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The term was off to a great start, the students loved Al; he quickly became the favorite professor. Amelie stayed busy in the hospital wing. Ginny loved taking care of her grandkids.
It was mid-November two days before the first Quidditch match of the season when a man with pale hair and pointed face walked into the hospital wing. “I was told someone up here could help me out, I'm not feeling--”
“Scor!” Amelie launched herself at her best friend. “I have missed you,” a red-haired woman appeared. “Rose! What are you doing here?”
“It's been too long, we wanted to see you, Al, and the boys,” Scor said but there was something in his eyes told her otherwise. Amelie had a feeling it had to with the fact that Agatha Yaxley was now dead.
“Have you seen Al yet?” Amelie asked.
“No,” Scorpius said, “We didn't know his schedule.”
“I’ll go with you, I want to see his face. Rose, have you seen Lottie?” Amelie addressed her friend.
“She really is the librarian then?” Rose questioned.
“Yes,” Amelie shook her head.
“I'm going to find her, you go see Al,” Rose told her husband.
“Did you bring Charlotte and Draco?” Amelie asked as they walked to Albus’s office.
“They’re at Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny’s,” Scor explained but there was still something off. “How are the boys?”
“Wonderful, they are getting so big,” Amelie pouted, they were growing up too quickly.
“I'm sure, I feel like Charlotte grew up overnight and Draco will be two in a month.” Scor sighed.
“That's insane,” Amelie walked into Al’s office.
“Amelie? What are you doing here?” He hadn't been expecting her.
“Someone showed up in the hospital wing and I thought you might want to take a look,” she tried to keep a straight face.
“Amelie--Merlin’s Beard, what are you doing here?” The best friends embraced.
“You surprised me so many times and I wanted to return the favor,” Scor grinned.
“I'm glad you did, where's Rose?” Albus looked around for his cousin.
“Library with Lottie,”’ Amelie said.
“Al?” A voice said, Amelie and Albus, born turned to the painting of Harry on the wall them.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Your mother would like you to know that she is having everyone over for dinner and there no arguments,” the portrait said.
“Tell her we will be there,” Amelie said and he turned and walked out of the frame.
“Nice, where all can he travel?” Scor asked.
“Mum and Dad’s, Amelie’s office, Lottie’s desk, the back room at WWW, our house, James and Lottie’s, oh and Dad’s desk at the ministry,” Albus listed out all the places.
“Impressive,” Scor inspected it.
“We’ve installed a two-way mirror in the door of the hospital wing so I can leave when I need to,” Amelie informed him.
“Bloody brilliant, I don't why no one has ever done that before,” Scor laughed. “Al, what are you teaching this afternoon?”
“Fourth year summoning charms and seventh year Disillusionment charms.” Albus looked at his notes.
“Need some assistance?” Scor was holding back laughter.
“From you, always,” Al laughed. “Besides you are the best at Summoning Charms.”
“I was fourteen! Just because someone is charms prodigy--besides, Amelie was worse than me!” Scor defended himself.
“Don't insult my wife!” Amelie doubled over in laughter. She had missed this totally normal aspect of their relationship.
“He's right, it only took him a week, it took me a close to a month to conquer the summoning charm.” Amelie reminded her husband.
“See!” Scor dodged a playful jinx from Al.
“Oh, I have missed this,” Amelie grinned. “I'm going to the library, I’ll see you at Mum and Dad’s,” she kissed Albus as the bell rang to start the next class.
“There she is, where’s Scor?” Rose grinned as Amelie walked into the library.
“Al’s teaching summoning charms to fourth years,” Amelie told them.
“‘And he's letting Scor help? At least it's not you,” Lottie laughed.
“Not you too! At least Al defended me.” Amelie feigned being hurt.
“Sorry,” Rose stifled a giggle. “How's life in Hogsmeade?”
“I love it, Al and I are finally back on the same page and the boys love having him around.” Amelie grinned, it had been so wonderful.
“Good, I know you were really struggling for a while.” Rose was glad to hear that.
“Hogwarts has always been the dream and now it's happening, it's so much better than I thought it would be. Professor Lockwood has given me total control of the hospital wing and the students absolutely love Al.” Amelie explained.
“That's what Lottie was just telling me,” Rose grinned. “He always was the best teacher so I'm not surprised in the least.”
“I take it the hospital wing is finally empty?” Lottie asked.
“Finally, I dismissed the last one this morning but Quidditch starts Saturday,” Amelie reminded her. “I have been cooped up in the hospital wing for the last three days so I'm going to Mum and Dad’s to see the boys. Rose, do you want to come?”
“Yes, see you at dinner, Lottie,” Rose and Amelie made their way off the grounds into Hogsmeade. “Can we stop by WWW so I can see James?”
“Sure,” Amelie smiled, they talked about the kids as they walked.
“Welcome to Weasley’s Wizard’s Wheezes,” a young man working in the shop smiled. “Ah, Mrs. Potter, Mr. James is the back room.”
“Thank you, Frank,” Amelie smiled and wove her way around the crowded the storefront.
“Yes, Frank, what--oh, hey, Amelie,” James got up from behind his desk. “Rose!”
“Hey James,” he pulled her into a hug. There was no question as to why she was there but Amelie could James was genuinely happy to see her.
“Glad they finally let you out of the hospital wing.” James laughed.
“For a couple of days until I have to deal Quidditch injuries.” Amelie rolled her eyes.
“Who's in the first match?” James wanted to know.
“Gryffindor versus Slytherin like normal, are you going to match with us?” Amelie shot back.
“When I have ever missed a Gryffindor game?” James challenged.
“True,” Amelie laughed.
“See you at dinner,” Rose and Amelie headed to Harry and Ginny’s.
“Amelie!” Ginny hugged her. “The boys are going to be so excited to see you. Hey Rose.”
“Thanks for watching Charlotte and Draco.” Rose hugged her Aunt.
“Of course,” Ginny smiled as Amelie walked upstairs.
“Mum! Mummy!” Neville and Harry ran up to her.
“Students all better?” Harry asked.
“Yes, all better so Mummy gets a couple days to play with you,” Amelie told them.
“Quidditch soon, right?” Neville asked, his eyes lit up with excitement.
“Very soon,” she hugged him, the last three days had been rough. They sat in the playroom with all the kids, Amelie was amazed at how much Charlotte looked like a Malfoy with her pale hair and pointed face. Draco, on the other hand, had strawberry blonde hair and more Weasley like features. “I can't get over how big your kids are and Charlotte looks just like Scor.”
“Right? Harry looks like Uncle Harry and Al,” they talked and played until dinner.
It was good for everyone to be together, it had been over two years. During dinner, Scor barely made eye contact with Amelie or James. They finished and cleaned up with the flick of the wand.
“I've got the kids,” Ginny kissed Harry on the cheek and the rest of them moved into the living room.
“You are here because of Agatha Yaxley, aren't you?” James asked.
“Yes, I thought you both deserved some answers,” Harry said. “Scorpius and Rose were the magical law enforcement officers sent to find out as much as possible about Agatha Yaxley.”
“Did you find out about Arthur?” Amelie’s voice hitched in her throat and James’ arm instinctively wrapped around her shoulder and Al reached for her hand.
“Look, you need to understand--” Scor started.
“It's a yes or no question,” James snapped.
“It's not though, however, I have a theory,” Scorpius explained. “We know that Arthur was supposed to be tracking her. I think Agatha figured it out and put him under some sort of spell. I believe at first it was some type of love potion but once she figured it out who he was, she put him under the Imperius Curse.”
“Why?” Amelie asked before she could stop herself.
“Your dad was working on a top secret potion and Agatha was doing everything she could to get her hands on it, that we do know. As to what actually happened at your house, I fully believe that Arthur was torturing your dad for information when your mum walked in and Arthur killed her. Killing Arthur took the last of your dad’s strength and sanity, that's why he never recovered. But because Agatha is dead, I highly doubt that Arthur’s conviction will be overturned because there is no way to know the full truth.”
“Thank you,” Amelie had tears in her eyes, most of the things he had told her was just for her and James. That was a story that Amelie latched on to and believed, it would help her get through the hard days. It was the story she had to believe because there was no way to prove anything different happened.