Okay so, I'm not new to the site at all. I have been on since forever. My first account is I-Luv-You-All-My-Girlz (Don't even ask) and I have a few stories on there.I don't even know why I created a new one. Anyway, for a few years I haven't been able to log on and trust me guys, I'm trying but I just can't remember what I used and stuff. It's very annoying.
There is a story on there called Amber Skye Lestrange that I really liked but kind of stopped. I stumbled on it recently in my folders and thought "What the hell? I'll read it." And I was absolutely HORRIFIED! So I have been re-writing it and so far it is way better. I'm going to post it on here though under a different name maybe. I don't want anyone to think I am copying someone else's work; I DON'T do that. If I ever use someone's work I give them credit, no matter what. Amber Skye Lestrange is my story and my story only.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except fake wands and obsessive impulses.
Chapter One – The Black Girl
"Do you think if we set off a dungbomb near her bed she'll wake up?"
"Nope! But it's worth a shot!"
"If you two even look in my direction with a dungbomb in your hand, you will wake up with no hair tomorrow. Anywhere." I growled, my eyes still shut. There was silence for a moment, then some rustling. I sighed, thinking the twins had left and snuggled back into my pillow.
Apparently, I was wrong.
In a few seconds my blanket was ripped off and four hands grabbed me, lifting me off my bed. My eyes shot open to s ee two identical twins grinning at me as they carried me out the door and down the stairs.
"Fred! George!" I yelled. "I swear if you drop me I will – AH!" I screamed when Fred or George (one of the two) decided to scare me by dropping me slightly.
"Sorry, I slipped."
"George!"
"Actually, I'm Fred." He grinned, tightening his grip on my arms. I squirmed.
"The fact that you corrected me tells me you are George." I said. "Now can you both please let me go? It's cold and in case you haven't noticed, I am wearing shorts and a singlet." Both boys shook their heads, smiling cheekily at me.
"No can do Amber."
"You see, a certain person is here to see you –"
"And you were taking too long to wake up –"
"So we, being the gentlemen that we are –"
"Volunteered to wake you up." They finished together. By now, we were at the bottom of the stairs and they were just standing there, me dangling in between them.
"Who's waiting for me?" I asked.
"Me."
I gasped and turned to look at the person standing around the corner, smiling at me with warm golden eyes.
"Moony!" I squealed, scaring the twins, which made them drop me. I landed hard on the wooden floor. "Ow! That hurt!" The boys shrugged and darted away, most likely to go wreck havoc on someone else.
Moony rushed over and helped me up. He pulled out his wand and muttered a healing spell. The bruise that was forming on my elbow slowly disappeared and I sighed as the pain subsided.
"Are you alright?" Moony asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Thank you Moony." I said, smiling. Moony wasn't his real name. It was actually Remus John Lupin. Moony was just his nickname that his friends gave him when he went to Hogwarts.
Remus was my legal guardian but due to his lycanthropy, he was deemed 'unfit' to raise a child. I thought that was a load of dung. The Wizarding World deemed werewolves dark creatures even though they are victims. Remus was bitten when he was still a toddler and he was classified as evil. It was really stupid. Remus is one of the kindest, most loyal and sweetest person you could ever hope to meet. It was really unfortunate that I couldn't live with him all the time but I was lucky to have a really nice home at the Weasleys. My biological parents, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, were in the wizard prison Azkaban. I have never met them and I never wanted to. They were cruel people.
Moony chuckled and stood up from his kneeling positions and ruffled my thick hair. I slapped his hands away, trying to smooth down my hair.
"I swear you hair gets longer and thicker every time I see you." He commented.
"Stop by more often and it wouldn't seem that way." I retorted. A thought occurred to me suddenly. "Why are you here anyway? It's Thursday; you only come on weekends." Moony fidgeted and I narrowed my eyes.
"Just thought I would come visit." He replied. His voice wavered but before I could question it Molly called out, telling us that breakfast was ready. I sighed, giving up on why Moony was here.
"I'm going to get dressed." I said, kissing Moony's cheek and rushing up the stairs back to my bedroom I shared with Ginny, who was already dressed and making her bed. I mumbled a greeting to her and got dressed into muggle jeans and a t-shirt I stole off Ron. I didn't really bother with my hair, just brushing it and shoving it up into a ponytail.
By the time I was done Ginny had left and the only person who wasn't down yet was Percy. Good. He's been a right prat since he found out he was prefect.
Surprisingly, sitting besides Arthur was the second oldest of the six Weasley boys (Yes, six!), was Charlie.
"Charlie!" I yelled, running over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he laughed, hugging me back.
"Hey Amber." He said. I pulled back grinning.
"Why are you here?" I asked curiously.
"What, aren't I allowed to visit my family?" He pouted. I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm.
"You know what I mean!" I whined. I sat down in the spare seat next to him and started buttering some toast. "How is Romania? What dragons have you been looking after?" I asked excitedly. Charlie worked in Romania with dragons; he was a caretaker and trainer. Every time I spoke to him he ha exciting stories of what he experienced.
Charlie's eyes lit up and he began to tell me all about a Chinese Fireball baby and his training exercises. I listened intently, munching on some toast and fruit. Molly huffed but we ignored her; it was common knowledge that she didn't really like Charlie's job. She thought it was too dangerous. I thought I must be amazing to work so close to those magnificent creatures every day.
Soon, everybody was seated at the table. Percy joined us a few minutes ago and was eagerly waiting for the mail.
"Mail here!" Percy called. I turned just in time to see Erol crash into the sink. I winced and Ron rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Poor Erol.
"Okay let's see. Dad here's yours, this is mine, Charlie you have some," Percy handed out the letters to everyone. I tried to peek at Charlie's letter but he hit me on the head with the Daily Profit that had been lying on the table. I stuck my tongue out. "Oh look! Hogwarts letters have arrived." At this I perked up but didn't say anything.
"Fred, George, Mine, Ron and Amber, here's yours." Percy smiled and handed us two envelopes. I glanced at Ron and grinned, reaching for my letter. I felt a rush of excitement as I saw the Hogwarts wax seal. Turning it over, I read the front.
Miss A. Weasley
The Blue Room
The Burrow,
Ottery St. Catchpole,
Devon
I smiled at my name. Moony had asked if I could take the last name Weasley' because he didn't think I would want to be associated with any Death Eaters. Of course, a few people knew of my heritage, like the Weasleys, Moony and some Ministry officials. I was glad; I didn't want people to automatically assume I was evil because of who my parents were.
Excitedly, I turned the envelope back over and opened it, pulling out the letter that was inside.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc, Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Wow. Dumbledore had a lot of titles, didn't he?
Dear Miss Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of necessary book and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Inside was a list of all the equipment I needed. I was really happy! I'm going to Hogwarts!
"Yay!" I squealed. Moony laughed.
"Excited Amber?" He teased. I nodded my head, clutching my letter tightly. He laughed again and pried the letter from my hands. I gazed longingly after it. George shook his head at me.
"Honestly Amber, it won't disappear." He teased. I glared at him as Moony pulled me outside.
"With you in the house it might." I muttered.
"I take offense to that!"
"Honestly George, sit down!"
I laughed as Molly scolded George, sitting down on one of the garden chairs. I crossed my legs and fiddled with my 'A' necklace.
"So," I said once Moony sat down. "What's up?"
"I wanted to give you something and explain a bit more about what happened after you were rescued." He said. I froze.
"You mean you're actually going to tell me what happened?" I asked, shocked. Moony nodded and started to dig around in his cloak. "Really?" Moony smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Really." He said. "But I want to give you this first." He placed something heavy in my lap. I glanced down and felt my eyes widen in shock.
It was a photo album, which was obvious. The thing that surprised me was the cover picture; it was me as a baby but I was in the arms of two people that I knew of very well.
"Is that… Isn't that James and Lily Potter?" I whispered. Moony nodded. My fingers traced over the edge of the picture softly. I watched as James Potter kissed my cheek and I tried to grab his glasses. He waved at the camera, smiling big. Lily Potter stood next him, laughing and she pointed to where the camera obviously would have been, trying to get Baby Me to look there. Baby Me did and clapped, causing the two adults to laugh. I blinked away the tears that had come up to my eyes.
"When you were rescued, Lily and James took you in." Moony said softly. "You were only a few months old; your parents had been taken to Azkaban and you were left in the care of the Malfoys. We couldn't risk You-Know-Who doing something terrible with you; it was too risky to leave you there. So, James and Sirius Black rescued you that night, and Lily decided you were going to live with them." He chuckled as I turned to the first page. "Lord help anyone who stood in the way of Lily Potter."
I smiled slightly, too focused on the photo album. I turned the page again, revealing two more photos. It was Baby Me in one, playing in the bath. Someone's hands reached and blew bubbles at me and I was laughing, popping the bubbles.
The other one had a picture of Baby Me was looking at the camera, sitting next to a baby boy. He had a little tuff of black hair and bright green eyes. We were holding hands and looking at the camera with toothless grins. I pointed to the boy, watching the photo play over and over again.
"Is that their son?"
Moony looked at the picture and smiled softly.
"Yes." He said. "That's Harry Potter. You and Harry were really close. It amazed everyone how fast you two clicked. You were best friends, always where the other one was, always doing the same thing together. There are a lot of pictures of you two, some magical and some muggle."
"Because Lily was muggle-born, right?"
"Right." Moony said. He turned the page again and there was a muggle picture of Harry and I sleeping, a magical picture of us playing with a toy snitch and a muggle one of us covered in dirt. "You both had quite the mischievous side." I snorted, looking at a photo of Harry and I grinning cheekily at the camera, covered in flour.
"I can see that." I said. We sat looking at the rest of the photos for a while, Moony elaborating on a few. There were lots of Harry and I, some with the Lily and James, a handful with Moony and Sirius Black and then more recent ones that included the Weasley family.
Once we were finished and Moony said I could take it to Hogwarts and fill it up more, we sat in silence. I leaned my head on Moony's shoulder, trying to get my head around all the new information.
"Moony?"
"Hm?" I shifted and pulled away from him, picking at the album.
"What happened to me on… that night?" I asked hesitantly. "If I was living with the Potters, how come I'm not dead?"
Moony sighed. "You fell asleep in James and Lily's room that night. How You-Know-Who didn't find you is a mystery, just like how Harry survived that night. I'm glad he didn't though; in the weeks following your rescue he went on rampages. He was furious. You were very important to him for some reason, most likely because you were his most loyal follower's only daughter." I took in a deep breath, taking the information in.
"Right."
"Remus! Amber! Come inside, it's going to rain!" Molly yelled from the doorway. As if on cue, a drop of water fell on my nose, more following it. Moony and I quickly jumped up and ran inside just as it started to pour down. Grinning, I hugged Moony, silently telling him thank you for everything. He hugged me back tightly.
"I love you Remus." I whispered.
"I love you too Amber."
_oOo_
Turns out shopping for your own school supplies isn't that easy. A few days before the start of school we went to Diagon Alley to go shopping. It took forever to get everything. Eventually, we split up; Arthur takes Fred, George and Percy and Molly took Ginny, Ron and I. Charlie had gone back to Romania a few days ago.
There were so many people in Diagon Alley today. It was hard to maneuver through the crowds but we managed. We went to Gringotts' Wizarding Bank first to get some money. Then we headed off to 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions' to get our school uniform. I was a bit peeved that I had to wear a skirt, but Ron suggested to just wear shorts underneath. I was bit happier after that. Ron was annoyed though; all he got was a new pair of pants. He was having Percy's old wand and school robes. I felt bad. Somehow, Moony had gotten the Ministry to allow me a bank account from the Lestrange vault. I had quite a bit of money.
After getting our uniform we headed off to get other equipment, like cauldrons, quills and parchment. We then got the newer books on the list; Ron and I were just going to use Fred and George's old first year books, since they don't use them anymore. Then Molly realized something.
"Oh dear!" She sighed. "Amber, dear, will you be alright to go get your wand and cat? I have to go get Ron some long pants for the winter." Ron groaned and Molly sent him a stern glance. Ginny giggled.
"Yes Molly, I'll be fine. Meet you at the ice-cream parlour?" I said. She nodded and grabbed Ron by the arm, dragging him away. He sent me a glare and I stuck my tongue out in response. Once they were out of sight I sighed.
Where to first?
I decided to go to Magical Menagerie first; the pet store to get a cat, just in case getting a wand took too long. Percy took three hours to find a wand, so I wasn't taking any chances.
Ten minutes later I walked out with a pure white cat I had named Vender. He was eight months old the owner had said. He was just beautiful. I carried him in a pet carrier; muggle things made stuff so much easier sometimes.
Making my way through the crowds, I spotted Hagrid the Hogwarts groundskeeper walking from the Olivander's. I furrowed my eyebrows. What was Hagrid doing here?
"Strange…" I muttered to myself. Shaking my head, I opened the door to Olivander's and set down Vender's cage and all my boxes and bags on the seats. The room was quite dark and mysterious but in a good way. It was quite inviting actually. I rang the bell and waited.
Sighing I turned around and walked over to sit down. Vender let out a meow and I giggled, sticking my finger through the holes to play with him. The bell above the door rang out and I looked up to see a familiar looking boy with glasses and messy black hair. He had an oversized t-shirt and pants on and he was gazing around with an amazed gaze. I chuckled. He whipped around to face me.
"Amazing, isn't it?" I said. The boy nodded and placed his things beside me. I stood and held out my hand. "I'm Amber Weasley."
"Harry Potter." He replied. I gasped; I thought it was him but I figured I was just being barmy.
"Blimey, are you?" I said. Harry blushed. "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
"No it's fine. Honestly I only found out today that everybody knows who I am." He said. I smiled sympathetically at him. Feeling bad, I changed the subject.
"Are you excited about going to Hogwarts?" I asked. "I am – grew up with five brothers who have been or are still there. Heard all the cool stories too."
"In all honestly I had never heard of Hogwarts until my eleventh birthday." He said.
"Oh, so you were brought up by muggles then?" Harry nodded. "There is no need to be nervous. What house do you reckon you'll be placed in?" I asked curiously. Harry looked confused.
"House?" He said uncertainly. I was confused before I realized that he didn't know about Hogwarts very much.
"Sorry." I said. "At Hogwarts there are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Gryffindor hold the brave and daring. Hufflepuff have the just and loyal. Ravenclaw hold the witty and smart, and Slytherin hold the cunning. Basically, you get sorted into a house based on your personality. Personally, I hope to be in Gryffindor."
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
"All my family have been in Gryffindor and the headmaster, Albus Dumbldore, one of the greatest wizards to have ever lived was in Gryffindor. And besides," I smiled slyly at Harry. "I like to think I have a bit of nerve." Harry laughed.
We talked for a bit but not for long. We heard footsteps and soon, Mr Olivander appeared.
"Mr Potter," he said airily. "I was wondering when I would be seeing you Mr Potter." I fidgeted. He never blinked; his misty blue eyes were wide and stared straight at you. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
Harry turned to me with an apprehensive look on his face. I tilted my head towards Mr Olivander, smiling encouragingly. Harry visibly gulped before walking towards the mysterious old man. I watched as they went through wand after wand, things exploding left and right. After awhile Mr Olivander stopped still, gazing at Harry with a strange look before his eyes flickered to me.
"I wonder…" He muttered to himself. I arched an eyebrow. "Maybe… Miss Weasley, come here please." I hesitated before standing. What was he up to?
I came to a stop beside Harry and we shared a glance as Mr Olivander walked across the room and pulled out two dusty looking boxes. He looked at them for a moment before turning to us.
"I remember every wand I ever sold Mr Potter, Miss Weasley," He said, walking towards us slowly. "And the wand chooses the witch or wizard and I wonder if maybe you two are meant for these." He handed us the boxes, watching us like a hawk.
I hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath before opening the lid. A wand sat inside, white oak from what I could tell. I picked it up and immediately felt warmth spread up my arm. A soft gold glow emitted from where I was holding the wand. I knew that this was the wand meant for me.
"Curious, very curious…" I looked over at Harry and saw the same expression on his face that I was sure was on mine. I put the wand back in its box and looked up to Mr Olivander, who looked quite surprised.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "But what's curious?"
Mr Olivander looked at him with a piercing gaze. "Both these wands have a phoenix feather as their core. Now, that phoenix gave another feather, just one other. I find it very curious indeed that you both have these wands, when it's brother, gave you that scare Mr Potter."
"It was Voldemort's wand, wasn't it?" I whispered. Mr Olivander shook his head.
"We do not speak his name!" He hissed. "But one thing is for certain: we can expect great things from you both. After all, You-Know-Who did great things; terrible, evil, but great."
It was silent for a second before Mr Olivander moved to get the price. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What was that all about? What did he mean about 'great things'?
There was a tap on the window and I turned to see Hagrid at the window, grinning and holding an owl cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside.
"Happy birthday Harry!"
"What's Hagrid doing with you?" I asked, turning back to Harry. He shrugged, paying for his wand.
"Hagrid has been showing me around, helping me get my school stuff." He explained. "My aunt and uncle aren't very keen on magic, you see." I nodded, understanding though I couldn't quite get how someone couldn't love magic.
"It was nice meeting you!" I called as he left. Harry sent me one last grin before disappearing out the door and into the crowded streets. I sighed. I hoped we could become friends at Hogwarts. He seems like a nice boy.
Sighing again, I thanked Mr Olivander and payed for my wand. I picked up my stuff and headed back out into the streets to find Molly, Ron and Ginny. I caught a glance of messy black hair and smirked.
Somehow, I have a feeling that my first year is going to be a bit different.
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