Harry and Dumbledore had been having a hard time since they said Lord Voldemort was back. One night in the common room Harry came up to talk to me. "I believe you, you know," I said after a long pause of silence. "You do," He said, turning to me. I shrugged and smiled at the corner of my mouth. He smiled back and then asked, "Why though? I swear I've given perfectly good reasoning, but nobody else does!" I laid my hand on his arm and turned round. "Because, I trust what you say!" I said.
"Dumbledore told me you would believe me." He said. Dumbledore and dad where the only people who knew about mum.
I walked along the stone corridor to the gryffin entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Earwig clusters" I said. The gryffin swivelled to reveal the secret staircase. I walked up the marble stairs to the large wooden door. It creaked open and I stepped inside the office. "Amy!" Dumbledore cried. I nodded my head. "Sir," I said, "Harry really needs to know, please let me tell him!" Dumbledore shook his head, "My dear, if your father would allow, I would indeed permit it." I took a step towards his desk. "It's for his own good, please sir!" Dumbledore stepped out from behind his desk and came face to face with me. He rested his hand on my shoulder and looked down on me, "Perhaps now is not the best time!" We left it at that and I turned and left.