"I'm Amara Windsor," she offered as a boy bustled into the shop. He had Red hair and green eyes that lit up his whole freckled face. Amara went weak at the knees. "You are late!" Hermoine said to him. The boy wriggled his hips at her. "Don't you mean, Fashionably late?" he grinned at her warily, expecting an outburst. "No, just late, get up Ron!" she pulled him up onto the next chair. Ron mumbled in protest. "But I thought you stayed over in Parvati's this year? Aren't Me and Harry good enough?" Hermoine blanched as Ron finally got to her.

"Oh, hello. Are you in Hogwarts, too?" Ron looked over Hermoine at Amara, who went red. "No, stupid, she going to a school in the North Pole that has exactly the same crest and is also incidentally called Hogwarts!" Hermoine hit Ron playfully. Ron swatted back at her in annoyance. "I was just trying to converse! So, what's your name?" Amara went silent again. "Amara" Hermoine answered. "Amara, that's a nice name, how did you become a witch?" Amara now looked ready to cry. Hermoine noticed and changed the subject. "Where's Harry?" she said quickly.

Ron shrugged and started to talk to Amara again. "Who'd you come with?" Amara finally got the courage to answer. "Hagrid" she responded as she felt her shyness leave her. She looked over at the door to see a boy with messy black hair talking to Hagrid. "Hagrid?" Hermione's face split into a smile. Amara flinched. The only smiles she had ever gotten were jealous, cruel or sympathetic. Even from her parents she had never gotten a smile, she hardly ever saw them.

The boy with black hair waved at Hermoine and Ron, throwing a quick smile at Amara. 'They're talking about me, oh my god, I hate this!' Amara thought. She covered her cheeks and averted her attention to Ron and Hermione's conversation and wished she hadn't. They had obviously seen her attention had been caught by something. "Stop asking her questions, Ron! Maybe she doesn't want to tell you! Maybe she's shy! Or maybe she had a bad past she doesn't want to tell about. I mean…er ... nothing!" Hermoine suddenly stopped short. Amara wished she hadn't told Hermoine how she'd become a witch, or maybe Hermoine recognised her.

"Well if it isn't the church mouse and the mud blood!" drawled a voice. Hermoine suddenly stopped and gritted her teeth. Amara already knew the person had insulted both her new friends. "Go to hell, Malfoy!" Amara just stood awkwardly. "I wish I could, being in a room with you two is much worse," Hermoine told Malfoy to shut up. Ron told him to get bent. Amara realised the meaning of mud blood and glared at Malfoy.

"You must be Amara Windsor," he said, looking up at her. Amara flinched, she didn't think anyone would recognise her. "So what if she is?" Ron stuck up for Amara. "My god Weasley, I knew you were poor but surely you can afford a newspaper?" Amara felt like hitting this boy. "We know the news, but we don't care who she is, she's our friend!" Amara felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty to Hermoine, they had only met twenty minutes ago and Hermoine hadn't teased her at all, even called her her friend.

"I thought you didn't like muggles, Malfoy?" Ron said. "And you tried to make friends with Harry first, Even though he's half blood. You're just a suck-up, Malfoy" A pale tinge appeared on the pale boy's cheeks. He held a hand out to Amara to shake. Amara reached for it. Hermoine and Ron gasped. Amara hit it back to him. "No thanks, I'd rather stick with my friends, who don't mind me being a muggle-witch. Thanks, but no thanks" She smiled at Hermoine and Ron, who both winked back. Malfoy stood where he was, frozen in a position. "Bye-bye!" Amara waved. He gritted his teeth and stomped out. "Way to go, Amara!" Ron tried to give her a high five and fell off his stool.

"Good going Amara" smiled Hermoine. "He's a real creep. By the way, what house do you think you'll be in?" Amara thought for a second. "Hufflepuff…" she trailed. "At least you won't be in Slytherin!" Amara smiled sheepishly, she wasn't used to actually smiling. "You're all finished," said Madam Malkin, tacking up a seam. "I'll have it ready for you in an hour" Amara thanked her, and went to get Hagrid, who paid. "Bye Ron, bye Hermoine, see you tomorrow!" They waved back at her.

"Who was that you were talking to, Hagrid?" she asked. "Was that Harry Potter?" Hagrid nodded, and changed the subject. "Hermoine thought Hagrid loved to talk about Harry. Hmmm"

Amara thought about this as she returned home. She took off her coat and shook her head, dumping her load on her bed. She sighed and stood in front of her mirror, Brushing through her hair. Amara looked down and noticed everything was gone. Her makeup, her jewellery, her books, everything! She opened her wardrobe, which was also empty. "Weird…" Then she saw it. In the corner, surrounded by candles, was a coffin. In that coffin was… "Wha-?" She gazed down at the body inside. Her.

"What's happening? She reeled as if from a hard smack. Written on a small card over "Her" heart was "Amara Regina Concepta Windsor, loved and missed dearly" Amara started crying, She had never really cried before. Her eyes had watered but she had never cried. She curled up on the floor, which she had always done when she was upset, though in her memory, she pretended that she could use magic to make it all go away. Now it was all too real and frightening.

She felt a light hand on her shoulder. She didn't want any more shocks, so she just pretended it wasn't there. "Nothing is on your shoulder, Amara, get a grip on yourself! This'll all be over tomorrow and you'll be on Candid camera! You are ok! You are strong and that hand on your shoulder isn't beginning to hurt…It isn't! OWCH!" She said the last bit out loud. "Sorry, dear" said a familiar soft voice. Amara looked up. "Huh…Professor Astra?"

"We had to let you find out for yourself. You aren't dead, that isn't you" Amara peered in at the coffin. "Oh my god… This is a sick joke! You've murdered someone else and put them in my place" Her breathing became quick and sharp. "No, It isn't anyone! It's a magic mannequin!" Amara lowered her arm that was shielding her face. "We enchanted it to look like you!" Amara calmed down. "Really?" "Really! You were too famous to just disappear for a school year. I'm sorry, dear"

"So…I'm legally dead?" she said in a defeated voice "Then who am I?" She sank back down onto her knees. "You are still Amara. But…you are an orphan. You will stay at a muggle orphanage, and come to Hogwarts during the school year. Luckily, the orphanage is co-run by a witch; so if you need help, go to "Arabella Figg"

Amara accepted this, and stood up. "So what now?"

-And now it's time to leave it to Kat!-

Kat: Are we happier now?

Hermione: *shriek* I STAYED WITH PARVATI?! WHEN I SHOULD HAVE STUDIED FOR MY OWLS?!

Kat: Calm down!

Ron: I like it!

Kat: *dumbstruck* You do?

Ron: In any fic that I win an argument with Malfoy, I like it!

Kat: *pout* Of course you'd win.

Harry: So what's with Hagrid in your story?

Kat: I'm not gunna give away all my plot details. You're just going to have to see.

*A black and green flash runs by crying her eyes out and bawling over being dead*

Kat: Uhm… That was either Amara or Myrtle.. Either way, I'm off!