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I suck at summaries but in this amber finally meets Harry Potter, after that everything goes wrong.
Amber flicked around and saw an old man in front of her, Professor Dumbledore. He looked at her with great curiosity, his great white long beard stood out among his robes. "I'm so sorry but I'll have to perform a memory charm." Dumbledore drew out his wand and in instinct Amber drew out hers. Dumbledore gave a little jump in surprise. A young witch living in privet drive?
Amber pulled some hair behind her ear and when she looked up the old man had disappeared. She looked both ways down the street and could see him no where. She turned her focus back on the fire, which was roaring with a tremendous heat and now looked dangerously like it was going to spread.
She saw people slowly wondering out onto the street in their pyjamas, and when she peered closely at the fire she could see heaps of people in clocks running around.
Then heat engulfed her and a tremendous bang burst her eardrums. She felt debris hitting her from all sides. She met the ground with a horrible force. Amber opened her eyes slowly she couldn't hear anything but she could see heaps of feet running around her to were the new explosion had sounded. She wanted to cry. Why was no one helping her? She tried to get up and she was about to slump down again when she felt someone sternly grab her arm and pull her up. It was her grandma.
Mrs Stone looked upon her grandchild. Blood Was dripping from her ears and scratches danced upon her face. Were could she put Amber? Were would she be safe? Mrs stone saw a depressed Mrs Dursley looking anxiously at her. Mrs Dursley came over and yelled loudly at Mrs stone so her voice could be heard over the fire.
"Have you seen Harry, the little brat I can't find him anywhere!" Mrs stone shook her head. Mrs Stone looked at Amber again. Her eyes were rolling and she was putting all her weight against her grandma.
Mrs stone half carried Amber to the nearest yard and rested her against a tree. She looked once more at Amber and rushed off to the fire. When Amber finally opened her eyes she could only see a distant foggy glow in the corner of her eyes, then as her eyes adjusted she could see every fine outline of the fires roaring flames. It looked as if no one could control the fire. It took a while until amber finally noticed the boy who was standing a little in front of her. She could only see the back of his head, which was composed of masses of messy black hair.
That very night Harry had woken up from the pain of his scar. He knew the fires had been Voldemorts doing. Who else could it have been? Voldemort must have put some kind of charm on the fire because not one person could slow it down. There were heaps of wizards trying to control the fire. Harry could see Professor Dumbledore and Mr Weaselly having a very deep conversation, with only occasional glances at the raging fire. Had Voldemort tried to kill him?
Harry heard an odd noise behind him, and in fright he turned around…A girl was leaning against the tree her eyes were staring at Harry lazily. Harry stepped back in alarm. What was she doing in his yard?
Harry thought she didn't look to well. Anyone would know that if they saw her. Her face was pale and blood was blotted around her face and her hair was mattered around her face as though she had just been swimming. She sighed wearily and slowly stood up.
"My names Amber Stone my grandma lives on this road, who are you?"
Harry had no idea what to do. Should he say something? "Umm… my names Harry…err Potter." He knew she wouldn't react strangely she was only a muggle. Amber's eyes grew large. What the heck is Harry Potter doing in poor old Privet Drive?
Harry saw her stunned reaction. Maybe he had something in his hair; maybe she thought he had a weird name.
"Are you THE Harry Potter? Like the boy who lived?!" Amber could not believe it. She was standing in front of Harry Potter! Threw his hair she could just see the lightning like scar on his forehead. He really was! Amber then slumped to the ground in exhaustion.
Harry kneeled beside her. "Are you a witch?" But Amber didn't hear him, for behind Harry was a tall cloaked man with his hood on. She could only just see his mouth and it was twisted into a deadly smile. Amber gave a little gasp as the man hurled something at Harry then she groaned with fear as he turned on her.
I suck at summaries but in this amber finally meets Harry Potter, after that everything goes wrong.
Amber flicked around and saw an old man in front of her, Professor Dumbledore. He looked at her with great curiosity, his great white long beard stood out among his robes. "I'm so sorry but I'll have to perform a memory charm." Dumbledore drew out his wand and in instinct Amber drew out hers. Dumbledore gave a little jump in surprise. A young witch living in privet drive?
Amber pulled some hair behind her ear and when she looked up the old man had disappeared. She looked both ways down the street and could see him no where. She turned her focus back on the fire, which was roaring with a tremendous heat and now looked dangerously like it was going to spread.
She saw people slowly wondering out onto the street in their pyjamas, and when she peered closely at the fire she could see heaps of people in clocks running around.
Then heat engulfed her and a tremendous bang burst her eardrums. She felt debris hitting her from all sides. She met the ground with a horrible force. Amber opened her eyes slowly she couldn't hear anything but she could see heaps of feet running around her to were the new explosion had sounded. She wanted to cry. Why was no one helping her? She tried to get up and she was about to slump down again when she felt someone sternly grab her arm and pull her up. It was her grandma.
Mrs Stone looked upon her grandchild. Blood Was dripping from her ears and scratches danced upon her face. Were could she put Amber? Were would she be safe? Mrs stone saw a depressed Mrs Dursley looking anxiously at her. Mrs Dursley came over and yelled loudly at Mrs stone so her voice could be heard over the fire.
"Have you seen Harry, the little brat I can't find him anywhere!" Mrs stone shook her head. Mrs Stone looked at Amber again. Her eyes were rolling and she was putting all her weight against her grandma.
Mrs stone half carried Amber to the nearest yard and rested her against a tree. She looked once more at Amber and rushed off to the fire. When Amber finally opened her eyes she could only see a distant foggy glow in the corner of her eyes, then as her eyes adjusted she could see every fine outline of the fires roaring flames. It looked as if no one could control the fire. It took a while until amber finally noticed the boy who was standing a little in front of her. She could only see the back of his head, which was composed of masses of messy black hair.
That very night Harry had woken up from the pain of his scar. He knew the fires had been Voldemorts doing. Who else could it have been? Voldemort must have put some kind of charm on the fire because not one person could slow it down. There were heaps of wizards trying to control the fire. Harry could see Professor Dumbledore and Mr Weaselly having a very deep conversation, with only occasional glances at the raging fire. Had Voldemort tried to kill him?
Harry heard an odd noise behind him, and in fright he turned around…A girl was leaning against the tree her eyes were staring at Harry lazily. Harry stepped back in alarm. What was she doing in his yard?
Harry thought she didn't look to well. Anyone would know that if they saw her. Her face was pale and blood was blotted around her face and her hair was mattered around her face as though she had just been swimming. She sighed wearily and slowly stood up.
"My names Amber Stone my grandma lives on this road, who are you?"
Harry had no idea what to do. Should he say something? "Umm… my names Harry…err Potter." He knew she wouldn't react strangely she was only a muggle. Amber's eyes grew large. What the heck is Harry Potter doing in poor old Privet Drive?
Harry saw her stunned reaction. Maybe he had something in his hair; maybe she thought he had a weird name.
"Are you THE Harry Potter? Like the boy who lived?!" Amber could not believe it. She was standing in front of Harry Potter! Threw his hair she could just see the lightning like scar on his forehead. He really was! Amber then slumped to the ground in exhaustion.
Harry kneeled beside her. "Are you a witch?" But Amber didn't hear him, for behind Harry was a tall cloaked man with his hood on. She could only just see his mouth and it was twisted into a deadly smile. Amber gave a little gasp as the man hurled something at Harry then she groaned with fear as he turned on her.