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:・゚✧:・.☽˚。・゚✧:After another sleepless night spent out of her bed due to the presumed presence of Sirius Black in the castle, Amelia had so big circles under her eyes that they seemed almost sculpted on her skin.
She was resting against a tree next to the lake where she usually went together with Cedric, filling her lungs with fresh air. These months at Hogwarts had already changed her. She didn't know whether for the best or not, but she could tell she wasn't the same girl who was at the King's Cross Station back in September.
She was playing with a chamomile flower, smelling its perfume from time to time. It was said that that flower should bring peace and happiness, and instead, she didn't seem capable of turning off her mind. Blame it on being a chronic overthinker, but she, since her meeting with Dumbledore, has been wondering why he decided to tell her that particular story, choosing those particular words.
That man didn't do anything without a reason behind it, and Amelia caused herself a headache trying to discover it. "Do you really think that giving up on what is right, whatever the cost might be to fight for it, is correct?"
It had to mean something. She was supposed to be able to decipher its meaning, or at least that was what the Headmaster thought.
She didn't think it was the right answer to his question, but she wasn't entirely convinced that she would be able to accept to lose someone close to her for a bigger cause. She'd rather die than see her loved ones losing their lifes.
The noise of people walking made her turn around, facing the Golden trio panting, which was getting closer to her safe place.
Nobody, except Cedric, who she guessed had told Harry about it, knew that it was her refuge, and that was why she went there so often. Gus, the tree, was the best listener anyone could ever dream of: he didn't go anywhere and never contradicted her. Could he be more perfect?
"Amy! Amy!" Harry screamed as they got closer to her. "Hagrid has lost the cause, Buckbeak's scheduled to be executed."
"It's horrible! They can't do that!" Ron bellowed, fist bawled as Hermione sobbed on Harry's shoulder.
And here she believed that they had done a good job with their research.
"It's all my fault!" Granger cried. "I should have done better, I could have done better for Merlin's sake!"
"Hey, Granger," Amelia said in a low voice, and the older girl pulled away from Harry's wet shirt, "This is an injustice and wrong, but I won't let you think you didn't do enough to help Buckbeak because I was there too every time and believe me when I tell you that you did your absolute best. There was nothing else we could do."
Granger smiled softly, and then she sniffled, wiping away the tears with the sleeve of her black jumper.
"See? Even Black thinks so, Hermione," Ron nodded, and Amelia didn't miss to notice how they had come back to normal after Scabber's little incident. "Besides, you said there will be the appeal. We can still win. I promise I will help you this time so you don't bury yourself in the library."
Amelia stood up and crossed her arms on her chest, not liking at all Weasley's proposition. "There is no need to join us, Ronald," she objected, "Granger and I make a wonderful team, don't we?" She moved her eyes to the ice princess, who was already looking at her with a subtle smile.
Not that she was fond of Granger, but certainly, she wasn't going to insult her just because her surname was Black and not Ashford or something
"Yes, we do," the bushy girl replied, and Amelia couldn't contain her satisfaction, smiling proud of having proved to the ginger head here that he wasn't needed by either of them.
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