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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.

          

Ron was so gentle to give her a death stare, to which Amelia blew a kiss, making Harry force himself to suppress a laugh.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, Black," Ron spitted out. Amelia felt smoke going out of her ears as the redhead spoke. She clenched her jaw not to say something she might regret later, but in her dreams, she flipped him off.

Harry sparred Amelia a glance, knowing she was on the verge of exploding judging by how hard she had tightened her jaw. It would be a miracle if they didn't break.

"OKAY," he said, putting himself between his two best friends, "I think that Amelia meant that she and Hermione don't necessitate your precious help cause they have worked well."

'Precious help, Harry? Are you serious?' Amelia thought. 'I'd just to take away from him his feeling he has every right to bully me.'

"Sure," she laughed lightly, covering her mouth with a hand.

Ron glowered at the brunette, making Harry and Granger sigh, fed up with his behaviour towards Amelia. She was starting to think Ron would want to challenge her in a fight by how furiously he digged his blue eyes into her skull. "Oh, look, it's time to go to Hagrid for the lesson," the ice princess announced after looking at her clock. "Come on, Ron, let's... go," she pushed him with all the strength she had to make him move.

The ginger boy huffed but began to walk with Granger nevertheless. Amelia heard him muttering something under his breath, which she imagined was about her, and Granger slapped him on the arm, scolding him for being uneducated.

"I suppose we can safely say that you suck at avoiding fights," Amelia playfully affirmed now that she was alone with Harry.

He scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, well, it's not that easy since I see both of you as siblings. I just wished you got along so that you could hang out with us without worrying about him accusing you of being a Black."

A sad smile formed on Amelia's lips. She gently grabbed Harry's hand, delicately squeezing it. "It's not your fault, Harry," she said in a soothing voice. "Maybe one day he will change his mind and start seeing me as a normal person and not as the daughter of a murderer, but even if it didn't happen, I'm grateful for the friends I made since my arrival here and I don't care anymore about his insults."

The green eyed boy slid his left arm around the shorter girl's shoulder and planted a soft kiss on her temple. "I really love you, sis."

"I really love you too, brother," she whispered, resting her head on Harry's shoulder. She lifted her eyes to meet Harry's, a mischievous spark enlightened hers. "Who arrives last at Hagrid's house will do the other's homework for a week!" She started to run, hoping not to lose a lung on her way. Behind her, Harry stared at her in shock for a couple of seconds before he understood what was going on. "Come on, Potter! Let's see how much Quiddich has formed you and move your pretty legs," the brunette yelled, already tired.

"Get ready to write a beautiful essay about my dreams for Divination, Amy!" He said, following her, loosening the knot of his tie.

"Keep dreaming, Harry," she laughed, wishing she could freeze time and remain like this forever. Oh, to be forever young...

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All throughout Cure of Magical Creatures, Amelia could tell that Hagrid wasn't the same as always. He was totally distraught, awkwardly walking around through the lesson, mumbling instructions, and sometimes bumping into things, causing the others to make fun of him.

Amelia didn't know whether it was a good idea staying with the trio as they approached Hagrid after the lesson was over. She didn't know him as they did, and this was a rather personal matter, so maybe he didn't want to have a stranger there with him as they talked about Buckbeak.

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