Chapter 5 : 05. First Date?
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The bike ride to the theatre took all of twenty minutes. It wasn't super hot that day, and Amelia and Albus took their time, so they arrived at the theatre with only ten minutes before the movie came on. Albus had wanted to see a horror film called the White Plague, but Amelia shot it down quickly. She didn't need nightmares.
Instead, they were watching a new animated film that looked promising, about a young princess fighting for her kingdom. She wasn't sure exactly how excited Albus was for the movie-it wasn't really something a fifteen year old boy watched, but he seemed fine with it.
The line wasn't very long, since it was the mid-day showing, so they got their tickets and concessions (which Albus wouldn't let Amelia pay for) and found a spot in the barely-there crowd. Amelia couldn't help looking over at Albus every so often. He seemed so focused on the screen that she was shocked when he held her hand.
She was glad it was mostly dark in the theatre, because her face was flushed. He was holding her hand. She wanted to squeal, but decided against it, seeing as not only would it freak Albus out, but the other movie-goers wouldn't appreciate it either.
Did this mean he wanted to be her boyfriend? Or was it just a 'we're at the movies so why not' type thing? She smiled to herself when he didn't let go when the movie was over, and they left their bikes chained where they were and walked around town.
Then someone flashed a camera. Albus stopped, looking around. "Come on Al, it's probably just a tourist or something." He slowly nodded and walked with her again.
Another flash of a camera. Albus stopped and turned around. "We should go home," he said, in a falsely light voice. Amelia tried to ask him what was wrong, but he wouldn't answer her. When they got back to their bikes, he fumbled with the keys so much Amelia had to take over.
"Tell me what's going on, Al."
"I can't," he said.
"I'm sick of that. I'm sick of I can't, of the lies and secrets."
He put the chain away, glaring at her. "Fine, you want the truth? Do you? I'm a wizard, my dad is a war hero and celebrity, and that is the wizard paparazzi trying to get a picture of us. Happy?"
She shook her head. "God Albus. I'm sorry I even tried. I thought you liked me." She got on her bike and pedaled as quickly as she could. Albus kept up with her easily, but she ignored everything he said. When they made it to their street, she practically jumped off her bike, letting it drop to the ground, and ran inside, slamming the door in Albus' face.
She avoided Albus for the next two weeks. She wouldn't talk to him, even closing the door when she answered and saw who it was. She mostly sat and watched telly, because Albus was always outside, waiting on her.
She just couldn't believe he wouldn't trust her. What was his problem? She knew she would have to face him eventually, though, so she went over to his house and knocked on the door bright and early August third.
It was Mr. Potter who answered the door. "Hi Mr. Potter, is Albus home?"
He looked at her. He was so much like Albus-well, it was really the other way around, she guessed- but different too. "Amelia, I don't think that's a good idea." He looked around, as if expecting someone else to be with her.
"Please, I—I mean he – We need…" she shook her head. "Please Mr. Potter."
He swallowed. "It's Harry, I've told you. And now isn't the best time for someone like you to be here." He looked around again.
"Okay," she said as she turned around and left. Someone like her? What did that mean? She hadn't made it to the end of the drive way though, before the door opened again.
"Amelia," called Mr. Potter. She turned to face him. "I'm sorry, it's just not a good time. Come back later, okay?"
She nodded, not sure she would. Not that it would matter, because Albus was at her house later that day. He kept looking around like his dad. "Can I come in, please?"
She moved over and let him in the house. He went to the living room and shut all the blinds. "Look about the other day, I'm sorry. I was upset. But you have to believe me…" He took a deep breath. "Dad gave me permission…you have to understand I'm breaking several laws…not here or now, because they're watching us closely, but in about a week, okay?"
"You sound like a mad man Al."
"I'm sorry. I can't explain properly, I know. Just…trust me on this. Okay, come over in a few days when things have died down. Dad will be there too, he said he would need to be since he's an Auror." Albus was up and moving to the front door.
"Amelia, I'm only doing this because I love you."
And he was out the door and to his house.
All she could do was stare at the spot he had been.
He loved her?
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