Authors Note: Gah. so, ive realized that no yo soy inintelegente persona (yeah, spanish) and i wrote the hogsmeade part for sunday and then skipped over it, made it monday, and then mentioned it again. so, im gonna put the hogsmeade trip on wendsday. why? because i can. the detention with umbridge is still on though. anyways, sorry that it took me longer than expected to write this chapter. ive been piled up on homework and stuff at church and such. plus, i find out my highschool placements tomorrow so, im a bit nervous for that. the only thing im for sure about is taking adv. directing/acting and theatre. so yeah, fingers crossed (:

Oddly enough, the Hogsmeade trip had been rescheduled to Wendsday. Amber got up early to do her hair and make up. She wasn't quite sure as to how to do her hair that day. She didn't want to straighten it because that's what she did every day. She decided that she would let her hair do it's natural thing, be wavy. She put on some brown eyeliner making her blue eyes pop more than usual. Putting on a blue flowing tank-top with a white zip-up hoodie over it, skinny jeans, and flats, Amber grabbed her aviators (knowing that it would be sunny) and walked out of her dorm. She had agreed to meet Harry downstairs at 10 am.

When she walked down the stairs, she saw Harry reading the Prophet. He seemed angry but once Amber saw what was on the cover, she knew why. In big, bold letters it said, Potter: The Boy Who Lies? More Inside with a picture of him on the cover. Ignoring it, she went over and sat on the arm of the armchair he was sitting in.

"Whatcha doin'?" She asked looking over his shoulder to look at the article.

"Oh, nothing," He said. When Harry looked up at her, his jaw dropped.

"You look stunning."

"Why thank you," Amber replied smiling.

"Shall we?" Harry asked holding out his hand.

"We shall," Amber said taking his hand.

As they walked around Hogsmeade, Amber was filled with joy of being able to be with Harry. He always seemed to make her happy. He knew how to make her laugh which she liked in a guy. They had been to all of the possible places to go to in Hogsmeade when suddenly, the sunny day became cold. Amber had felt this feeling before. Although she had only felt it once or twice, it frightened her, reminding her of terrible memories, terrible memories which had been brought back to her at that moment.

Flashback --

Amber and her brother, Eric, had gone into hiding in the small town of Algonquin, Illinois. Eric had been accused of the killing of 5 muggles and 3 wizards, which Amber knew he hadn't done.

She and Eric had just finished having dinner and they were both washing the dishes when suddenly a wave of depression washed over their happy setting. Although they both knew what it was, they refused to believe it. As the air got colder, Amber dropped the plate which then crashed to the floor.

"No... no," she whispered.

"Amber, go downstairs into the basement and keep yourself well hidden. Use 'it' if you really have to," Eric said mentioning the secret the two shared between them. Amber shook her head.

"I'm not going without you, Eric," She said, tears swelling up in her eyes. All of the sudden, the dementors broke through the doors. Amber screamed as Eric jumped infront of her screaming, "Expecto Patronum!" and a whispy lion came out of the tip of his wand.

Unfortunatly, he could not produce enough happiness inside of him to protect himself and fainted on the spot. Amber, to scared to even think, could not make a sound as she watched the soul of her beloved brother receive the dementors kiss. She started bawling as she could not save him.

When the dementor was finished with Eric, he moved over to Amber, about to suck away her soul as well.

"Expecto Patronum!" And a jaguar shot out from the end of Amber's wand. She thought of the happiest thing she could, seeing her brother, laughing and smiling like the way he used to before he was accused. When she opened her eyes, both the dementor and her brother were gone. And all she could do, was cry.

Amber shook that thought out of her mind knowning that that moment was what the dementor wanted. Since Amber and Harry were on the rim of Hogsmeade, no one could hear them. That memory kept replaying over and over in Amber's mind. It's all my fault. It's all my fault, was all she could think. As the tears began to pour down her face, she was starting to have difficulty breathing and fainted.

The last thing she remembered was Harry shouting and a stag come from his wand.

so, kinda cool background on Amber that you never knew before. I really didn't... I made this up on the spot... and hmm. (gosh i sound like my history teacher. he always says hmm. hes very monotone though) what is 'it'. don't worry, you'll find out later.

Anyways, the next chapter should be up super soon. Pinky promise (: