Headstrong

Chapter 37

"Please, Minister, you know I'm responsible."

"Amanda, I don't want to tell you again. You are not allowed to have custody of Harry until you are of age."

"Even if it was just for a short amount of time? I'd do anything!"

Fudge sighed as he looked into Amanda's eyes.

"Can you speak Bulgarian and French?"

Amanda nodded.

"You may have custody of Harry for a week, if, and only if..." Fudge sighed. "If you be a translator for me at the Quidditch World Cup and an event that is coming up at Hogwarts. The translator I had hired has just quit."

Amanda stuck her hand out. "Deal."

Fudge looked a little uncomfortable, but shook her hand. "Now, the event that is happening at Hogwarts..."

...

Amanda burst through the doors of the Burrow.

"Guess what? Guess what? Guess what?" She shrieked excitedly.

Mrs Weasley bustled into the kitchen followed by the the twins, Ron and Ginny. They were all surprised to see her there.

She grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for barging in, Mrs Weasley, but I'm just so excited! Because guess what?"

Molly sighed. "What?"

"I get custody of Harry for a week!"

The twins tackled her in a hug and she grinned. Ginny smiled and Ron whooped.

"It's not full custody, but it's a start." Amanda smiled again.

...

Amanda was at the cafe.

A young adult and his friends walked in and up to the counter where she stood. On closer inspection, Amanda could see that they were actually roughly her age.

"What are you doing here?" The boy in front asked her. His words were slightly slurred and Amanda cringed when she smelt the alcohol on his breath.

"What do you mean?" She asked as politely as she could, keeping her voice steady.

"Well, you must be a horrible little brat if you have to work in this dump." The boy slurred again.

"Get out." Amanda said quickly.

"Now, why would I do that?" The boy grabbed her chin and forced to look at him.

It was at that moment that Delia bustled in with a tray of croissants to put on display.

"Get out." She told the group. They stood there. She growled the words again and something changed.

The boy seemed to recognise her and the group sprinted out of the cafe. Amanda turned to Delia. "I don't know how I can thank you."

"Get me a video of the Quidditch World Cup and we are done." Delia smiled. Amanda grinned easily and shook the woman's hand.

...

Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
I am a close relative of Harry, and after speaking with the people in charge of my community, we have come to an agreement that I will have custody of Harry for a week.
I will be picking him up next Sunday and will drop him off seven days later.
I hope to see you soon,
Amanda Potter

Amanda smiled as she reached the driveway of number four Privet Drive. She placed the letter through the slot in the door.

She looked up at one of the windows.