Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter!! If i did Sirius would NEVER EVER Die!!!

A/N: This is my first story so be nice ;) and This story doesn't really correspond with the HP series but who cares?? I mean this is a Fan Fic so it can be anything about HP. I do need ideas for pranks so feel free to make suggestions!

Chapter One:
My name is Amber Halliwell.

Otherwise known as Princess.

I am a pure-blood. THE pure blood. The daughter of Cecilia and Wade Halliwell. I was supposed to be the perfect daughter. Every fiber of my being pointed to a perfect, posh pureblood life. I inherited my father's smooth dark hair and my mother's vibrant purple eyes. I had everything going for me. I was intelligent, rich, and stunning beautiful. What every pureblood parent wants their daughter to be. I lived the privileged life of a pure blood.

A life fit for a Princess.

I was nick-named 'Princess' by my father the day I was born. He swore I would have every pleasure a Princess had. I was brought up in a traditional pure-blood family. Lavish, chaste, and dark. I lived up to my name.

Sure, my birth certificate says my name is Amber.

But everyone knows I'm Princess.

***

I wake up from the sunlight pouring in through my huge windows in my room. I roll off the bed and was just going to take a shower when I happen to glance down at my bed.

There is a boy on it.

Not just any boy. A very cute boy, who also happens to be some powerful wizard's son.

Shit, I forgot about the party last night.

Another party my parents tend to throw every month. Exclusively for the influential, wealthy purebloods. I swear my mother is addicted to parties like these. A bad habit really.

The whole night was actually just a blur. Apparently one-too-many shots of fire-whisky.

Now if I can only remember his name… Fr something. Or maybe it began with R? Ryan?

The boy stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey Ryan!" I smiled, hoping he would get up. The sooner he was out of my bed the sooner I could throw him out of my house.

"It's Brian" He said, looking dejected.

Oops. Hmm Ryan must have been last month's party.

"Right. Brain." I say searching for his clothes. "Look it's been fun and everything, but I really need to get you out of here before-"

*knock knock*

Sweet Merlin! Too late. The only person who would get up this early barges into my room.

"Princess so glad your up!"

Meet Harriet Halliwell. My Grandmother.

"I always knew you were an early riser. You get that from my side of the family. As I always say, a moment wasted in bed is a moment- Good heavens, who is that strapping young lad?"

"Good morning Grandma. This is Brad."

"My name is Brian"

My grandmother faces a shirtless Brian on my bed. "Pleasure to meet you." Then turning to me, "Now princess darling. I suggest you get ready. Your father is stressing out downstairs. Something about a family conference. Your mother is in a foul mood, I daresay she had one too many drinks last night. I recommend wearing a purple shirt today. You always have looked stunning in purple. It brings out your eyes. And having your mother seeing her pretty little princess just might lighten up her temper."

My grandma has convinced herself that any problem can be fixed if one looks beautiful enough.

"Nice meeting you, Bob" And with a swish, my Grandmother was out the door.

"It's Brian." He mumbles

The poor chap.
I resume my search looking for lost articles of clothing. I finally find a pair of pants under my bed "Here" I told Brian simply, throwing the pants to him "These belong to you."

"Thanks" he begins putting them on "You know Amber. I really think we had a connection. I've never felt about any other girl this way."

Connection? What connection? "Brian. You're a sweat guy and all. But I just don't think it will work out between us."

"But I lov-"

I roll my eyes "Can we talk about this later?" I start pressing him towards the window. "Don't bother owling me. I'll connect you."

I'm such a liar

"Goodbye Ben" I mutter and push him out the window.

***

I'm sitting in a very uncomfortable chair.
With very uncomfortable people.
Talking about a very comfortable topic.

The chair? Some expensive antique.
The people? My dear family.
The topic? Me.

Stupid family conferences. Usually I zone-out during them. I honestly don't care about who should be a death eater or what muggle they should murder next. Same old dark depressing story every time. But of course, in this particular conference it would probably be unwise to daydream. The conversation is centered on me.

"Now Princess," My father, Wade Halliwell, looks intently at me, using my family pet-name. "As you know Sirius Black-"

"That Bloody traitor. I'd kill him if he was my son" Interrupts my uncle.

Ah, my dear uncle Navon. Always ready to kill someone.

"Thank you Navon. But I am afraid that is not an option at this exact moment. We have come up with a better idea. Now will you please refrain just such outbursts." Resumes my father.

Uncle Navon takes a swig of rum from his mug and bitterly mutters under his breath.

"Yes Navon" My Grandmother pips up from the corner of the room. She has a glass of wine in her hand. Why in sweet Merlin's name does she insist on drinking in the morning is beyond me. "Do be a darling and let your brother continue. Now, where is that house elf? I need a refill on my wine."

"Mother. Please." My father looked exasperated at the lack of seriousness his family was taking the meeting. "First off we are in the middle of a tremendously essential family conference. Secondly, it is ten o'clock in the bloody morning. Spare us the 'entertainment' of you becoming drunk at this precise juncture."

"Nonsense. I am merely thirsty my dear boy. Prinky?" she calls to her house elf "I am in desperate need of some more wine. Be a dear and replenish my goblet. To the brink of the glass if you will"

My father ignores her and carries on, "The Halliwells, Blacks, and Parkers have taken the liberty of holding a similar meeting to discuss to future of said Black. We have communally decided on a path of action. That is where you come in Princess"

I look up at the sound of my pet-name and nod my head. Like a good obedient pureblood daughter should.

I'm Amber Halliwell. My family tells me to do something. I do it.

"In light of the present… situation. We feel it is necessary for you to attend Hogwarts this coming school year on an assignment. We want you to spy on Sirius Black. We know he and his associates are up to something. Naturally, work undercover, and report back to us every month on what you have learned. Now, you may use any technique you must-"

"Just bloody seduce him." Interjects the voice from the corner.
I roll my eyes. Oh Grandma.
"Merlin knows you are an expert." she states taking another sip of wine.

"Mother, Please."

"Heavens, Wade. Have you seen your daughter? She could seduce any bloody man on this planet. I say, don't let those good looks go to waste." She smiles at me "You get your long legs and good body from my side of the family. And I used to have that exact same dark hair. You know in my prime teenage years I use to-"

"Save us the account mother. This is neither the time nor the place. This is a serious family conference." My father looked like he was about to throw some nasty curses. Which he will do without thinking twice.
Believe me, I know from very painful experiences.

Rule number one: Never aggravate Wade Halliwell.

Unless, of course, you're his mother.

Fortunately my grandmother lets the opportunity to narrate her famous 'when-I-was-young' stories to pass. "Certainly, love. But do please relax. Have some wine." She holds up her glass, spilling most of it on the lavish Persian Oriental rug.
How many glasses has she had?

My father continues to ignore her, "You will be placed in Gryffindor, which conveniently is where Black is. Throughout the year discover what you can about everything he is doing or plans to do. Sources have notified us on limited actions, but we feel it necessary to have a constant insider. Remember, Princess, this mission effects a lot of people. Think of the big picture. We want results."

"Yes father" I say. If Wade Halliwell wants results, you better bloody get him results.

I'm not certain on how they are sneaking me into Gryffindor. I'm sure it has to do with my family working for Voldemort. They are probably going to use some dark, dark magic.

That's my family for you.
And this is my life for you.
Do what my family tells me to.
If I don't want to?
Too bad.
I have to.
I'm the perfect pureblood daughter.
I'm Amber Halliwell.

Otherwise known as Princess.

A/N: So... what did you think of it? Love it? Like it? Hate it?
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