Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter. I'm not J.K. Rowling. (I wish I were...) But I do own Amber Dietrich :)

Chapter One.

I wish I were the master of my mind.

The only thing Amber Dietrich had been really sure of was that her life really couldn't get any suckier. But once again, she'd spoken to soon.

"Miss Dietrich, what in Merlin's name are you doing out off your dormitory so late?" Amber froze when she heard Professor Longbottom's voice boom behind her, she slowly turned around to face him.

"Ohm… I just... I needed a walk... to ohm, clear my head –"

"And you couldn't do that tomorrow?"

"I ... I couldn't sleep..." Amber admitted in a whisper.

"Walking around after bedtime is breaking the rules Miss Dietrich, and I advise you to go back to your house right away, so I don't have to give you detention for this."

Amber sighed, "Yeah, I will be going then… Thank you professor. Goodnight." She turned around and started walking away. Okay, sometimes she could be terrible lucky, he had seriously not given her detention? Not even taken a single point from her? Since when was she so luck–

"Miss Dietrich, shouldn't you be in bed?" Oh, Merlin. Big. Stupid. Mouth.

"Professor McGonagall," she bit her lip and once again turned around to face another one of her teachers.

"Why are you not in your dormitory? And in your bed?"

"I..." she stuttered,

"I went for a walk…"

"At three A.M?" McGonagall asked her skeptically. "I'm sorry to say that I'll have to take ten points from Gryffindor –"

"But –"

"Miss Dietrich, you should go now, or I'll have to take more -" Amber sighed half angrily and half tiredly,

"Yeah. Goodnight then, Professor McGonagall."

"Goodnight, Miss Dietrich."

Amber started to walk faster and faster away from where her Professor had been standing, hoping she wouldn't run into more teachers. She'd been dumb going for a walk so late, of course she would get caught.

"Moonlight," She said to the half-asleep Fat Lady portrait.

"Good gracious, what are you doing out so late?" The portrait yawned.

"Just let me in already" Amber sighed frustrated.

"Well, you shouldn't have been out."

"Moonlight," Amber demanded again, finally the Lady sighed before she moved to the side to let her in.

"Stupid kids, always waking me up –"

Amber looked around the empty Gryffindor sitting room, when the portrait closed again. Her bed was probably a lot comfier then one off those chairs, but she still wasn't tired so going up to her room and probably waking up all the other girls, with her clumsiness – Yeah, sitting by the fireplace, sounded a lot better.

Rose Weasley rose early from sleep as always. Quickly pulled some clean school robes from her trunk, as quietly as she could, not wanting to wakeup anyone off her sleeping friends. She slid the rope on over her pink t-shirt and next pulled up some white socks on. She looked around the room everyone was still fast asleep.

Knowing there were still two hours until classes would start, she grabbed a book from her night desk and walked outside the room and down into the Gryffindor sitting room.

"Amber?" She half laughed when she saw one off her best friends, Amber Dietrich sleeping in one off the red chairs in front off the fireplace, her head lying on her shoulder.

"Amber," she said again and nudged the sleeping girl.

"Just ten minutes longer daddy –"

"Sleepyhead, it's Rose. I'm not your dad" Rose laughed and nudged her again. Suddenly Amber's eyes flew open.

"What? Oh, Rose, hi? What are you doing in my room – Wait, where am I?"

"Slow down, Amby," Rose laughed "You're down in the sitting room, you must've dozen of here." Rose quickly explained.

"Yeah…" Amber said as the memories from her night-walk entered her head again. "Yeah… Okay. Hi!" she finally said and smiled at her friend as Rose sat down in another chair versus her. "Why are you awake anyways Rose?" she asked and combed through her blond hair with her fingers.

"You know me, I always get up this early." Rose waved her book in front of Amber "I like to be able to read early in the mornings… When everything is so peaceful, and usually there isn't a drooling blonde asleep here so –"

"I don't drool in my sleep!" Amber snapped.

"Oh, then what is that white thing you've got smeared over your face?"

Amber blushed a bit before running her hands over her face. "Whatever redhead, is the book any good?"

"Actually yes, so if you don't mind, I'm going to keep reading?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna go upstairs and sleep for an hour more, see you at breakfast?"

"Yeah, okay." Rose smiled as she watched Amber disappear up the stairs.

She tried to turn her attention towards her book, but instead memories over took her head.

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat finally yelled and Rose quickly pulled him off and handed him back to Professor Longbottom, who smiled at her. She looked around; claps were coming from one of the tables from the middle, The Gryffindor Table, or well, her table now. She saw her cousin James Potter standing up and waving at her to come and sit with them.

"Hey" she smiled sat she sat down next to James's brother and her best friend, Albus.

"Can you believe it?" Albus smiled at her "We both got into Gryffindor!"

"I know," Rose smiled.

"Congrats bro'" James suddenly was standing behind them and his hands ruffled through his brother's dark, dark brown hair. "And congratulations to you too Rosie" He smiled at her.

"Thanks Jamie." she answered. James laughed but then turned her attention back towards his younger brother.

"So, are you not frightened anymore? Not going to dream any nightmares about ending up in Slytherin, little bro?"

Albus grimaced, "It's annoying that you keep calling me little, you're only one year older than me James."

James smirked "You still are my little brother, Albie" Before Albus could yell at his brother for the nickname, James sighed happily; "Finally food, I'm starving!" Albus looked at James with a clueless face. James smirked once again and then gestured with his hand towards the table. "Now, I'm gone back to my friends, enjoy the feast little bro. And you too Rosie." James then quickly disappeared back to his seat, next to his (and their) cousin Fred Weasley.

"Look at all this food, Rose!" Albus exclaimed.

"I know!" Rosa smiled at him "I don't think I've ever been so hungry!"

After eating as much as they could possibly stuff down their throat, Rose and Albus followed the first years back into the Gryffindor tower.

After finding her bedroom and meeting her roommates, Rose went back down to the Gryffindor sitting room. The first person she spotted was a young, short blond-headed girl that walked heavily towards her cousin, James. "James Sirius Potter!" the girl yelled and stopped in front of James, with both hands on her hips, staring with a look - that somehow reminded her off the look her grandmother used to give her and Hugo when they got into trouble.

James looked up at the girl, with his famous smirk smeared over her face. "Yes, Amber? What can I do for you?"

"It's not what you can to for me, but what I will do to you!" the girl – Amber – threatened.

James snorted amused. "Can you first tell me why you are yelling at me Dietrich?"

"Well, Potter first of you'll have to answer me, why the hell I got blamed for the mess that you and Fred made in Professor Somerhalder's office!"

James smirked at her.

"Stop smirking asshole!" the angry blonde yelled.

"That's a hell off a big mouth you've got Ambs?"

"Don't call me that Potter!"

James laughed and the girl kept glaring at him.

"God!" the girls arms fell up in the air, "Don't answer me then!" she turned around and stormed away from him. Accidentally bumping into Roses shoulder as she stormed by her. "Ouch," Rose said and rubbed her shoulder. The girl quickly stopped and turned to look at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to –"

"It's okay" Rose said quickly.

"I'm still sorry. It's just that… like you probably heard I was kind of angry –"

"Yeah, James can be kind off … annoying sometimes."

"You know James?" the girl asked and her eyes examined her from top to toe "I haven't seen you around here before are you on your first year ?"

"Yep" Rose answered "And James is my cousin"

"Oh, okay. I'm on my second." Amber smiled "And, yeah no offence, but he's an ass" she sighed and Rose laughed, "Anyways, have you got a name?"

"Yeah, it's Rose Weasley" Rose smiled.

"Ah, you're one off the Weasley's! So you know Fred?"

"Yeah, another cousin of mine." Rose laughed

"Okay" the girl smiled "And oh yeah – I'm Amber."

Rose was yanked back from her thoughts when a couple of boys came running into the sitting room.

"Hey, what's the time?" she stopped one off the running boys.

"Eight twenty" The boy answered and then disappeared out the Fat Lady portrait.

Rose sighed and stood up and walked upstairs to the room that belonged to her and the rest off the fourth year girls.

"Time to wake up!" she said as she opened the door. Amelia Archer, a British girl was the only one that was awake.

"Hey Rose," she greeted.

"Hey Amelia." Rose smiled

"Shouldn't we wake up the sleepyheads?"

"You wake up Natasha, she's so grumpy in the morning, it's a suicide mission."

Rose rolled her eyes "Believe me Amelia, Natasha and I have been best friends for more than three years, I can handle her grumpiness."

Rose nudged the black haired girl, that lay in the bed next to her own bed. "Nat, you've got to get up sweetheart,"

"No…" Natasha said and rolled onto her other side.

"Common Nat, we've got to go down to breakfast. And meet Amber there, she's probably waiting for us."

"I don't care, tell blonde to die" Nat yawned.

"Your always so nice in the mornings" Amber's voice suddenly came booming from behind them, and Rose turned around to face the laughing blonde. Nat sighed and finally sat up, she brushed her black hair out of her eyes. "Sorry, I just hate waking up"

"I know you do. But I know that you hate missing breakfast more, so you should get up before class starts."

"I don't like you" Nat murmured and pulled some socks on.

"Well, I don't care" Amber faked a sweet smile and Rose laughed.

"Common, hurry up Natty,"

"Do. Not. Call. Me. That!" Nat snapped.

"Okay, sorry Nat. But we have to go. I'm hungry as hell" Amber said and threw Nat's robe at her.

James Potter's eyes flew open when his comforter was yanked away from his grip and then was dragged by his feet away from the bed and onto the cold floor. "What the hell?" He asked and looked around.

"Wake up time." Fred Weasley, his redheaded best friend greeted him and then shot out his hand. "Need help to stand up?" James grimaced and Fred pulled him up from the floor.

"Classes start in around twenty minutes, and I'm hungry as a frog." Fred said impatiently.

"Hungry as a frog?" James repeated laughing.

"Hungry as a hungry frog." Fred said "Ready to kill for food."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get dressed" James rolled his eyes, and started dressing himself into one off his black school robes.

"So, how did it go with Sophia last night?" Fred kinked his eyebrows at James.

James laughed and combed through his black hair with his hand.

"She turned to be annoying as hell," He shrugged his shoulder "didn't do anything else than kiss a bit."

"But… Well she's hot!"

"Then you can do her," James laughed and stood up from the bed.

"I'm ready and hungry as hell. Lets go."

"Finally."

James laughed, but then followed Fred down to the Great Hall.

"James! Fred!" Louis Weasley waved them over when he saw them.

"Hey," James said as he sat down next to him.

"Heywa Loughsis" Fred said already with his mouth full.

"Hungry are you Fred?" The blond asked, his French accent making a few girls at the table giggle.

"Dying." Fred answered and threw another bacon into his mouth.

"Ohm, James?" A girlish voice sounded behind them and James turned around to face a brown haired girl, with pink cheeks.

"Hey?" he asked.

"Ohm… Hey, I'm Sarah… Sarah Paxley. And ohm, I was wondering… Or well… my friend was wondering if you'd be interested to… ohm, go to Hogsmead next Saturday ... with her.. Christie… Her name is Christie -"

James smirked "Christie Bellefleur?"

"Ohm, yeah… She wanted me to ask you… Because… she's sick and couldn't do it herself –"

"For the love of Merlin, just stop talking!" Fred sighed.

"What?" the girl looked even more frightened.

"Ignore him" James said and waved a hand at Fred, to tell him to shut up. "You can tell Christie that I say yes."

"Oh, okay good…"

"And… Sarah?" James suddenly said, before the girl turned around to leave.

"Yeah?" the girl asked.

"Maybe on Sunday, you and I could do something?"

"Ohm… Really?"

"Yeah, if you'd be up to that, of course?" James smirked.

"Yeah. I'd love to!"

"See, you then?"

"Yeah, okay... bye" the girl said and skipped happily away.

Instantly Fred started to cry out off laughter.

"How do you do that?" Louis asked "You just scored two girls, only by talking to one!"

"It's a talent Lou,"

"Heureux fils de la pute"

Both James and Fred looked clueless at Louis "You do know we don't understand that?" Fred asked. Louis just smirked and lounged for another toast.

Amber sighed and opened her potions book. Stir five times backwards, and then put in the scurvy grass. She read. Merlin, she was so tired, the midnight-walk had been a bad idea.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley could you please shut your mouths for just a minute?" Professor Somerhalder, the potion teacher sighed heavily.

Amber watched as James gave him his famous smirk - that she hated by the way. That smirk was truly annoying, and disgusting and… and… sexy and…

"Sorry," James said, but the smirk didn't move.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to ask you all to turn your attention back to your cauldrons, you too Potter." Professor Somerhalder said.

"Yes, sir." James chuckled.

Merlin, he had such a cute laughter… Amber thought to her self.

And his hair was beautiful black and wavy. Come to think about it, everything about him – and his body – was perfect. Except for the fact that he'd always only look at her as the crazy-girl-that-hated-him (But, of course she didn't) or the girl that was best friends with his siblings – and cousins. Amber sighed and tried to turn her attention towards her potion again. But, when her mind thought about James Sirius Potter, her mind got stuck on James Sirius Potter.

So… here is a new story. I wanted to write a Harry Potter fanfiction … So, here it is! Harry Potter generation … Three ? x'D Anyways, like you probably have already figured, this is a story about James Potter jr. and Amber Dietrich (who is almost the only character that is mine …) And all the other crazy Weasley's/Potter's/Malfoy's/Longobottm's/Scamanders'/Wood's …. And I could go on and on and on … but instead; You are gonna make me stop blabbering and review for me to tell me if you'd be interested for more :D

Love. RainbowDust.