Harry and the gang were sitting in the Great Hall, at the beginning of their sixth year, waiting for the usual stream of first years. The first years walked by, each draped in their robes and fidgeting nervously. Harry, Ron and Hermione smiled at them, each remembering their own experience as first years.
Dumbledore stood up from the staff table, and instead of starting his welcome to Hogwarts speech, said something else entirely. "Here at Hogwarts, we've got a most unusual situation," he began.
Everybody started whispering to each other, wondering what the situation was and whether or not it involved Voldemort.
"Quiet down, students," Dumbledore said sternly, and the hall was silent. "We have a new student..."
Almost everybody looked at him confused. They knew Dumbledore was odd, but to say something they already knew as it had importance was extremely odd.
"Who is a 6th year," Dumbledore finished and everybody felt a gasp bubble up in them despite most of them being apathetic towards the fact.
"Meet Amber Rose Ebony Dumbledore, my great niece," Dumbledore said, stepping aside for the girl to make way her in front of the school as another collective gasp rang through the hall. The gasp was initially of shock over Dumbledore's unknown relative but turned into one of shock over the girl's astounding beauty.
Amber Rose had long, wispy silver hair that hung lower than her short, but not in a slutty way, skirt. Her figure was great, with a tiny waist and big, perky breasts. Her hips were wide, but not in a fat way, and child-bearing like. Her legs were long and could go on for miles but ended at her tiny, Cinderella-like feet. Her lips were plush, pink and very kissable. But the most astounding thing about her were her eyes, golden like the Sun at dawn and looked like Midas himself had touched them to give them their warm, regal glow.
"Hi!" Amber Rose said in a voice that sent chills down the entire male population of Hogwarts. "I'm Amber Rose Ebony Dumbledore, but you guys can just call me Amber Rose."
"Hi, Amber Rose," The population of Hogwarts echoed in a zombie-like way.
"Hi," Amber Rose giggled, but stopped when she noticed some people furrowing their eyes at her due to the repetitive manner. "Anyway," she said, flitting her golden eyes over the student body. "There's a very good reason I'm here at Hogwarts this late, which my Uncle Dumbledore will explain," she looked up at him expectantly. "Right?"
"Right you are, Amber Rose," The headmaster said, laying a reassuring hand on his great niece's shoulder. "Amber Rose is here this late due to her stepfather in the states, not in any relation to me, abusing her and keeping her in a closet under the stairs," Harry's heart squeezed with understanding and he forged an instant connection with the poor girl. "Giving her no knowledge of the magical world until I got custody of her. Despite that, Amber Rose is a very skilled witch and will take classes with the sixth years."
The Ravenclaws started grumbling over the newcomer enrolling in top classes until Amber Rose looked at them, and they became hypnotized with her practically glowing orbs.
"So, due to the fact Amber should have been here years ago, she will be sorted first," Dumbledore started to say, before Amber Rose put a petite hand on his arm and looked up at him with her eyes, tear filled and full of pain due to the recounting of her tragedy. "Please, Uncle Dumbledore, I'll go last," she said with maturity and gentleness.
"But-" Dumbledore tried to protest, but failed.
"No," Amber Rose continued, her eyes glistening. "These first years deserve their chance to shine."
The first years cheered at this assessment and Amber Rose ducked her head bashfully.
"Oh, alright, whatever feels right to you, Amber Rose," Dumbledore agreed.
"Thanks, Uncle Dumbledore," Amber Rose said and she planted a kiss on the headmaster's withered cheek.
The first years started being sorted, but nobody could pay attention to anything but Amber Rose's arrival.
"I never knew Dumbledore had a great niece," Hermione whispered. "It was never mentioned when I read about him."
"You read about Dumbledore?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, of course. I wanted to know about our headmaster," Hermione replied.
"Yeah, Ron," Harry teased with a smile. "Shouldn't you know this by now? Hermione looks everything up."
Ron shrugged. "Don't blame me for still being a tiny bit surprised."
"What house do you think she'll get into?" Ron asked the group.
"Maybe Hufflepuff? She was kind enough to let the first years get sorted first even though she could have gone first," Hermione theorized.
"I hope Gryffindor," Ron said. "It would be nice to have a new and interesting person around here."
"Aren't I enough?" Harry teased.
"Well, it'd be nice to find a person who doesn't do everything," Ron said, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"Says the prefect," Harry remarked, oblivious to Ron's tone of voice.
"Right! I beat you at that, mate," Ron exclaimed to Harry.
"Shh," Hermione said. "She's getting sorted."
The last first year had walked to his table among cheers, and Amber Rose had moved from her place next to Dumbledore to the Sorting Hat.
As it got placed on her head, the Sorting Hat made a grimace and started conferring with itself.
Almost five minutes later, the Sorting Hat made its choice. "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table cheered as it always did for its new recruits, but twice as rowdy, and the other houses sighed, disappointed by missing out on what surely must be a talented witch.
Amber Rose immediately sauntered up to the Golden Trio.
"Hello!" she pleasantly greeted with a smile. "May I sit here?" Amber Rose pointed to an unoccupied seat next to Harry, and Harry felt an odd feeling like somebody was sitting there before, but instead decided to focus on not drooling all over Amber Rose.
"Sure," he said. "I'm Harry Potter, by the way."
"Harry Potter!" Amber Rose's golden eyes twinkled, much like her great uncle's. "I've heard of you, you're the boy who lived!"
Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but there was a glimmer of pride in his voice when he spoke. "Yeah, I am."
"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said as she stuck out her hand for a hearty handshake. "I know a lot about Hogwarts, so I can help you adjust."
Ron nodded enthusiastically. "She's the smartest one in our year!"
Hermione blushed slightly, but did nothing to deny Ron's words.
Amber Rose leaned across the table to shake Hermione's hand. "Hello 'Mione. I have a feeling we'll be great friends." At Amber Rose's words, Hermione let out an uncharacteristic giggle, causing both of the boys to raise an eyebrow, both at the giggle and the new nickname.
"Well, I'm Ron Weasley," said Ron trying to shake off the strangeness of Hermione's actions. "How's it like being related to Dumbledore?"
Amber Rose suddenly grew somber and she stared at her lap. "I wouldn't know much," Her voice was quiet and demure now, almost like it was perfectly designed to squeeze out every drop of sympathy from their hearts. "He only took me in about a month ago, before that I've had to live with my step-father for all of my life."
Tears started making their way down her porcelain skin and Harry suddenly swept her into his arms, holding her close. "Shh, shh," he hushed into her hair. "It's okay, you're here with us now."
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, Harry had never been the touchy-feely type, and especially to girls he just met.
A couple minutes later, Dumbledore dismissed them to their common rooms and everybody stood up, eager to relax and catch up with each other after the long train ride and heavy meal.
Ron and Harry stood next to each other as they began to walk to the Gryffindor tower, Amber Rose choosing to mingle with her new classmates. Even Hermione lingered a bit behind, wondering what was with Harry's strangeness.
"Oi, Harry," Ron elbowed him in the side. "Getting a bit cozy to Amber Rose, eh?"
"I don't know," Harry answered, his voice hollow. "I don't know what came over me."
Ron glanced strangely at Harry and Hermione edged a bit closer. "Harry, Ron, how about we talk about this in the common room? We've got prefect duty, Ron."
Ron and Harry both nodded and Hermione cleared a path to the beginning of the group, Ron dumbly following behind.
Author's Note: Wow, this could actually be a Sue-fic if I wanted it to. Don't worry, it'll get a lot more sue parody later. And why is Harry at the sorting on time? Sue magic. Please review and fav!