Harry Potter and the Amulet of Power

Summary: Harry Potter is in his 6th year at Hogwarts. Right off the start of summer holiday he is captured by Voldemort. There is a mysterious new student at Hogwarts this year that transferred from Durmstang and she holds some interesting secrets. Harry is a sixteen year old with all of the love problems that come with his age. He struggles with the meaning of love and has some tough decisions to make. And if he chooses wrong, everything could come crashing down around him.

Genre/Category: Action/Adventure/Romance

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment. I have no wish to claim it as my own. Yet, the plot and original characters of "Harry Potter and the Amulet of Life" are all my own.

A/N: This is my first fic, so please give me some constructive criticism. Thanks to my beta Roman Glaub!

Chapter One – A Message from the Stars

A young girl of sixteen years stared out of her window into the darkness, admiring the splendor and allure of the night sky. It was a clear night with only a wisp of a gray cloud in the distance. At her vacation home in rural Scotland, the stars seemed innumerous. They covered the sky in a veil of shimmering beauty.

She pulled her thick, curly hair into a knot at the base of her neck and went back to the book she was reading. She was easily distracted again from her reading and came to be worried about her friends. There was always an eminent threat of danger for them and young woman felt a pang of concern, a gut feeling that she couldn't possibly ignore. Being a woman of facts and logic, irrational and impulsive decisions were not something she partook in.

She was a star student, a parent's dream child. Not only brilliant, but also possessed of gifts few other girls her age possessed. She was blessed with two best friends and two caring parents who would give their life for her.

She sometimes felt worried for the fate of her friends, but this time it was overbearing. This time it was something she couldn't shrug off and remind herself that what she was feeling was illogical.

She looked back up, into the night sky, and decided to make some contact with her best friends, to confirm her belief that they were unharmed. The young woman left her book at her desk and scurried down the stairs into her living room. As she passed by her parent's room she noticed they were asleep. The grandfather clock next to their fireplace read close to 10 pm. She hoped it wasn't too late to call. She had her fireplace added to the Floo Network along with her friend Harry Potter even though they belonged to nonmagical households. The Headmaster from their school, Albus Dumbledore, thought it would be best since they needed a way to leave quickly in case of an attack.

She took some power off of the mantle and threw it into the lit fire and said clearly "The Burrow". A strangely furnished room appeared and was shaking about in the fireplace. It was not the Wesley's living room but an unreal one. It was small and had a few wicker rocking chairs in front of the fireplace and house elves walking in and out of the room. The real one would not appear until you have said the password to enter. Dumbledore thought it would be unwise to keep their fireplace connected to the Floo Network for safety reasons. If it were attached then anyone could pop into their house uninvited. So he implemented the use of passwords, changed weekly, as the only way to access the home. After saying the password, "Mimbulus Mimbletonima" a darkened living room appeared in the flickering flames and a light from the kitchen could be seen.

"Hello?" The young woman called, "Hello!" she said a bit more loudly. This time she got the attention of a young man with vibrant orange hair who was in the kitchen. He came out to the fire.

"Hey Hermione, do you want me to get Ron?" He inquired in a friendly tone.

"Yes. Thank you, Fred erm…George." She replied. At this George ran up the stairs and shouted for his brother to come down. About a minute later another boy with orange hair jumped down the stairs and kneeled in front of the fireplace.

"Hi Hermione! What brings you to my fireplace at this hour?" Ron asked, surprised to be getting a call from her.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you knew when we were getting our O.W.L. results back. I'm just so anxious about them." Hermione lied.

"Well, that's a relief! I thought it might be something dreadful! I mean, what if you were just calling to talk to me!" He replied sarcastically, "And no, Hermione. For the tenth time I have no idea when our O.W.L. results will come back. Just relax I know you did fine. You're the smartest witch in our year." He said, making Hermione blush.

"Okay, I guess I'll talk to you some other time. Good night, Ron." She said awkwardly.

"G-good night." He stammered, suppressing a yawn.

The young woman ended the call and grabbed more powder out of a jar on the mantle. "Number Four Privet Drive" she said in a clear voice. A strange, red room appeared and seemed to be spinning about, the password system was also being used for Harry's residence. The room appeared to be a normal muggle living room with a television in one corner wit the lumpy sofa facing it. The entire room was red, from the couch to the picture on the small television screen. It looked like there was an earthquake going on, yet affecting none of the furniture. "Parseltongue" she said. At this, the strange red room stopped spinning and disappeared, then a spotless, aesthetically pleasing living room appeared. The kind of living room that no one did much 'living' in, at least not when there weren't guests to be entertained.

The only light in the house was emanating from the staircase and the bottom floor of the house appeared to be empty. The girl scowled to herself and closed the connection, preparing to enter the house and go upstairs to find her best friend. She dashed upstairs, grabbed her wand and shoved it into the pocket of her pajama pants. After putting on a pair of sneakers she Floo-ed herself to Harry's house.

She knew Floo-ing to Harry's house was a bit extreme, but she just needed to be sure he was safe. Hermione pitied the fact that he had to be stuck with those awful relatives of his and she wanted to be sure that not only was he safe from Voldemort but that he was being treated properly.

After she had entered the living room she brushed the soot off her and gingerly walked up the stairs. She peered into each room until she found Harry's. The door was open a few inches and there was a very dull glow from the lamp on his night table. She took in a deep breath and opened the door. The room was neat, except for the bed, which had some letters and presents strewn about it and an indentation where he had been sitting. Her best friend was nowhere in sight. She walked over to the bed and felt the indentation; it was still a bit warm. He must have just been there. Maybe he's in the bathroom, she thought to herself.

Hermione found that his wand wasn't there and that he wasn't in the bathroom. The causes of Harry's absence from number 4 Privet Drive flooded her mind. Remembering all the times she had told Harry to go to Dumbledore at the trivial things, Hermione decided to follow her own advice. She gazed out the window, looking at the night sky, the same night sky that had brought her here.