Amber Hale was everything he needed. He loved her and she loved him enough to stay by him. The war had messed up his life but now that she is here, he would start living. That's what he thought until one rogue attack destroys everything. His girlfriend has suddenly forgotten him and their life together. She hates him, he loves her and she is pregnant. How will the Boy Who Lived save their relationship? Will love be enough this time? Can Harry make Amber fall in love with him, marry him and raise a family? Oh, and he has exactly a month to make it happen. Not to forget an ex-flame returning, a new prophecy and a chaotic group of friends.

Chapter 1:

Motions of time are complex. They build up the anticipation, slowly and steadily, with each tick leading to a tock and yet another tick. The slow melody of their movement do not frighten you, they rather put you to a slumber. The slumber which proves to be expensive when the melody strangles you in its notes, leaving your body in peace and soul in wonder. She knew that it was not fair on him but her heart still got torn when he said that. Or rather, didn't say that. Actually he didn't say anything. Sighing to herself she got up from the bed after realizing that sitting there forever would do no better. She was in no mood to go to the meeting, especially alone after her wizard..the wizard who happened to be her partner(insert snort here please), did a quick turn and had rushed there early. Silly old men, don't they ever understand that running away never helps and actually builds up the problem? She needed distraction and needed it now. Her eyes fell on her short-term addiction and the next thing she knew she was typing away at her beloved e-diary. It had become an obsession of sorts after Hermione had gifted the latest Muggle fascination, the laptop and she had discovered the amazing world of the Internet. The words Amber Josephus Hale seemed to mock her from the cover as she ignored the idea of the name which could have been. Amber Pott...Damn it, I should stop it right now!

"Why am I even doing this? I know its not something I should blame anyone about, but still! How could he 'not know' what to say after so long?" she whined for the 10th time since an hour ago. It was a weird thing yet felt normal to talk to oneself. When you live with one of the most complex men ever, you are used to it she guessed. It had been a usual morning with her waking up exactly 30 minutes earlier to him and gazing at the face which meant the world to her. As he opened his eyes with that half-smile she had felt something shift and did the unthinkable.

"Marry me" she whispered as she caught his eyes. He froze and slowly looked closer into her eyes. She knew that the mood had changed but continued "Marry me, because I love you. Because I love us and know that this love is enough to last me a lifetime. Last us a lifetime. We aren't the best couple available I know, but to me you are the only one I can form a couple with. You are the one I can be anything for, especially be just myself. You are the one whom my heart trusts and I will never change that. I promise to never leave you alone despite the fact that it seems like an impossible promise. I would die for you and live with you forever, anything would be fine. I know I sound stupid but I don't think I can imagine a life without you know. I love you ,you know? Whenever I imagine myself happy I see you beside me. I imagine my family starting with you. Be with me forever and let me be yours. Be mine and marry me.." by the end of my tirade she had noticed that his hands were getting cold against her arm. She waited with bated breath for his reaction and felt something go wrong when he closed his eyes. After what seemed like a million years, he opened them and reacted. He got up, walked to the bathroom and shut himself. She knew that she should have done something but the wind had been knocked out from her lungs and she just lay on the bed naked, wishing she could take back what had happened. Somehow she felt that instead of gaining his love, she had lost what she had.

As she was furiously typing down my frustration she heard a slight scraping of wood. Since she was the non-paranoid person in the house, she believed that another owl from the Order was clawing at the window to make her come to the meeting. Well tough luck she thought as she ignored it and continued to type. If there was one thing that she should have learnt after the past, it should have been Moody's words :Constant Vigilance. That was not to be as she heard a tad too late the sound of two footsteps behind her. She tried to search for her wand in the usual holster attached to her jean but remembered that it was near the bed. Slowly, preparing herself with any distraction tactic she had learnt from her friends, she turned to see the intruder. "Hello pumpkin" I heard the voice and my heart almost stopped as I saw the wand pointing at my Amber looked on, she saw the slow motion of a red jet swirling to her body. The last thought she had was that she should have told him goodbye. The darkness consumed as she felt the wall behind her crumble. Uh-oh.

Kingsley sighed as Harry seemed detached from the utter chaos. It was getting on his nerves by now as he snapped his fingers at the Wonder Wizard for the 100th time in the meeting. Raising a slight eyebrow he saw as the young man shook his head mutely and got up. "I'll be back. Excuse me." He said in a low voice and walked out the back door, half the crowd oblivious to him. As he stepped out of the burrow he felt the gust of wind providing a small relief. He had started feeling suffocated in there, with all of his friends and comrades heatedly discussing issues which were really not urgent. Maybe he was just being jumpy today. Or maybe it was not the same without her at the Order Headquarters. Damn it he thought in annoyance as he ran a hand through his messed up hair This was so not right! She should have been here! Ever since the morning fiasco Harry had felt like an arse. He had known that she meant every word, even more than she said. She had done what he should have done long back. He had known that she was the One for a long time now. Actually everybody knew. How many times had he heard Hermione, Luna and Padma drop not so subtle hints about the next step? The Weasley twins had gone further and had even bought him a ring to help in proposal. Just do it Harry they had said. The ring had been a prank one but he knew that they meant it. He really meant to do it. It was not one of the I-am-confused-is-she-my-girl scenarios. He loved her. More than he had ever loved anyone. More than his best friends and that was saying something. They had been together for 3 years and she had built him after the war had torn him apart. Limb by limb, piece by piece, she had put him back together- first as a well wisher, then as a friend and finally as his lover. He knew that he was expected to be with Ginny but when he had seen her with Malfoy and had actually felt no jealousy, he had known that they were not meant to be. Ginny had married Draco Malfoy against the world and Harry had personally been there to support her. He had not been alone as his 'friend' then had made the entire Weasley family see reason. She was not just his angel but had somehow saved the entire family. Including Hermione, Luna and the others severely affected by the ghastly war. She was life's gift to him and he was grateful for that. He knew how many guys would kill for her but also knew that she would never leave him for anyone else. She was just his soul-mate, his saviour. He really wanted to call her his to the world and put a ring on that beautiful finger. And then today morning happened.

He felt the world stop as he heard the words come out of her mouth. Somewhere in his mind he knew that he should kiss her, hug her and declare his undying love. He tried to say something but oddly his throat seemed to have stopped working. He closed his eyes and tried to form words. Instead he felt a rush of too many emotions and snapped his eyes open. She was still watching him, her eyes holding her heart out to him. Something snapped and he ran into the bathroom. He knew that he was breaking her heart and felt like scum. But something had happened and he had lost his opportunity. Now maybe , he had lost her too.

The entire day had been slow torture for him. He had avoided her like plague and she had not stopped him once. He probably had lost the right to apologize and beg her to give him a chance. A chance to do what? his conscience mocked to break her heart further?You ruined everything and now you want a chance?! Suddenly he heard the backdoor bang open and turned to see Ron's face. His best friend looked deathly pale and Harry felt his breath hitch with fear. "Harry..it..you need to.."

"What is it Ron?!" he snapped trying to get him to speak.

"Its Amber. She's been kidnapped."

The world slipped under Harry's feet and he ran into the house. It had taken the Weasley twins, Arthur and Ron to keep him restrained as Kingsley showed him a parchment stained with blood.

You won the war but now you will lose. Say goodbye to your little bitch. She will never be yours.

The blood was her's and Harry knew it. He felt bile rise up his throat. She is gone a little voice said in his head but his heart denied it. He felt a hand on his shoulder "Harry..she needs you." He heard his other best friend choke out in a seemingly calm voice. Hermione was as scared as he was but she needed him to be strong.

"Right!" he heard Kingsley take charge "We found this note and Bill has reported from Harry's house that Amber is missing. Now, the blood is hers we presume.." he glanced at Harry for a second to find him still glaring at the parchment "..and we should trace it. I am sure that it would help us." Arthur who was silent till now, came forward and placed the tracing spell on the dried blood. Suddenly the note caught up in flames and everybody gasped. "It's cursed!" Hermione whispered as Harry tried to extinguish the flames in vain. An unholy wail left his mouth as he saw the last shred of parchment turn to ash. Luna and Fred held on to him while the others tried to think of something else. Suddenly Harry snapped up and looked at Kinglsey "We need to search. I need to go home!" he said in a raspy voice and apparated before anybody could stop him. Ron and Hermione followed him knowing that there would be no use stopping him. As Harry entered his house he felt the one emotion which had always come handy- rage. He took in the sight of the ransacked and half destroyed bedroom. His eyes caught the shining piece of wood on his bed and felt like tearing down the walls. "She doesn't have her wand!" he yelled as his foot kicked at some debris. Ron looked at Hermione in a silent gesture and went below to search for any clue. Hermione let her best friend vent out his anger at the furniture. She knew that he was close to losing his only family left but needed him to be strong for that one hope of rescue. After demolishing the bed Harry caught sight of a piece of cloth stuck to an end of the bed. His heart turned over as he recognised it as Amber's dress from the morning. His knees gave way and he flopped to the floor as his fingers grasped the silk. "I let her go Mione" he sobbed as the witch put her arms around his shoulders "I failed her in every way." As the two friends tried to get their bearings together they saw a bright light coming towards the window. Ron came bounding up at the same time and they saw Luna's Patronus enter "They seemed to have found her. She is in Hogwarts now" it said and disappeared. Harry didn't pause to think as he twisted in the air thinking of the woman he had almost lost. I am coming baby he mentally promised as he landed at the gates of his old school and ran towards it.

Amber felt the world grow groggy as she tried to fight the darkness. She had fled through the dingy corridors as she tried to hoodwink the murderers. Death Eaters to be more precise but she thought that they were hardly that as well. She had heard about the elusive gang of survivors the previous year and had been on vigilance since. Not quite enough she sneered to herself. Her part in the Order was always of investigation and spying and boy she enjoyed it! When her best friends Neville and Hermione had informed her of the regrouping Order process she had felt a unique fire coursing through her veins. This was it, the reason she had joined the amateur yet enthusiastic warrior group! Actually the reason was a person. Harry, she felt a sharp pain through her heart at his name. She was clutching to the few strands of life she could gather and wished that he could reach out to her. A muggle-born, Amber knew what the wretched Death Eaters could do to innocent people. They had murdered her parents when she was in her 6th year and now after the final battle, she had done everything to settle scores. Sure, she was not part of the core group of the planners nor was she a member of the Golden Trio, but she had always admired them. It also helped that she was in love with the Chosen One, Harry Potter. She knew Ron from school during Quidditch and had helped him out with his relationship to Hermione. She had been able to understand the brilliant Hermione Granger for her brains and rules-love but she had always felt an uncanny protective feeling towards the woman who had helped her Harry throughout his life. She had understood how she despised the famous mood swings of the boy who needed to shoulder responsibility and yet stuck with him. Amber knew how cursed the Order actually was and had therefore felt a surprising duty in herself to help them in any way possible. So when her captors had fumbled , she could hardly control her racing heart and mind. With her steely resolve never faltering she had apparated using a kidnapper's wand. She hardly knew where she was but believed that she was safer than 2 hours ago. She tried to open her puffed eyes which seemed to be soaked in blood and saw the steps to the steps of Hogwarts' entrance. How ironic she thought I chose the place which I hardly visit ever. Promising herself that she would remain alive in any way possible, she raised the wand painfully and sent up red sparks. She may not be the Chosen One but she chose to be the Not Dead One now. Her honey coloured eyes tried to stay open but suddenly she felt an uncontrolled pain pass through her brain. Her thoughts seemed to get mixed up and she could hear her own voice screaming in an inhumane manner. The voices of a few people came through a haze but her eyes had given under pressure and she saw as blackness consumed her. The last thought she felt was that a hand had touched her face and she was now alive.

Ok, I know that I am REALLY bad at updating but this will be a start of my good habits! I shall update this story as regularly as possible because this idea is kind of stuck to my head.

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