Okay, shoot me with a nail gun (Pickle Fritters!), for not finishing a story and then adding another one. This will be the WEIRDEST non-humor story you will ever read. Really, I'm not kidding. It's Harry Potter and Warriors. How weirder could you get? And why am I insane?
SUMMARY: Amberheart is the only one to save not only her world, but the world of wizards, too. She embarks on a great journey, there's romance, action, adventure, and she learns secrets about her past that she shouldn't of known. Right. Yeah. Harry Potter people! MAKE SURE YOU'VE READ THEM ALL!
A Tale of Amber-Prologue
In the starry sky, a skinny man with half-moon spectacles and a blue she-cat conversed. Other cats looked silently at the two, silver stars dotting their pelts. Dark blue eyes met light blue ones, grass silently hissing beneath their feet. They continued talking, but both were tense, ready to spring away or battle for their lives if necessary.
"Well, Dumbledore, you see our predicament. We have traitors in our midst, and you are waging war with Voldemort, and our warrior can help both of us. She needs to learn magic, though, to be able to be of any use. She knows enough to go into her seventh year, and we shall walk in her dreams, helping her when necessary." The silver-blue she-cat said. She never blinked, and held her dignity.
"Ah yes," he replied, "We need this cat. She shall be of much help, and if you could help me, I will walk her dreams, too, and she shall learn from the best. Bluestar, when shall she arrive? How will you tell Professor McGonagle? There will be quite a stir, considering we haven't had a student suddenly arrive since I became headmaster!" he raised his eyebrows, and looked inquisitive.
"All taken care of. We must go, the sun rises soon, and we fade in the morning mist. Dumbledore, good luck. We shall contact you to tell you how to walk in dreams." She replied, standing up, starting to turn around to head back to her Clan mates.
Dumbledore stopped her, and asked a final question, "What is her name?"
Bluestar slowly turned around, and whispered, "Amberheart," before fading.
Dumbledoor IS NOT DEAD, but for this story, he is. w00t! Pro-magig! Whee!
Aneis