Disclaimer: I only own Amber. I dont own the hp series. Although, i wouldnt mind owning fred... (;

AN: so, Amber's an American girl going to Hogwarts in seek of a new adventure. Amber doesn't know who her parents are and assumes that she is muggle-born. She had to leave her love, Kyle (who's a muggle), back home. He's one of the reasons she left. She was afraid that if she told him the truth, he wouldnt love her. Which brings her to Hogwarts. Amber's in Gryffindor in her fifth year (which is also Harry's fifth year). Will she find new love? Will she get the adventure she wanted? Well read if you wanna find out. Reviews are greatly appriciated. CC is also allowed.

It was just like any other day. Amber woke up to the sound of Lavender Brown, her obnoxius roommate, snooring. She didn't know how the rest of the girls slept through it all. Must have been the fact that they've been going to school together since they were 11. Amber, on the other hand, had just started her first year at Hogwarts this year. She was an American girl living in London. One of us is not like the other... she sang to herself, silently laughing. She changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and took her hair out of the pony tail it was in letting it fall down to her middle back. Figuring that everyone else in the house was still asleep, she grabbed her book and went down to the Common Room.

Amber, being the bookworm she is, had been reading the whole way down the stairs, not bothering to look up when she got to the bottom, had not noticed that she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep in on that Saturday morning. Someone had cleared their throat causing Amber to jump and throw her book out of her hands.

"Oh, sorry about that. Though you knew that I was here," a boy said. Amber looked up. It was just Harry. Well, it wasn't just Harry. It was Harry, the Boy Who Lived, the boy with the greenest eyes, the boy with the cutest smile... Amber shook herself from her thoughts.

"Don't worry about it," She said smiling as Harry bent over to grab her book.

Handing her her book back he asked, "So, what brings you to the Common Room this early in the morning?"

"Lavender's snores," Amber said. Harry laughed which brought a smile to Amber's face. "And you?"

"Bad dreams..." He said with a look that meant that that conversation was over. "Fancy sitting by the fire?" Harry said holding his arm out.

"I'd be delighted," Amber said in a fake british accent which caused Harry to laugh again and took his arm.

Amber always felt this way around him. Like there were a million butterflies waiting to be let loose in her stomach. She then would have to try and shake the feeling reminding herself of Kyle whom she loved more than life itself, even if he was more than 1,000 miles away.

"So, Amber, tell me what it's like to be one and only American girl," Harry said breaking her thoughts.

"Funny you ask. I was just thinking that this morning. Well, I guess it's kind of odd. I mean, I'm the only one without a cool accent," She laughed.

"What are you talking about? You've got an awesome accent," Harry said reassuring her.

"Yeah, well, I try," Amber said. Harry laughed.

"I'm guessing that's some original American humor," He said still slightly laughing.

"Sure, sure," She smiled. Harry smiled back at her. Amber loved the way his hair was never and could never been perfect. She loved the way he smiled at her.

Bringing herself out of her trance, she changed the subject, "So, what are you're plans for today?"

"Sadly, nothing. Quidditch practice is canceled for today because Angelina is sick and so is about half the team."

"Oh, that sucks," Amber said.

"Yeah, really. How 'bout you?"

"Hmm. Thinking of calling some people back home in my country tis of thee," Harry smiled again, "Then chilling for the rest of the day. Really quite boring if ya ask me," Amber replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Me too," Harry laughed again. Damn my ability to flirt! Amber tought.

As their conversation continued about Qudditch, O.W.L.s, and how terrible Snape is, people started to come down the stairs for breakfast. Harry asked Amber if she'd accompany him to breakfast and they went to the Great Hall to eat.

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After breakfast, Amber decided to call Kyle from the comfort of her dormroom.

"Hullo?" said a sleepy voice she knew to be Kyle.

"Aw, damn, Kyle. I'm sorry. I forgot about the time diffrence," Amber apologized.

"S'okay. Well, I'm gonna go back to sleep. I love you, Amber," Kyle said.

"G'night. I love you too, Harry," Amber replied not knowing what she had said until two seconds after she said it.

"What?" Kyle said suddenly very much awake.

"Uhm, nothing, Kyle. Nothing," She said suddenly.

"Who the hell is Harry?!"

"Bloddy hell, Kyle. No one!"

"No one my ass! I knew that this would happen when you left! You didn't leave 'cause you needed a new environment! You left 'cause you wanted a new love!" Kyle yelled into the phone.

"No, no Kyle! I left for you're own good," Amber said crying trying not to mention that she was a witch.

"Yeah, whatever. I can't do this anymore, Amber. I'm done with this all. You never tell me anything. You never have. We're done," Kyle said and hung up.