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Hermione's shrill voice invaded Amy's mind as lazy rays of sunlight spilled across her eyes and body. "Come on, now, up!" She heard the girl demand, a sweetness dripping like poison from her words. Amy blinked unsteadily and raised herself onto her elbows. It took many moments for her to register where she was, how she got there, and /why/ she was there. The never-ending chorus of Hermione's demands added to her confusion..She couldn't quite place everything in order with her sharp, crisp voice pounding into her ears.
Suddenly, Amy discovered the reason for Hermione's cries. Lexi was sprawled on a rather august bed that was decorated with gold and red sheets, in honor of Gryffindor's colors. Curtains that wrapped around the whole of the four-poster bed were drawn back with golden rope, that was so intricately braided Amy thought it might have been spiders who had done the deed. Resting her head on her hand, she sat up and glanced around the room, delighted to find this fanciful place she had always dreamed of was real. Crawling forwards, she discovered a large, wooden, maple trunk at the foot of her bed. Amy swiftly glided off the bed and onto the floor, where she unlatched the trunk's four locks, and revealed its contents. Inside she found three old, yet still regal books with their titles carved in gold. They were all bound in leather, (a rather peculiar leather, Amy mentally noted), and all presented Hogwart's crest as a proud emblem. Quite curious indeed, Amy unlatched one of the books, only to find pages upon pages of blank paper. Then she smiled. Written on the back of the front cover was her name, all cursive and gold. Amy then re-latched the diary and placed all three at her side. She secretly guessed Dumbledore knew of her fascination for writing.
What she found next forced a gasp from her. All perfectly folded and fitted were four different pairs of black dress robes, a pleated school skirt, Gryffindor-inspired ties, and matching shoes. A smile grabbed the corners of her lips as she felt the clothes between her hands, stroking them as if they were precious gems. Sighing, she rested them beside her and then began her search yet again. Her smile remained as if a steadfast knight, for in the next instance she had discovered a Transfiguration book. Mentally, she thanked Dumbledore, and rested the book in her lap. She was puzzled to find that accompanied by that book, was a Divination one to match. Why on earth would he want her to study the untrustworthy art of Divination…?
Suddenly, a shriek pierced the mental silence Amy had hidden herself within. Hermione had obviously forgotten her calm tones and was now screeching at Lexi, "Get up you prat! Get up now, I say! We're going to be late for classes you git, and I'm in charge of you, so I'm not about to let that happen!" She began to huff quite considerably, her curls all askew. "Jeez, I'm coming, don't have a /cow," Lexi snappily retorted, removing herself from her bed almost immediately. "Right then," said Hermione, who was now adjusting her robes. "I'll be in the common room waiting for you. Please hurry." Amy swore she saw an apologetic façade overcome Hermione in that instance. She didn't understand why, however, for she, too, understood Lexi could be a snot.
As Amy descended the steps, her arm linked with Lexi's, Erin's absence suddenly sprang upon her. "Where do you think Erin is?" She asked quietly, glancing back at their dorm's door. "I don't know…Did you see her this morning?" Lexi replied, her eyebrows drooping. Amy looked at her puzzled, but Lexi quickly informed her. "Do you hear that?" In the distance, a rather fast Celtic tune was playing, which frequent stomps on the floor and rhythmic clapping accompanied. "What in the-?" Lexi began, before poking her head around the last curl in the staircase. Laughter suddenly rang from the girl, and she broke free from her and Amy's 'linkage' and raced down the remaining steps.
Curious, Amy quickened her pace slightly, and then began smiling ear to ear. True to her Irish heritage, Erin was atop a rather fine oak table in the middle of the common room performing a rather complicated Irish 'jig.' And her audience seemed to be the accumulation of nearly all in the Gryffindor house- and her competitor, was none other than Seamus Finnigan.
The tune sped up, and Erin hopped down from the table, her eyes throwing a dare to Seamus. The boy grinned wildly and climbed onto the table, beginning to dance just as his feet hit the table. The tune sped faster and faster. Soon, Erin accompanied the boy while dancing, using as little of space to dance as possible. Amy watched, awe-struck as both of their feet flew naturally, faster and faster, no sweat shown on their brow. It seemed easy for them. Amy wondered how on earth Erin moved so quickly. The blonde was sure she'd never be able to accomplish such a feat; for, she knew she wasn't exactly..'graceful.' With an air of pleasure she swept closer to them, and began to clap alongside Ron Weasley, whom Amy noticed was undoubtedly shuffling closer and closer to Lexi with each beat that was thrown at their ears.
Later that day, Amy sat in the Great Hall, her sides occupied by Erin and Lexi. Lunch was just about to begin, and her mouth was watering with hunger. She hadn't seen Harry except for a brief moment in which he was exiting the portrait hole. She supposed he just needed time alone, although she wished to know more..He was a person who knew so much. And being in such a condemned world, she knew so little. She yearned to learn more of things such as bravery, and this world of magic and wonder. She was slightly startled to see him sit right across from her at the table, accompanied by Ron. It was strange, she noticed Hermione wasn't with them.
"Hi, Harry," Amy offered, her green eyes hopeful. "Hello," He muttered, his eyes flashing to her for a moment. "So, are you going to attend any classes?" Ron asked Lexi, his cheeks tinging pink. "Yes, I am, in fact. Divination and Care of Magical Creatures," She replied. "I've got Transfiguration and Divination," Amy said lightly. She suddenly felt Harry's eyes upon her, so she turned to look at him. "I've got Transfiguration after lunch," Harry stated, "I'll show you where it is." "Alright," Amy smiled weakly, before turning to Erin. "What classes are you taking?" Erin's nose suddenly scrunched and she spat out the word, "Potions." Harry and Ron both cringed at the thought and shook their heads. "My sympathies, mate," Ron said, his head shaking in shame. "Snape's a real bugger, and if you aren't careful he'll poke your eye out with his nose." His fingers made a motion that suggested this action. Lexi, Erin, Harry, and Amy burst into laughter, without noticing that a feast had suddenly appeared before them.
Amy could have sworn frost was beginning to ice the castle as she silently walked alongside Harry. "So," Amy muttered, "How're you holding up?" Harry groaned just ever so slightly, grinding his teeth together. The girl looked at him apologetically and then hung her head. "I'm doing alright," Harry suddenly said, his tones as warm as he could manage. "Oh, well I'm glad, I really am." She shifted uncomfortably as she said this, noting the awkward tension in the room. She dared to glance over at him, but she suddenly saw him moving away. Or- no, she was moving. Falling, more like it. Darkness began to swim within her eyesight, an image not of the castle replacing the darkness. She felt herself teeter backwards, her head slamming against something made of stone. In the distance she heard her name, but she didn't recognize the voice.
A darkly lit room suddenly swam into perspective, though she couldn't name the place. A shabby looking man stood in the corner of the room, shadowed by the walls. The fireplace was barely burning, so she couldn't make out any of his features. She heard him began to mutter to himself, but could only catch phrases. "..In the end, it will be for the best…Harry will come for me, his needs will overcome him and he will revive me, he will.." Amy tried to cry out to the man, but found she could not. She suddenly felt her throat constricting, dear oxygen unable to pass to her lungs. Blood seeped in the corners of her mouth, and she suddenly saw the man no more.