Amy glanced at Eight during Potions class the next day. Sometimes she wished that she and Eight could just get to know each other better, like sisters. Instead, they always had to fight something or someone evil. Then, she eyed Tasha, who had the unfortunate burden of being Annie's lab partner. Snape was very strict, and did not want any of the Amys paired together, because it would be a much too unfair advantage over his lovely Slytherins. Well, Amy was certain that if she or Eight were in Slyhterin, they would be working with Annie. It was also strange how Annie, Nine, was just one number in front of Eight, but was yet entirely different.
Amy managed to pull through her classes fairly well, despite her worry about Annie's plan. During lunch, Tasha came to sit with her and Eight, and she decided that the whole Annie thing could wait.
"Hi," Tasha said. "So which one of you is Seven?"
"I am," Amy said. "This is Amy, Number Eight from Brooklyn, New York."
"You can tell by my hair," Amy Eight said. "I wear mine up more often than Seven does."
"Oh," Tasha said. "Well, that Amy, Number Nine from Potions is such a jerk. You know, it's not easy having mean remarks and insults coming from someone who looks exactly like your best friend."
"I know, Tasha," Amy said. "But some people say that she's on Voldemort's side."
"Yes," Eight said. "She's also planning to destroy us."
Tasha gasped. "Why would Amys want to hurt each other?"
"She's not just an Amy. She's an Annie," Amy Eight said.
"That's just because her parents didn't like the name Amy. I know that Amy can be a French name if it's spelled Aimée, but I think they didn't like it because it means friend in French. So they changed it to Annie," Amy said.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Tasha asked.
"I don't know," Amy said. She, Eight, and Tasha were walking back to the common room, and Tasha nearly tripped over something. They all looked down, and saw a cold, lifeless body of a brunette girl who looked like she could be between sixteen and eighteen.
Eight kneeled down to feel her pulse, but Amy already knew of the girl's fate. Written in blood on the wall was: Avada Kevadra. Performed by Annie.
"What?" Eight gasped.
"Why would she leave evidence like that?" Tasha shrieked, trying not to look that the dead girl.
"Because I know I can beat you," Annie said, holding a wand in her hand.