Before you hear my heartbreaking story, there are a few things you should know about me. I am the daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley. After the war my father couldn't stand magic anymore, it had taken away too many loved ones. So my father essentially became a muggle and married a muggle woman named Audrey. My siblings and I are all very bright, but we are all squibs. I have met my cousins a couple times, but I didn't like them. Maybe it was because they thought I was below them being a squib or they thought I was boring like my fate had been when he had a kid. Either way, I didn't like them. So here, is my life, being a normal muggle child.

Amber lied on her bed, silent tears pouring down her face. Her twin. Gone. Most likely to never wake up again. She hadn't even said good bye. Once again she replayed that nights memories again. She had left the house a five thirty, going to a church party with her friends. Her parents were out of town so it was just her and Ashley at home. Her younger sister Stephanie was at a friends house for the weekend so Amber had decided to go party. Well, she was only in eighth grade, but she and her friends were well known party animals. They gate crashed a bunch of them and could often be seen walking around town in a big group hanging out. She had gone to a huge middle school party at the local church where they did the event to encourage people to join their belief. Amber had gone to a friends house for a couple hours before, partied there, gotten a ride to the church and did more partying. When that party ended she went to another friends house whose house was a short walk from the church. His parents had been gone so they had another party their, with his older sister who was home from college 'supervise'. She had stayed in her room the entire time. Then she had walked home at midnight, found the house a wreck, her sister unconscious in the living room and she had freaked. The police had come and gone, her sister in the hospital, the house checked, insurance called, relatives notified. Nobody could come get her, and she was fine with it. She needed to be alone.

And now she am in her room crying her eyes out. You can't do this. That voice in the back of my head taunted me. That was the half truth. I didn't believe in trying, only in winning or losing. So at school I was fondly know as "Amber Got Back". The nickname came around because of my friend and crush, James. He had noticed that I always stepped forward when I was it least ninety percent confident that I could beat the entire grade at it, which not to brag, was about seventy percent of the time. The other thirty percent, like in baseball, I stayed in the shadows, taking the jobs nobody else wants and generally staying out of everybody's way, unless strategies are needed, which is my game. So she was Amber Got Back. She another nickname though, only used in times where lots of emotions are involved, which is "The Bottler". I bottled up my feelings like nobody business. I was good at it, I had taken a online FBI course to learn how to tell if somebody is lying. I mainly took it so nobody could tell when I was lying, but I could work peoples problems out for them fast, especially when they were lying. Another reason I am know as The Bottler is that I give the best advice. Because I bottle up my emotions, its really easy for me to myself into someone else shoes, because I'm not me. I'm that girl that covers up her lies so well that you don't know if she is lying or telling the truth. The girl who might as wear a face of makeup because nobody knows who she really is. I had everything, the brains, the money, the popularity, the friends, the bravery, a fairly stable family, but I didn't have the ability to trust. Everybody knows they can trust me, but who can I trust? Sh had always convinced herself with one lie, that she just had to find the right person. She lied so well she couldn't separate her own lies and truths. Amber snapped back to reality. She was Amber Got Back, The Bottler, she could somehow get through this. She thought for a moment. She had to get out of the house, too much stuff had happened. She knew their was a place that was always open. Earlier that day when she had given herself to God she had been told that in return he would aways be there for her. She hadn't known she would take up the offer so soon. She grabbed her phone and walked out of the house, grabbed her bike, and headed off to church. Bayside was five miles away, around a forty five minute bike ride. She lived in a fairly small town, right outside the suburban area where the mall was and a thirty minute drive to the city. She cruised down the hill, her only light coming from the street lamps. She knew she was safe, nothing had happened here, well until a couple hours ago. She looked down at her phone in her lap when it buzzed. It was James. I just heard the news, where r u? I wanna talk to u. Amber ignored the text and kept biking. She rode the rest of the ride numbly, her thoughts empty. When she arrived she dumped her bike and walked into the worship center. Just as she had expected the doors were unlocked. When she opened them a few lights flickered on but it was empty. As Amber walked in she felt her brain slowly shut down. Her last thought as she sat down in the center with her head in her hands was Am I really still wearing the same clothes from this morning? The light wash Abercombie jeggings and purple and grey baseball tee. Then her thoughts faded away entirely, and she sat there, in the dark, borderline asleep.

Hours past. Nothing woke Amber from her trance. It was one in the morning when Amber heard the door open. She didn't even bother to lift her head up, instead she just cried harder.

"It's okay Bells. Its okay." A soothing voice comforted her from afar. The voice echoed, only to be drowned out by the pattering of footsteps. It was James. She knew it. Nobody else had that kind of stride, pat, pat, pause pat. James crouched beside her and pulled her into a hug. Yep, definitely James. Nobody else smelled like the wind. She cried into his shirt, soaking it in the process. James just sat there, holding her in his lap. After a little while he pulled back, enough to look her in the eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and she stared into his deep blue wells, or what people call eyes.

"It will be okay, I promise you." And with that, he kissed her. She melted in the kiss. His warm embrace around her, the way his lips fit perfectly with hers. He kept on hand on her lower back and moved the other one up through her hair. Taking the cue she slid her own hands into his. When they finally broke apart they were both smiling.

"Be mine?" He asked her.

She smiled before speaking of the first time in a day. "I'm yours." Her voice came out in a whisper before she plunged back into his arms, kissing him again. They were deep into the kiss when the door opened yet again. James and Amber both jumped back, and look up. The rest of their friends, Ashlyn, Avery, Brizi, Brock, Jared, Jamie, Lauren, Nick, Oliver, Ryan and Wyatt walked in. Avery was the first to break into a run, she slid into Amber's arms, holding her. Everybody else quickly followed.

"No improvements?" James asked Jared in a low voice, his face happy just moments earlier was now clouded by sadness and fear. Jared shook his head. "None." The smile faded from Amber's eyes, leaving behind a murky sadness. Amber's eyes were always murky, changing colors when ever she had a particular strong emotion, if she was in between, they were murky. At the moment her were cross between green and brown, the blue on the edges barley visible. when they had kissed, they had shone all of the colors brightly.

"I am so sorry Bells." Avery said into her hair before pulling back. Amber's friends all sat around her. They were her best friends. With a sigh Amber leaned back into James, inhaling his scent. The wind. Memories came whirling back to her.

Amber was laughing, her hair streaming behind her, her hips rocking back and forth as she tried to stay on her horse, Alex. They were racing the barrels, Amber gave a tug on the rein and Alex made a tight turn around the barrel. Ashley and James were in the stands cheering her on. Amber gripped the horn, still laughing as they whipped around the last barrel and took off on the final stretch. Amber let go of the horn and reins, letting them flap in the wind. Her cowgirl hat came flying of her head as they thundered past the timer. Then the memory changed. This time she was water skiing. Ashley was in the boat, coaching her. Ashley was an excellent water skier, she just didn't like the cold water so she often coached Amber.

"Bend your knees!" Ashley's voice thundered across the water and Amber quickly fixed it as she pulled on the rope, trying to get around the booie. Amber had finished second at the skin tournament the next weekend, finishing second to Ashley. Her other half. The memory changed again.

This time the memory was her getting ready to walking bike over to her friends house to hang out before she went down to bayside for the annual halloween party.

"Wanna come?" She had asked Ashley. Ashley had been reading a comic book. "Nah." She replied. "I wanna finish this book, besides, parties are you thing and I don't really like your friends. They keep trying to set me up wit someone." Ashley shuddered as she finished the sentence and Amber laughed. That summed up her friends pretty well. They flitted from girl to girl or boy to boy, never staying with one person longer than a couple weeks. They were the popular kids at school, competitive athletes and part goers. Wild and crazy. The previous week they had all gotten illegal gotten tattoos, their parents didn't know yet. They had all gotten the infinity symbol on the inside of their left wrist. They were friends, forever. The memories disappeared and Amber was in James's arms again, tears softly falling down her face. They had all played their, using somebody else's arm, stomach or leg as pillow and another person as a foot rest.

Amber felt safer with her friends. They chatted for a while, staying clear of the subject of families. Amber knew she wasn't the first one to have this happen. Nick's older sister Brianna had committed suicide a couple years ago and most of her friends had very very rocky relationships with their own parents, like Amber.

Amber's parents thought she was too wild, needed taming. That was impossible though, she was an infinity. Infinity was what everybody called her and her friends. Infinity. They were friends until the end. Literally. They had subway surfed, gotten the same tattoo, sat on the top level of a skyscraper, legs dangling on the edge. They had done it all. Her parents had been pissed when they found out she could drink four beers without getting drunk and had three piercings in each ear. But to her, that was being free. No boundaries, no rules. Free. Sighing over her parents Amber played down, her head on James's chest. She listened to his heart beat for a while before sleep beckoned her. They were together until the end.