Chapter 7 : 07. I Love You
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She spent more time at the Potter house after that, and while they were encouraged to not do magic around her, Albus and Lily would often entertain her with things they had learned in first year. Once Mr. Potter had ensured the paparazzi were gone for the time being, they were able to go back outside and into town again.
Time seemed to move so fast, no matter how slow Amelia wanted it to go. When the 25th of August came around and Albus yet again reminded her he would be leaving in a few days, she groaned. "Al, couldn't you just stay here and go to school with me?"
She knew it would never happen, that it would be impossible. Albus needed to go back to his school and learn how to do so many amazing things.
He nudged her in the side. "Cheer up, I don't like you being like this." He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. "I know what'll help, let's go to town and watch a movie."
They raced to town on their bikes, and by the time they made it to the cinema, they realized they had no clue what movies were out. "I bet The Armory would be good," he said, but Amelia shook her head. "No way, Dating 101."
"But that's a girls movie, Lia," Albus whined. "And every movie we've watched has been a girls movie. The Armory, please?" He gave her the puppy dog look, which made her give in.
"Fine," she said and he grinned. He bought their tickets and concessions, and they walked into the dark theatre. It was the first showing on Thursday, so the theatre was empty, save for the two of them. She laid her head over on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.
"I'm going to miss you, Al," she whispered.
"I'll miss you too," he replied. The movie started then, and he stroked her hair. "I've had an amazing summer because of you, Amelia. I don't really have many friends at school, because of dad and stuff, and I'm just really glad I met you. I love you."
Every time he told her that, she felt something in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know what it was, but it made her happy, and just a little afraid. He didn't expect her to say it back, though, which was good.
"I'll wait, you know. I'll be back at Christmas, and we can write. This doesn't have to end."
"I couldn't ask you to do that, Albus. There will be a pretty girl that you like there, and I can't ask you to just look the other way."
"But you aren't asking me, I'm telling you what I'll do," he said. She looked over at him. He leaned in and kissed her, and her eyes fluttered shut.
So much for watching a movie.
This was it, the day he left. It wasn't fair. She wanted to keep him to herself. He was hers, and that made her happy.
He had even bought her an owl (an owl! Her parents had been confused and a little upset, but allowed her to keep it), and explained that she just had to write his name on the parchment, and Hogwarts and the owl would deliver the letter.
It was a tawny owl. When he asked what she would name the owl, she couldn't decide. A dog or cat she could name easy, but an owl was an unusual pet, but she finally decided on Cinder.
They were at Kings Cross now, standing in front of a barrier. He was explaining he went through it and onto the platform, which she could barely believe. She couldn't go through, but was to wait on Mr. and Mrs. Potter to come out, just after eleven.
She watched as first Lily and James disappeared, then a few more students. Mr. Potter glanced around and looked at Albus. "Five minutes." Albus nodded.
She only had five more minutes with him. He put his hand on her cheek again, gently stroking it. "It's only a few weeks, really. The time will go by before we realize, and I'll be back."
She couldn't say anything. He leaned in and kissed her again, knowing this one had to count, this one had to last, because it would be the last touch they would have for months.
"I'll write as often as I can," he said. He pulled away slowly, walking over to the barrier. "I love you."
She looked at him for a moment, and then followed what she had knew all along.
"I love you too, Albus," she said.
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