While my first Harry Potter story is not yet finished, I couldn't wait any longer to write this one. Hope you all enjoy! Characters, except for Amy and others, belong to JK Rowling.

Gray light was starting to spill into Dumbledore's quarters one morning as he rolled over onto his back. He let out a sigh of contentment as he turned his head to his right to see McGonagall sleeping peacefully beside him. He smiled at her and watched her sleep for a few seconds, taking in her innocence and vulnerability, which nobody had ever seen, and simply took it all in. He was about to kiss her good morning when he suddenly felt something jump at the foot of their bed. He saw McGonagall's eyes flutter open as it had disturbed her sleep, and met his gaze. Together the curiously lifted their heads high enough to see the end of their bed, and to their amusement, a little girl was perched there, staring at her grandparents, waiting for them to wake up.

Dumbledore and McGonagall chuckled as they both sat up in bed, and Dumbledore opened his arms for the toddler. With a very large grin, Amy crawled towards them, and then launched herself into Dumbledore's waiting arms. He held her in a loving embrace as he said aloud, "Good morning, Sweetheart. How are you this morning?"

"Good, Grampa," she answered him in a high pitched, little girl's voice. "Good morning, Grama!"

"Good morning, Sweetie," McGonagall replied, and the little girl went to hug her good morning too. "Are you hungry, Amy?"

The toddler nodded, and both grandparents looked at her tenderly. To them she was so precious, and because of her, both Dumbledore and McGonagall attempted tasks which they would never have dared to do before; such as when they got married and moved in together four years ago, or when they learned that work must come second now when it had always been their top priority in life.

With that Dumbledore and McGonagall pulled themselves out of bed and started getting ready. When both were dressed for the day, they came back into their room to find a little four year old curled up in the middle of their bed asleep. Shaking his head and chuckling at the same time, with the strength of a much younger man, he lifted Amy into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom so she could potty, and then to her bedroom which was next to their chamber, and helped her get ready. Dumbledore had to admit that she looked like a cute, little, life sized doll in her little bitty, purple robes. McGonagall met them at the door to Dumbledore's office, and together the family made their trip to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Amy had always loved to eat in the Great Hall because she loved interacting with her grandmother's Gryffindor students. On occasion, Amy would sit with students that McGonagall had selected for her to be around, and by sitting and eating with them; she made friends with most of the Gryffindor students. Most of the Gryffindor girls loved to be around her, but there were also some boys that enjoyed her company as well, like Bill and Charlie Weasley. Other students from other Houses loved to be around Amy too, and even some Slytherins found her cute to be around and play with.

This morning was no different. As the family walked into the Great Hall many students said good morning to the two professors; then smiled and waved to Amy. Before Dumbledore and McGonagall had the chance to circle around the Head Table to their seats, Amy tugged on her grandfather's robes and asked, "May I sit wif Bill and Cha'lie?"

Dumbledore chuckled, bent down, and kissed Amy on her forehead before he replied, "Of course, Sweetheart."

"Just be mindful and do as they say," McGonagall interjected as a precaution. Out of all her students, she trusted the Weasley boys the most with Amy. She knew that if there was a problem, they would do the right thing.

Amy beamed at her grandparents, hugged each of them, then scurried over to the Gryffindor Table, and climbed onto the stool, with Bill's help, and sat between him and his brother. Dumbledore and McGonagall both smiled at each other, and then took their places at the table and began eating.

They watched with amusement as Amy seemed to be the center of attention. As the Weasley boys got a plate of food ready for her, other students were talking to her. Occasionally, a student from another table would come over to see the toddler, and the Gryffindors would end up talking to those students, whom they never would have talked to otherwise. Only when a Slytherin would approach the table did the Gryffindors get somewhat defensive; however, they knew that the Slytherins only wanted to say hi to Amy, and they would allow them to do so without a word or, remarkably, a hex.

Dumbledore, McGonagall and the other teachers frequently discussed this at the Head Table that Amy was the force that bonded all the Houses together as it was supposed to be, and how the Founders had wanted it to be. All the professors were pleased with this, only Professor Snape appeared indifferent about it.

As the teachers continued to talk about it, Amy was being shown magic. Bill Levitated a piece of bacon into Charlie's mouth, and Charlie would then in turn refill Bill's goblet with water. Then another student caught Amy's attention as she Transfigured her fork into a rabbit. Amy giggled and clapped enthusiastically as she begged Bill, "More magic pwease!"

Bill laughed, thought for a second, and then aimed his wand at his brother. Amy laughed harder as she saw Charlie's turn from dark red to bright pink. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked up when they heard their granddaughter laughing, and couldn't help but laugh as well when they saw Charlie look around confused until someone pointed out his hot pink hair. Immediately Charlie pointed his wand at his hair to correct it, but ended up turning it brighter somehow. All the people that could Charlie were doubled over in laughter as Charlie stared helplessly up at McGonagall, silently pleading with her to change it back. Composing herself, she pointed her wand at Charlie's head, muttered the counter spell, and his hair suddenly changed back to red.

Charlie smiled to McGonagall in thanks, and then turned to his brother and mouthed, "I'll get you later!"

Amy was still giggling a little as she too looked up at her grandmother and smiled. McGonagall gave her a smile too and waved. Twenty minutes later the students started to disperse so that they could get to their classes on time. However, Gryffindor years five through seven had the next period as a free period, and during breakfast the Weasley boys had talked about practicing some Quidditch moves for the weekends up coming game against Ravenclaw. Amy had always been intrigued with flying, but her grandparents refused to let her fly since she was so young. This time however, she was going to fly with Bill and Charlie.

Once everyone had left, Dumbledore and McGonagall came to collect her. McGonagall had a third year class this period, so Amy would be spending the morning with her grandfather. McGonagall bent down and kissed her on the forehead before she said, "You be a good girl, do you hear?"

The little girl nodded in understanding and hugged her grandmother around the neck. Once McGonagall stood erect, Dumbledore took Amy's little hand in his and reassured his wife, "Don't worry, Minerva. She'll be fine. Now you better hurry, my dear, before the students go mad."

McGonagall snorted, kissed him on the cheek, and swiftly walked towards the doors, and then around the corner out of sight. Dumbledore picked Amy up into his arms and asked, "So since it's just us, what would you like to do this morning?"

It didn't take long for her to answer, "I want to fwy wif Bill and Cha'lie!"

Dumbledore peered at her for a moment before he said, "Amelia, you know you are too young to fly with the older kids. It's dangerous! Something bad could happen to you, and then what would Grama and I do? We would be very sad."

"I don't wanna make you and Grama sad, Grampa," Amy told him, burying her face into shoulder.

Dumbledore chuckled as he replied, "I know you don't, Sweetheart."

"But can't I just try fwying?" Amy asked. "Could I fwy low to da ground?"

As she spoke, she gave him that little puppy dog face that he simply couldn't resist. Finally he sighed in defeat and said, "Oh alright, but this will be our little secret. Your Grama doesn't need to know this or she will punish us both. Do you understand?"

Amy nodded enthusiastically. Reluctantly, Dumbledore carried Amy out to the Quidditch pitch where some of the Gryffindor Quidditch team was practicing. When they caught sight of the Headmaster and Amy coming onto the field, they all landed in the middle of the pitch.

Dumbledore and Amy met them there, and Bill shook Dumbledore's hand and said, "Good morning, sir. What can we do for you?"

"Well, Mr. Weasley, it appears that you've gotten my granddaughter all excited about flying," Dumbledore sighed, eyeing Bill over the tops of his half-moon spectacles. "Now all she wants to do his fly. I was hoping that you could help me keep an eye out for her, and be careful with the Bludgers."

"Yes, sir," Bill agreed, and then yelled to his team, "did you all hear that? Be careful when you fly, and where you hit the Bludgers."

His team nodded their heads in understanding, and then resumed their practice. Dumbledore conjured a small broom that Amy could maneuver, and placed a charm on it so that it couldn't go over three feet high or over ten miles an hour. Once he was finished, he placed Amy on top of it, and squealing with delight, took straight off. She was entertained with the child-proof broom for a while until she started to watch the players. She saw how they did fancy moves and went incredibly fast, and she wanted to do that, but try as she might, her broom wouldn't do any of that stuff. With all her might, she closed her eyes and wished that her broom would do what Bill's and Charlie's were doing. Then suddenly she felt the broom start to rise. Opening her eyes again, she saw that she was just a few feet below Bill. She felt so free up here, and she instantly loved it. She was so excited to be up this far, that she flew over to Bill and squealed, "Look at me, Bill! Hello!"

Startled, Bill whipped around to face her just as one of the Beaters sent a Bludger his way. Bill screamed a warning, and Dumbledore looked up just in time to see Amy in the path of the oncoming Bludger. Despite his cries of warning to both Amy and Bill, both were frozen in mid-air with shock and horror as they both knew what would happen. Not really thinking about magic, only Amy's safety, Dumbledore conjured a broom for himself, and raced the Bludger to Amy. Mere seconds before the Bludger was about to hit Amy head-on, Dumbledore pushed Amy out of the way, and the Bludger hit him in the shoulder. There was a sickening crunch, and Dumbledore let out a cry of pain that made Amy cringe.

When they landed, all the Gryffindor team landed around them, and Dumbledore asked Amy, his face pale, sweaty, and contorted with pain, "Are you alright, Sweetheart?"

Amy nodded, but then whimpered, "Are you hurt, Grampa?"

Dumbledore was shaking by this point, and he looked as if he was about to pass out. Slowly he shook his head and attempted a smile as he said, "No, Amy, I'm fine."

Amy may have only been four, but she had a deep connection with her grandparents and could tell something was wrong. She moved around to look at his back and saw his left shoulder bleeding. Not really thinking about what she was doing, she placed her hands on his shoulder and wished that her Grampa would feel better. Almost immediately, she felt something tingly flow through her fingertips, and Dumbledore felt something warm and comfortable start spreading through his throbbing shoulder, and then to his neck, ribs, and back. It only lasted a minute, but when the sensation stopped, his shoulder didn't hurt him anymore. In fact, had he not known better, he would have thought that his shoulder had never been broken.

He turned around to see what had caused this, and saw Amy sitting on the ground looking as if she was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, he knew what had taken place; what Amy had done. Quickly picking her up, he rushed to the Hospital Wing pleading over and over to her, "Don't fall asleep, Amy! Please, don't fall asleep, Sweetheart!"


McGonagall burst into the Hospital Wing looking wildly around the room in search of her husband and her granddaughter. Finally in her hysteria she spotted the both of them in the end bed with Madam Pomfrey leaning over Amy, running her wand up and down Amy's body. She quickly jogged down the aisle of beds, and before she got to Amy's bed she quietly demanded, "What happened, Albus!"

Dumbledore slowly turned around to face the wrath of his wife. He cringed at the fire blazing in her eyes, the tautness of her mouth, and the rigid outline of her stance. In short, she was livid. He may be the most powerful wizard alive, but he still feared his wife. Speaking softly so as not to disturb Amy he whispered, "We had a flying accident and…."

"We had a flying accident?" McGonagall asked, fuming even more at the prospect that her husband had allowed Amy to fly which both of them knew was off limits. "Whatever do you mean, Albus?"

Dumbledore exhaled deeply in exasperation and explained, "After breakfast, she overheard the Weasley boys talking about going over some Quidditch moves during their free period. Amy wanted to fly, and she proposed that she only be allowed to fly so high. Well, I thought about it, so I charmed her broom to only go about three feet high and only about ten miles per hour. It worked for a while, but then she somehow was able to climb higher. I couldn't believe it when I saw her. Then when she was up there, Bill was practicing with a Beater, and the Beater hit a Bludger towards him. Unfortunately, neither the Beater nor Bill noticed that Amy was in the way of the Bludger until after he hit it. Bill and Amy become aware of the Bludger, but both were too afraid to move. So I conjured a broom and flew up to Amy, and got myself between her and the Bludger. It hit me in the shoulder, and when we landed I thought I was going to pass out. Then I felt a nice, warm sensation going through my upper body, and when it was over I was completely healed. However, when I turned around to see what had caused it, Amy was sitting on the ground looking as if she was going to sleep. Immediately I knew what had happened, and I raced her up here to the Hospital Wing to see Poppy, who has confirmed my belief."

"You have a very powerful little girl on your hands, Minnie," Madam Pomfrey added, studying the confused and scared look on McGonagall's face.

"Well," McGonagall demanded after a few seconds, "what happened? What did Amy do?"

"She healed me, Minerva," Dumbledore explained, sharing a look with the MediWitch. "She's only four. That's incredible power, even for me."

McGonagall sat down on the edge of the bed beside Amy's and simply stared at her husband and friend. She thought for a moment before she asked, "Is it a gift or was it a simple case of Wish Magic. She obviously wished you were better and that's what happened, you got better." Then taking a deep breath she asked, "You are better, aren't you, Albus?"

"Yes, my dear," he answered her as he bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm perfectly alright. Poppy has checked me over already, and said I was in perfect condition. However, Poppy and I don't think it was simply Wish Magic."

McGonagall nodded, and then looking at her granddaughter she asked, "Is she going to be alright though, Poppy?"

"I believe so," she said, peering at the little girl sleeping peacefully. "She appears to be strong. She just needs plenty of rest. She spent a good deal of magic that most mature wizards don't even have. I would also recommend that she not use any kind of magic for about two weeks, and that she take it easy. As a result of young children using so much magic at one time, it may cause her to become sick, suffer fatigue, loss of appetite, or aching joints and muscles."

Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other for a moment as they shared an understanding that it would be very hard to keep Amy still. She was a very active and curious child. She wouldn't be very happy with them for the next two weeks.

Thirty minutes later, McGonagall had to go back to her classroom to teach a fifth year class, and Madam Pomfrey had a group of Gryffindor and Slytherin sixth year boys come in to remove some hexes after getting into a fight with each other. This left Amy and Dumbledore alone together. Dumbledore stroked Amy's hair and whispered softly to her, "I have a feeling that we are going to be doing a lot of this as you get older. Please try to not make this a habit."