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published. So please don't sue me!
A/N: OK peoples, please R&R. If I get seven reviews, I will post the next chapter (which is being written right now!). Okay, on with the show! Oh, and + means a flashback.
1 Cousins
Chapter 1: Amber
1.1
1.2 Well, here it is, the Hogwarts Express.' Amber Weasley (A/N: you'll find out later) thought as she stared at the train in awe. She had wanted to go to Hogwarts for the three years that she had known she was a witch. Amber had gone to a three-year wizardry school in the United States, it was in Maine, where she was from (she lived right outside of Boston). Although it was only three years, people started when they were twelve, not eleven and it was very advanced so they learned all that the Hogwarts students learned in their first four years. Because of this, Amber was going into her fifth year. 'I hope that there are enough chances to cause trouble here!' Unknown to her, she had inherited the same gene that her cousins Fred and George had inherited for wreaking havoc.
She boarded the train. All the cabins were full except for one at the back. She opened the door walked in.
"Hi, I'm Amber. Can I sit in here? All the other cabins are full."
"Sure!" 'Well, seeing as she is already in here, and she is also an American (judging from her accent), and Americans are known for their temper, so why not? Thought Hermione. "I'm Hermione Granger. Are you new?" Said a girl that was about five inches shorter than Amber (Amber, like most of the others in her family, was incredibly tall for, 5'10" to be exact)
"Yes, I am. I came from a three-year school in America. I'm going to be a fifth year here because my school was advanced or something." Replied Amber.
"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley." Said a boy that looked very much like Amber, except for their eyes, Ambers were brown unlike Ron's blue ones. 'Maybe I should mess with ol' Ronnie's head, just 'forget' to tell him that my last name is the same as his and, oh, that I'm his cousin. After all, he won't remember me, the last time we saw each other was when we were, like three.' Thought Amber with a smirk and a glimmer in her eye.
"And I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." Said a boy with very messy black hair green eyes, and a very thin lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Amber's eyes flicked to his scar and her hand shot to her forehead, remembering how she got her own.
"Hi." Amber said, "Sick (in the cool kind of way) scar."
"Yours is 'rad' too."
"No, Kayla!" (A/N: She is not insane! Keep on reading to find out what she means) She whispered. A scene came to her mind as clear as it was yesterday.
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"Everyone off of the bus! Everyone off!" Her band director was yelling. There was no electricity. It had been cut off when the bus had started to roll over. Amber checked her watch. 4:30 AM Eastern time. They were somewhere in Nova Scotia, so it would be 5:30 AM here. The sun was just rising. She was looking around as she exited the bus, looking for her best friend, calling her name. "Kayla! Kayla! Can you hear me? KAYLA!" Once she got outside, she sat down with some of her other friends, sobbing. Her head dropped to her hands. She felt something sticky on her face. There was a long gash running vertically down her forehead, sticky from her own blood. "KAYLA!" She screamed in one last attempt to find her friend before she blacked out.
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Amber snapped out of the day-mare (ok, she was daydreaming, but it wasn't exactly nice) because she knew what would happen and couldn't bear to live through it again. She sat down quickly, knowing she would faint if she didn't. She quickly wiped away a tear and blinked furiously so she would not start crying.
"Is something wrong, Amber? You whispered someone's name and then started staring into space." Asked Hermione.
"No, no, I was just recalling how I got this scar." Came Amber's response.
"Not by someone trying to curse you, right?" Asked Ron, with a glare from Harry.
"No, something much worse." She dropped her head into her hands and covered her eyes with her left hand again. Because of this, she did not notice the quizzical look Harry was giving her.
The train came to a sudden stop. Hermione and Amber, who were sitting on one side of the cabin, flew across the cabin and right into Ron and Harry. Hermione landed in Harry's lap and Amber in Ron's. 'Oh great, just what I need, I fall into my cousins lap and he doesn't know we're related.'
"Well, well, well. What do we have in here? Our ickle Ronnikins and, what is this an American?" Said Fred Weasley as he and his twin brother George walked into the cabin.
"Hi, I'm Amber." Was all Amber said in response to this.
"Soon to be Mrs. Amber Weasley." Amber heard George whisper to Ron. With that, Amber started rolling around on the floor and was cracking up. She simply couldn't keep control. 'If only they knew, oh if only they knew.' As she noticed the odd stares she was getting, and Ron's hurt gaze (he didn't understand why a girl would reject him publicly after only knowing him for an hour or two), she began to regain herself.
"Sorry, and don't take it personally, Ron. It's just that, oh well, I'll just let you find that out for yourself tomorrow."
"Amber, I presume?" Said and old man with long silver hair, a long silver beard, and half moon spectacles. Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes."
"Come with me, you too, Miss Granger."
So Amber and Hermione followed Professor Dumbledore to his office where he gestured for them to sit down.
"Because you are older then the first years, we thought you might be a little embarrassed to be sorted with them. You will be sorted here and then Hermione will show you how to get to the great hall." So Amber sat down while Dumbledore put the sorting hat on head. It was so big on her that it fell to just beneath her eyes.
"Hmm. Weasley, right? Very mischievous, just like your cousins Fred and George. Brave at heart, must be, to have gone through what you've gone through. Well, I really don't have any choice on this one, I mean your whole family is in. GRYFFINDOR!"
"Well, no surprise there." Dumbledore said as he smiled at Amber who grinned back, "Your cousins should take care of you, after all, I believe you have every class with one of them."
"Is there something going on that I don't know about? I mean, who are your cousins anyway?" Hermione asked as they walked to the great hall.
"Um, well, yea. I'm okay, you're not going to believe this, I'm Ron's cousin."
"NO WAY!"
"Yea, Amber Weasley."
"That is HYSTERICAL! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out!"
"Don't tell him, though. I want him to find out tomorrow, first class, when they take attendance. Now THAT would be FUNNY!"
"I guess that explains the whole 'Mrs. Amber Weasley' thing on the train" was the last thing Hermione said before they entered the great hall and sat down next to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. The sorting was just ending when they got there, and Dumbledore was in the middle of his announcements.
"I'm in Gryffindor!" Amber whispered excitedly to Harry, Ginny, and Ron.
"Let the feast begin!" Said Dumbledore at the end of his announcements and food magically appeared on the golden platters before them.
A/N: Okay, so end chapter one. How did Amber get her scar? And what is the dark secret in her past? Review (remember at least seven) so I will put up the next chapter.
A/N: OK peoples, please R&R. If I get seven reviews, I will post the next chapter (which is being written right now!). Okay, on with the show! Oh, and + means a flashback.
1 Cousins
Chapter 1: Amber
1.1
1.2 Well, here it is, the Hogwarts Express.' Amber Weasley (A/N: you'll find out later) thought as she stared at the train in awe. She had wanted to go to Hogwarts for the three years that she had known she was a witch. Amber had gone to a three-year wizardry school in the United States, it was in Maine, where she was from (she lived right outside of Boston). Although it was only three years, people started when they were twelve, not eleven and it was very advanced so they learned all that the Hogwarts students learned in their first four years. Because of this, Amber was going into her fifth year. 'I hope that there are enough chances to cause trouble here!' Unknown to her, she had inherited the same gene that her cousins Fred and George had inherited for wreaking havoc.
She boarded the train. All the cabins were full except for one at the back. She opened the door walked in.
"Hi, I'm Amber. Can I sit in here? All the other cabins are full."
"Sure!" 'Well, seeing as she is already in here, and she is also an American (judging from her accent), and Americans are known for their temper, so why not? Thought Hermione. "I'm Hermione Granger. Are you new?" Said a girl that was about five inches shorter than Amber (Amber, like most of the others in her family, was incredibly tall for, 5'10" to be exact)
"Yes, I am. I came from a three-year school in America. I'm going to be a fifth year here because my school was advanced or something." Replied Amber.
"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley." Said a boy that looked very much like Amber, except for their eyes, Ambers were brown unlike Ron's blue ones. 'Maybe I should mess with ol' Ronnie's head, just 'forget' to tell him that my last name is the same as his and, oh, that I'm his cousin. After all, he won't remember me, the last time we saw each other was when we were, like three.' Thought Amber with a smirk and a glimmer in her eye.
"And I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." Said a boy with very messy black hair green eyes, and a very thin lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Amber's eyes flicked to his scar and her hand shot to her forehead, remembering how she got her own.
"Hi." Amber said, "Sick (in the cool kind of way) scar."
"Yours is 'rad' too."
"No, Kayla!" (A/N: She is not insane! Keep on reading to find out what she means) She whispered. A scene came to her mind as clear as it was yesterday.
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"Everyone off of the bus! Everyone off!" Her band director was yelling. There was no electricity. It had been cut off when the bus had started to roll over. Amber checked her watch. 4:30 AM Eastern time. They were somewhere in Nova Scotia, so it would be 5:30 AM here. The sun was just rising. She was looking around as she exited the bus, looking for her best friend, calling her name. "Kayla! Kayla! Can you hear me? KAYLA!" Once she got outside, she sat down with some of her other friends, sobbing. Her head dropped to her hands. She felt something sticky on her face. There was a long gash running vertically down her forehead, sticky from her own blood. "KAYLA!" She screamed in one last attempt to find her friend before she blacked out.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Amber snapped out of the day-mare (ok, she was daydreaming, but it wasn't exactly nice) because she knew what would happen and couldn't bear to live through it again. She sat down quickly, knowing she would faint if she didn't. She quickly wiped away a tear and blinked furiously so she would not start crying.
"Is something wrong, Amber? You whispered someone's name and then started staring into space." Asked Hermione.
"No, no, I was just recalling how I got this scar." Came Amber's response.
"Not by someone trying to curse you, right?" Asked Ron, with a glare from Harry.
"No, something much worse." She dropped her head into her hands and covered her eyes with her left hand again. Because of this, she did not notice the quizzical look Harry was giving her.
The train came to a sudden stop. Hermione and Amber, who were sitting on one side of the cabin, flew across the cabin and right into Ron and Harry. Hermione landed in Harry's lap and Amber in Ron's. 'Oh great, just what I need, I fall into my cousins lap and he doesn't know we're related.'
"Well, well, well. What do we have in here? Our ickle Ronnikins and, what is this an American?" Said Fred Weasley as he and his twin brother George walked into the cabin.
"Hi, I'm Amber." Was all Amber said in response to this.
"Soon to be Mrs. Amber Weasley." Amber heard George whisper to Ron. With that, Amber started rolling around on the floor and was cracking up. She simply couldn't keep control. 'If only they knew, oh if only they knew.' As she noticed the odd stares she was getting, and Ron's hurt gaze (he didn't understand why a girl would reject him publicly after only knowing him for an hour or two), she began to regain herself.
"Sorry, and don't take it personally, Ron. It's just that, oh well, I'll just let you find that out for yourself tomorrow."
"Amber, I presume?" Said and old man with long silver hair, a long silver beard, and half moon spectacles. Professor Dumbledore.
"Yes."
"Come with me, you too, Miss Granger."
So Amber and Hermione followed Professor Dumbledore to his office where he gestured for them to sit down.
"Because you are older then the first years, we thought you might be a little embarrassed to be sorted with them. You will be sorted here and then Hermione will show you how to get to the great hall." So Amber sat down while Dumbledore put the sorting hat on head. It was so big on her that it fell to just beneath her eyes.
"Hmm. Weasley, right? Very mischievous, just like your cousins Fred and George. Brave at heart, must be, to have gone through what you've gone through. Well, I really don't have any choice on this one, I mean your whole family is in. GRYFFINDOR!"
"Well, no surprise there." Dumbledore said as he smiled at Amber who grinned back, "Your cousins should take care of you, after all, I believe you have every class with one of them."
"Is there something going on that I don't know about? I mean, who are your cousins anyway?" Hermione asked as they walked to the great hall.
"Um, well, yea. I'm okay, you're not going to believe this, I'm Ron's cousin."
"NO WAY!"
"Yea, Amber Weasley."
"That is HYSTERICAL! I can't wait to see the look on his face when he finds out!"
"Don't tell him, though. I want him to find out tomorrow, first class, when they take attendance. Now THAT would be FUNNY!"
"I guess that explains the whole 'Mrs. Amber Weasley' thing on the train" was the last thing Hermione said before they entered the great hall and sat down next to Harry, Ginny, and Ron. The sorting was just ending when they got there, and Dumbledore was in the middle of his announcements.
"I'm in Gryffindor!" Amber whispered excitedly to Harry, Ginny, and Ron.
"Let the feast begin!" Said Dumbledore at the end of his announcements and food magically appeared on the golden platters before them.
A/N: Okay, so end chapter one. How did Amber get her scar? And what is the dark secret in her past? Review (remember at least seven) so I will put up the next chapter.