Define Love

I was on my Nimbus 1000, flying across the sky like a bird, and I loved it. I was in my Gryffindor Quidditch robes and on my chest sat a shining Captain's badge. I grinned to myself and flew lower. I spotted the three goals looming just over my house and gripped the Quaffle under my arm. Remembering to keep it balanced precisely so it flew at the exact right angle, I tilted it in my palm and smacked it across the many fields towards the goal posts. I screamed with delight and heard applause below me as the Quaffle soared through the centre goal post.

James was hovering below me, grinning up at me and shouting, "That's my sister! The greatest Chaser in the world!!"

I felt on top of the world, nothing could ruin this breath taking feeling of winning a match. Nothing. That is, except a certain prat attempting to shove me out of my glorious dream.

"James! Leave me alone!" I shouted, keeping my eyes tight shut and clinging desperately onto the dream.

"I think she's a bit cranky, Prongs," someone laughed.

I groaned and turned over, my back facing whoever was there. I didn't need to look though, because I knew exactly who it was. I had already known that James was having friends over for the remainder of the summer, and it was of no surprise what so ever that he sent the one I hate most up to wake me.

I heard footsteps enter the room and someone snorted with laughter. "Amy!" James cooed as he pretended to sneak over to my bedside. "Wittle Amy darling! Time to get up!"

"No…sleep…" I sighed to myself, not caring that James was now chuckling hysterically, because my dream was beginning to come back to me. I smiled.

"Come see this, Padfoot. She's smiling," James whispered hoarsely to his companion.

"Aww, she's happy to us, Prongs," Sirius snorted.

I frowned to myself; I already knew why they had those silly nicknames, it just annoyed me so much that my famously attracted and brilliant big brother got to have a nickname and I didn't.

"Amy Lee Potter!" I heard mum explode from the bottom of the stairs. "You listen to your brother and get your lazy behind out of bed!"

I heard more silent laughter from James and Sirius before I sighed heavily, "Okay…I'm up, I'm up…"

I heaved my stiff body out of bed, not realising that I was wearing nothing but an old Chuddly Canons t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that never really got to James after mum bought them.

"Eeew!" Sirius squealed in a girly voice. "Amy! Wait til we leave before you decide to show your girly parts!"

"Amy!" Mum shouted from downstairs. "Don't strip in front of the boys! What are you thinking?!"

"Mum!" I squeaked, feeling my face flush. I ran to the top of the stairs and gestured to my pyjamas, "I am not stripping, Sirius is just being a prat."

"That's enough, he is our guest, be nice," Mum scolded me.

I rolled my eyes and trudged back to my room, where I attempted to climb back into bed but was held back by a pair of arms. "Now, Amy, dearest," Sirius sniggered as he held me to his chest. "Don't go back to bed! Go be a good girl and get dressed for your mummy."

I glared up at him, "Get your disgusting arms off me Black!" I started lashing out, biting, kicking, grabbing anything that might get Sirius off me.

"James! I'm being abused by your sister!" Sirius whined as he tried to keep a hold of me, but what they all didn't know was that I had been keeping up my Quidditch practises during the summer and my muscles were rather toned; so no Sirius Black could try to lift me up anymore. I was very proud of myself.

"Let her go, Padfoot," James smiled at me. "Amy go get dressed and we might play Quidditch later."

I grinned at him and ran to the bathroom. Though the door bounced back open slightly, allowing me to be able to hear every word that was said between James and Sirius.

"And we're waiting around here because…?" Sirius asked James.

I heard James sigh, "Mum said I've to make sure Amy gets dressed. You don't know her like I do. She'll fake going into the bathroom then run back to bed just as you start breakfast."

Sirius sighed, "So, what we doing today then?"

I rinsed my toothbrush and began brushing thoroughly on every set of teeth. I spat into the running water and bared my teeth in the mirror; they looked good enough. I rinsed and spat one more time and dried my face on a towel. I started up the shower, holding my hand under the water to wait for it to heat up.

"I don't know, we could go play Quidditch round the corner, or we could go swimming," James suggested. I liked the idea; after all, all we needed to do to go swimming was walk into the back garden. "Of course Amy will want to come too; she never passes up on swimming," James told Sirius. Ah…my brother knew me so well.

"And that's a bad thing?" Sirius laughed.

I heard a smack of a hand on a certain someone's shoulder and James told Sirius, "Don't go getting mental images! She's my baby sister!"

"Only a year younger…" I heard Sirius mutter, before the shower became too powerful for me to hear anymore.

Sirius's P.O.V.

I glared at James' back as he walked out Amy's room and headed downstairs. The first time I ever saw James and Amy together I knew that he was protective of her, one slight slip up with a sentence and James ate me. Now my arm really hurt.

I sighed to myself and was about to follow James out the door when something rather interesting caught my attention.

Steam began billowing out of the bathroom door and I wandered closer to the door to discover that Amy hadn't closed the door properly.

I walked over and was in the middle of closing over the door, because I'm such a considerate person, when I heard Amy humming from the shower. I smiled to myself and peeked my head in.

The shower glass was foggy with steam and just as I was going to give up and leave, Amy turned off the shower and stepped out of the shower.

I yelped and jumped away from the door, and I knew Amy heard me.

"Merlin! Black!" she screeched, I heard her fumbling around for a towel. "What the bloody hell are you doing! You perve!"

"I'm sorry! I was just closing the door!" I tried to reason with her. Amy threw open the bathroom door and marched into her room, holding her towel tight around her dripping body. I couldn't help noticing how small the towel actually was; it only covered down to Amy's knees. I felt my stomach churn at what James might say if he were to find out about this.

"Just wait till I tell James," Amy started for the door but I wrapped an arm around her and held her back.

"You don't want to do that," I warned her.

"Oh and why not?" she glared at me.

"Because it was just a misunderstanding and he'll just start arguing over nothing and we'll end up falling out and it will be all…your…fault," I knew my words were working when Amy looked down at her wet feet and gulped.

"Fine," she said abruptly, turning and heading for her wardrobe. "But if I ever catch you spying on me again I'll hex you into next century."

"I'll keep that in mind," I sniggered. Before I even had time to get out the room, however, Amy was already unravelling her towel and getting clothes on. I felt my cheeks flare and I ran from the room.