Chapter 1
„You don´t have to do this, Amber.", Dumbledore murmured softly. She squared her shoulders. "Yes, I have to. You know that. It´s the last chance to avoid a war, and when the war starts first, all is lost. There are people dying out there, Sir." He looked at her over his half moon glasses. "Your courage really is remarkable." He said quietly. She laughed bitterly. "There isn´t anything left that I care about, so what do I have to lose?" He squeezed her arm briefly, then he stood up. "take your time until the evening. Get some rest. Severus will then take you to him…if you do not change your mind." "I won´t." She also rose, shook hands with the old wizard and left. With folded arms behind her back, she strolled through the school, thinking about her plan. She could already tell this wasn´t going to work. It couldn´t. Dumbledore was convinced that if the Dark Lord would finally learn how to love, it would either break his soul, which would lead to his death, or save him. And both options would prevent war and save thousands of lives. She had the same opinion, but she could not imagine that anyone could stir feelings in Voldemort that easily. After Dumbledore had detected unsuspected power in Amber, he had proposed to her hesitantly, she could go to the dark side. Snape was supposed to convince the Dark Lord that she was a powerful, secret weapon of the Order and that he should train her for his own use. And then she would try to activate feelings in him. No one else knew about this plan but herself, Dumbledore and Snape. Awkwardly, she didn´t feel fear, only curiosity. How would it look like in the death eaters´circle? And how would HE look like? She glanced outside the window and saw dusk coming. She quickly pulled on a dark pair of trousers and a black top, tied her dark hair up and put on some eyeliner (what made her feel kind of stupid, she would probably die anyway.), then she opened the window. She raised her wand skywards and said softly "Severus Snape." Then she stuffed it back in her jeans and waited. She just became engrossed in a book of black magic in the 14th century, when there was a knock at the door. She opened and looked straight into Snape´s black eyes. "Good evening.", she muttered, and added uncertainly: "Professor?" He has, after all, been her teacher for several years. "are you ready?", he asked curtly. "um, yeah." He looked at her expectantly. She cleared her throat and stepped closer to hold on his arm. They disapparated, and Amber blinked. They were surrounded by darkness. The wind rushed around them and tore at her hair. Far away, she recognized the Malfoys´villa. "Cosy.", she muttered. " He snorted. "Indeed. You can let go of me now, Miss Hills." She quickly let go of his arm and stumbled promptly. "That´s not how you are going to impress the Dark Lord, I hope?" he scoffed. She caught herself, raised an arm and closed her eyes. A flame flickered in her hand and spread, until her whole arm was on fire. The magical fire didn´t hurt, but illuminated the path ahead of them. "Way better.", Snape grumbled. They trudged through mud and finally reached the shiny wooden door.
Amber walked slowly through the iron archway and discreetly checked the surrounding, as suddenly a witch stood in front of her. "How dare you, Severus? You take a stranger here? To HIM? He will make you pay for that!" Her big black rolled astray back and forth under the heavy lids, and she bared her stained teeth to a dirty grin. Her cackling laughter chased goose bumps down her spine. Creepy Bitch. "That´s none of your business, Bellatrix.", Snape snarled, "You´re just mad because you have guard duty." He pulled Amber behind him, away from the swearing witch to the house. Then he lightly tapped his wand against the heavy wooden door. She swung open without creaking, and gave a freely view of a stone entrance hall, the center was a huge stone staircase. "Come with me.", he said quietly
They walked up the stairs until they stood in front of a black door. He made her look at him. "You will follow me now, and do everything I tell you. And do not talk until he asks you to."
"No." She shook her head. "I beg your pardon?" "No," she repeated firmly."I want him to take me serious. I'm going alone. I can not always walk behind a protector here... and I also do not need you." Snape raised an eyebrow. "Whatever. I'll come up in about ten minutes, for scraping up your leftovers." She said nothing. He sighed." Good luck." "Thank you."She started walking in a hurry, so as not to let him see her hands trembling. He probably knew it anyway, after all, she would most likely die in the next few minutes. Who wouldn´t be excited. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.