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About a week later at Lunch...

The usual spots were taken at the tables in the Great Hall. The walls echoed with voices excited about the upcoming Halloween feast. Also, at the Gryffindor Table there were low voices talking about Amber.

"I don't know why, but there's something up. She wasn't at the quiddich game this morning." said Harry frowning.

"Maybe she wasn't feeling well, or maybe she got hexed?" offered Ron, getting a tad annoyed with Harry's incessant worrying over Amber.

"She's perfectly fine, I saw her just before dinner." said Hermione, offering what little she could into the conversation in between bites.

"I don't know, I can just feel something wrong here." Harry said shaking his head.

"Is it a feeling in the pit of your stomach?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah."

Hermione raised a brow, "Something like, You-Know-Who wrong, or something like family complications?"

"Something like, You-Know-Who."

They all exchanged glances as Amber joined them, "Hello, what's going on? Why aren't you guys talking?"

They shifted uneasily at the table. Ron and Harry looked at each other, and Hermione shrugged and returned to her book.

Amber frowned slightly, what were they hiding? "Fine, you don't have to be so cold." She started to get up.

Harry outstretched a hand, "No!"

Amber rose a brow, "What's going on?"

"That's what we would like to ask you, Amber." Ron said gesturing to her flushed face and the nervous swallow, "You've been running around like a bloody chicken with her head lopped off."

Harry nodded, "Tell us the truth, you can trust us."

Amber looked around, at all the people not paying them any attention, and swallowed again. "Okay, I'll tell you." She tried to look as calm as she possibly could, "He's coming back, Harry."

"Who's coming back?"

"You-Know-Who!" Amber looked at the Slytherin table, "And we won't be able to stop him," She sniffled, "He'll come and kill us-"

"Amber it's alright, Harry will protect us, no one's dying around these parts. Even if Harry somehow fails, Dumbledore will look after us too. No worries." Ron said with a carefree attitude.

"Do you know something we don't?" asked Hermione.

"I know many things I shouldn't." She closed her eyes, "I've been under close surveillance for the past several weeks to make sure I don't tell anyone. But now, I'm not sure what's to happen... Now that all this has happen, you know? I know I shouldn't have told you."

"No, you've done a world of good, for us and for you." Harry said patting her pale hand, his mussed up hair falling over the green eyes, "Don't you worry, we'll take good care, right guys?"

Hermione and Ron nodded.

Amber forced a smile and began to eat. They didn't know what it was like, they weren't related to HIM, and she knew that she only hinted at some already released information. Even so, it was like playing Russian roulette with 5 out of the 6 compartments loaded. She winced at the thought.

At the Slytherin table Arie raised a brow at her sister. What had she said, what would be done? She's done for; I swear on-

"Don't be such a spoil sport, Ajax!" giggled Pansy Parkinson.

Arie blinked, "Hmn?"

"I wasn't talking to you, moron." Pansy said sticking her nose in the air. As she did, her badly powdered cheeks shone in the fading sunlight.

Arie rolled her eyes, "What ever, flower pot."

Draco smirked, "Girls, girls..."

Pansy grinned at her little posse, winking, "They don't know what going to hit them." She whispered.