The next few days, Amy felt a lot more at ease. Moody had stopped being bitchy, her and the Weasleys had been getting on surprisingly well and Harry was to arrive later.
She was currently in her Ron's rooms with him and Hermione.
"Amy do you think you will be a prefect?" Hermione asked as she was folding the duvet cover on Ron's messy bed.
"Definitely not, have you seen my friend group?" She replied as she made a paper airplane out of a page she ripped from the daily prophet.
"Well I think me and Harry might have a chance." She said she arranged the pillows.
Amy looked to Ron who was sitting on the floor as he rolled his eyes as though he had heard this conversation a hundred times.
Hermione suddenly stopped and dropped the pillow onto the bed. "Do you hear that?" She asked them quietly.
Amy and Ron looked to each other confused as they did not hear anything.
"Probably just the sound of your ego inflating." Ron mumbled. Amy lightly chuckled to herself as she threw the paper airplane across the room. Suddenly she heard a faint creaking sound outside the door. Apparently Ron did too as he stood up.
The door of the room opened and Amy just about got a look at who it was before Hermione flung herself at him. Harry Potter was standing in the doorway and almost fell over from the sudden impact.
"Harry!" She exclaimed. Which caused Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, to excitedly zoom around the room.
"Ron, Amy, he's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless - but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got things to tell us - the Dementors! When we heard - and that Ministry hearing - it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just cant, there's provision in the Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life- threatening situations -"
"Let him breathe, Hermione." Said Ron, grinning as he closed the door behind Harry.
Still beaming, Hermione let go of Harry, but before she could say another word. Harry noticed the blonde standing behind them. "Amy.." he said softly as he smiled. "Harry." She returned with a small nod and matching smile. "How long have you been here?" He asked. "Only a few days.."
"Dumbledore thought it was best that you didn't receive our letters.." said Hermione rather breathlessly. Harry just slightly nodded. Amy could tell that the mood inside of him had changed.
"I think he thought you were safest with the Muggles -" Ron began.
"Yeah?" Said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "Have either of you been attacked by Dementors this summer?" He asked aiming the question at the two gryffindors.
"Well, no - but that's why he's had people from the Order of the Phoenix tailing you all the time."
"Didn't work that well, though, did it?" Harry asked. Amy could tell he was doing his upmost to keep his voice even. She knew because she had heard it many times before when her friends argue. "Had to look after myself after all, I guess you did too Amy?" He asked causing everyone to look at her.
She went to answer but knew that this was not her fight and was cut off by Hermione anyway.
"He was so angry," said Hermione, in almost an awestruck voice. "Dumbledore. We saw him. When he found out Mundungus had left before his shift ended. He was scary."
"Well I'm glad he left." Harry said coldly, "if he hadn't, I wouldn't have done magic and Dumbledore would probably have left me at Privet Drive all summer."
Amy knew she should leave and let the three friends figure this out together. But she too was just as curious as Harry and wanted answer too. She had never been Dumbledores biggest fan and she was glad to see that Harry was beginning to see him for what he was as well.
"Aren't you...aren't you worried about the Ministry of Magic hearing?" Hermione asked quietly.
"No." Harry said confidently, but everyone could tell he was lying. He walked away from them, looking around. "So why's Dumbledore been so keen to keep me in the dark?" Harry asked, still trying hard to keep his voice causal. "Did you - er - bother to ask him at all?"
Amy saw Ron and Hermione exchange glances which she could tell angered Harry even more. So she slightly cleared her throat and spoke up, "well - uh- if it makes you feel any better.." she began, "I know just as much as you - probably less actually, I mean, I don't even know why I was told to come here..." She said. Harry just looked to her and smiled slightly at her attempt of reassurance.
"We told Dumbledore we wanted to tell you what was going on," Ron said. "We did, mate. But he's really busy now, we've only seen him twice since we came here and he didn't have much time, he just made us swear not to tell you important stuff when we wrote, well he told us not to write at all as he was going to intercept your guys' owls.." he suddenly stopped.
Amy's head suddenly snapped up after hearing the end of that sentence. She saw how Ron looked worried and Hermione was giving him a glare. "What do you mean our owls?" Amy asked him with an attitude.
Ron started scratching the back of his neck while just about whispering a long, "uhhhhhhhhh"
Hermione just shook her head and turned to her, "I'm sorry Amy but he stopped yours and Harry's letters from arriving and sending incase anyone else got a hold of them, it was for safety and -"
"What?" Amy asked now pissed, "so all of my letters are sitting in Dumbledores shitty office?" She asked raising her voice slightly.
Hermione sighed then nodded. Amy was livid. She had been worried sick when she hadn't heard back from her friends and the thought of what could have happened to them kept her up all night. "What if something bad happened and I don't know because some asshole decided that I shouldn't get my letters because of some safety reason?" She asked looking between Ron and Hermione, who looked as though they would rather be anywhere else. "I'm really sorry Amy we wanted to -" Hermione started but Amy just interrupted her coldly, "forget it." She said as she walked across the room and left, purposely slamming the door behind her.
******
She was now standing out in the landing, looking down to the ground floor. She wasn't allowed in the dining room as there was some meeting taking place between the Order. But right now she didn't even want to be in the same room as them. This whole time she had been deprived of seeing her friends and now her letter had been taken away from her.
She heard shouting coming from the room she had just left and realised that Harry had finally snapped. She was glad that he was having some sort of back bone and sticking up for himself. She though he was up Dumbledores ass but guess not.
After the shouting had died down the door opened and Harry stepped out and stood with her. Ron and Hermione followed silently after and avoided eye contact with the first girl.
Suddenly, there were two loud cracks which started Amy, and Fred and George had materialised out of thin-air and were standing either side of Amy.
"Are you ever going to stop doing that?" Amy asked them.
"Of course not little serpent." Fred replied with a grin.
"You two passed your Apparition tests, then?" Asked Harry.
"With distinction," said Fred, who was holding what looked like a piece of very long, flesh-coloured string.
"It would have taken you thirty seconds to walk up here." Said Ron.
"Time is Galleons, little brother," said Fred. "Anyway, Harry, you're interfering with reception. Extendable Ears," he added as he saw Amy's confused face. He held up the string which Amy could now see was trailing down the stairs. "We're trying to hear what's going on downstairs."
"If mum sees that..." Ron started.
"It's worth the risk, that's a major meeting they're having." Said George.
Suddenly another ginger head joined us. " Oh, hello, Harry!" Said their younger sister, Ginny brightly. She turned to Fred and George, "it's a no-go with the Extendable Ears, there's an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door."
Fred heaved a deep sigh. "Shame. I really fancied finding out what old Snape's been up to."
"Snape?!" Amy and Harry said at the same time, "is he here?" Amy asked following the others who went back into Ron and Harry's room.
"Yeah," said George, carefully closing the door and sitting down on one of the beds; Fred and Ginny followed. "Giving a report. Top secret."
"Git." Said Fred idly.
"Isn't he on our side now?" Amy asked, knowing the answer but wondering what they might say.
Ron snorted, "yeah but doesn't stop him from being a git."
Amy wanted to change the subject, but was saved by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Uh oh."
Fred gave the Extendable Ear a hearty tug; there was another loud crack and he and George vanished. Seconds later, Mrs Weasley appeared in the bedroom doorway. "The meeting's over, you can come down and have dinner now. Everyone's dying to see you Harry."