The Melting Ice

"Because they begged you to."

Amosta narrowed his eyes and stared into Amelia's brown eyes, which reflected the firelight and were almost identical to his own, trying to find a lie within them. But after a moment, his attempt ended in failure.

After a long silence, Amosta shook his head slightly, his voice lowering.

"Perhaps they don't understand how dangerous this is, Amelia. You know your parents have already lost one daughter. Do you want them to lose another at their age?"

"I already told you, they know everything."

Amelia's fists clenched tightly on her knees.

"They know the British wizarding world may be facing a war. But precisely because of that, we all agreed that I should return to Britain to help you, because you're the one in the greatest danger."

Amosta had to admit that he felt the warmth of family. But because of that, he was even less willing to indulge Amelia's decision to throw herself into the storm.

"No one can put me in danger, Amelia."

Amosta's tone was hard.

"Even if I truly were in danger, if I couldn't protect myself, then forgive me, Amelia, but what could you possibly do?"

"I can help you fight the Death Eaters, just like Remus and Sirius! I can join the Order of the Phoenix!"

A flush rose to Amelia's cheeks as she fired back.

"Oh, sorry—"

A headache came on for Amosta.

"The Order of the Phoenix isn't mine to run. I don't get to decide that."

"I know."

Amelia seemed to have expected him to say that. The moment he finished speaking, she replied quickly.

"So I plan to write to Mr. Dumbledore and ask him to let me join the Order of the Phoenix. This is my own decision. You have no right to interfere,