Sirius did the same thing he had then, he wrapped his arms around her, using his thumb to draw circles on her back and told her she was alright, he wouldn't let anything hold her. Once Amelia was calm, Remus spoke up,

"Perhaps we should get to telling everyone she alive and safe Sirius, call a meeting for tomorrow, let her get some sleep." Sirius simply nodded as he kept his arms around her walking her up the stairs to her room, it was exactly how she left it, only someone had kept it tidy someone expected her to come back and Amelia was positive she knew who, Sirius never lost faith, she was after all, always his favourite.

"Is there anything you need?" Amelia shook her head this all seemed to surreal, as Amelia sat on the bed she realised she still hadn't let go of Sirius.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Do you want me to stay, like when you were younger?" Amelia nodded and Sirius told her to get changed he would be back in a minute. When Sirius came back Amelia was getting under the covers. Sirius tucked her in and then changed into his dog form lying in front of her on the bed. Amelia fell asleep playing with his fur. The next morning Amelia awoke alone in her room, she quickly got dressed and ran downstairs, for once in her life Amelia Potter was craving company.

In the kitchen it seemed like most the order of the phoenix was there, those she had seen last night Molly, Moody, Sirius and Remus, but also some other. The other members included Dumbledore, Dung, Kingsley, Tonks and Arthur. Everyone went in turns hugging her except Dumbledore. Molly eventually intervened to make sure Amelia had some breakfast, whilst Molly was cooking everyone sat down and looked at Amelia expectantly.

"There's only so much I can tell you and you'll have to be happy with that, I'll tell you all I can." Everyone looked confused and waited for Amelia to continue, Amelia ad planned this all last night and knew what to say. "I've been doing some investigation into a way to beat Voldermort although I can't say I got far, I couldn't get in touch with any of you because to get what little information I did I had to put myself in a rather dangerous situation and I didn't want to risk getting killed." Everyone looked worried and Amelia could tell that Molly was suppressing the urge to lecture her about not getting into those situations in the first place.

"And did you find everything useful for once?" There was an edge on Dumbledore's voice and Amelia knew he was furious at her, but he never did like it if things didn't go his way or he didn't know everything that was going on.

"I may have found a weakness in Lord Voldermort but I need to do more research." Amelia couldn't help but smirk as everyone began to look very excited everyone that is except Dumbledore.

"Well are you going to tell us what it is girl?" Amelia couldn't help but laugh inside her head, she'd never thought she'd see Alaster Moody so excited, he even ended up taking a drink out of Kingsley's glass he was so focused on Amelia.

"Love" Everyone looked at Amelia confused, Dumbledore had a hidden look of smugness on his face, thinking thatshe was about to only repeat what he had been saying for years about the protection of love.

"When Voldermort was in his seventh year of Hogwarts he met a girl, he fell in love with her, but one night early in the school year she left him, disappeared into thin air. But as we all know Lord Voldermort is not one to do things by halves so when he fell in love he also became very possessive. So consider this what could we do if we found this girl and confronted Voldermort with her, or even her name, as I would wager he wouldn't forget something like that." There was a silence as the information was absorbed by each member of the group, Moody was the first to talk.

"Hold on one sec, Albus weren't you teaching when Voldermort was at school, shouldn't you have known this?" Amelia wanted to laugh out loud at Dumbledore's face he looked as though he had just been slapped, before he regained his composure.

"Miss Potter is wrong the girl is dead."

"I have it on good authority that she's not sir." A staring contest ensued between Amelia and Dumbledore, student and teacher. The entire table sat in amazement they had never seen Amelia challenge Dumbledore before she always seemed to be a little intimidated by him. The staring contest could have gone on for days by the looks of things, neither even blinked when Arthur stated that he had to leave for work. The ground began to tremor slightly, Amelia was losing her temper.

"Amelia love, be a dear, I need some help sorting through some old things, it seems this house always seems to have bits and bobs popping out everywhere." Molly was hoping this would be enough, if Amelia's power exploded no one would be safe of her blast.

"Of course Molly." Amelia rose and broke eye contact following Molly upstairs with her head held high, she wasn't scared of Albus Dumbledore anymore.