Authors Note: Does anyone read these anyways...?
HBP countdown - 124
For the most part, Harry had been calm through Amber's explanation. He seemed to have gotten used to the idea of his girlfriend being an animagous.
After leaving their detention and coming back to the common room, Hermione was not pleased with the way they had been punished.
"This is terrible! You two have to go to Dumbledore."
"No," said Harry, "He's got enough on his mind already."
"Harry, this has to be reported."
"It might get Umbridge fired, mate."
"No. It doesn't."
"Harry... This might be-" Amber started to say.
"Would you all just drop it?!"
"What's gotten into you lately?" Amber stood up from the couch and walked over to the stairs. "I'm going to bed."
Harry just sat there starring at his hand. He and Amber usually never got irratated with one an other but he didn't want to admit that Hermione and Amber were right.
"Harry, why won't you listen to us?"
"You wouldn't understand..." He got up and walked over to the stairs just as Amber had a few seconds ago.
"Then help us to."
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Thrashing, Harry encountered yet another bad dream. But this one, had been unusual.
He had been somewhere he did not know but the room had been filed with glass balls, all different sizes. Mr. Weasley had been standing in what seemed to be the middle of it all around the number, 95. Turning around, Mr. Weasley looked frightened as something began to attack him, just like a snake. What scared Harry the most was he seemed to be the attacker.
Sitting up in his bed, Harry pushed his hair out of his face and looked around. Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron had all been woken up and starring at him. All he needed were to words to say.
"Mr. Weasley."
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The following morning had been uneventful due to the fact that most people had gone home for the holidays. Amber had no choice but to stay considering the fact that she had no place to go.
"Sirius wrote to me," said Harry as he sat down in the chair across from Amber and Hermione. Ron had already gone home along with Ginny, Fred, and George to see their dad.
"And?"
"Everyone's spending Christmas at Grimmuald Place. Are you coming, Hermione?"
"Most likely. My parents are vacationing in France. They wanted to go skiing. And considering im not very good..."
Amber laughed. Hermione sent her a glare and Amber stopped.
"What are you doing for Christmas, Amber?" Harry asked.
"Staying here. I've got no where else to go..."
"You could come stay with us. I'm sure Sirius wouldn't mind." Harry began to take out some parchment and his quill and began writing a letter to Sirius telling him that Amber needed a place to go.
"No, it's fine. I'd feel like I'd be ruining everyones fun. I mean, I don't really know anyone..."
"Nonsense," said Hermione, "Mrs. Weasley will welcome you as her own."
"Yeah. And Sirius has tons of rooms in that house."
"Well, as long as it's alright with Sirius... I'll have to go and tell McGonagall that I'm not staying after all." Amber got up from her chair and climbed out the portrait hole.
While walking to McGonagall's office, she ran into Draco Malfoy. She never really had a problem with him, although she knew that Harry had a loathsome passion for him. Amber never understood why but didn't bother to ask. Harry had always questioned her neutral feelings for Draco, but to Amber, he was just there.
"Watch where you're going mudblood," He said bending down to pick up his books. Amber bent down as well and picked up a few pieces of parchment of his and his Herbology textbook.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I really have an issue with walking. Complete clutz..." She handed him back his things and smiled. He looked slightly confused and his took them from her hands and placed them into his bag still looking at Amber in a daze.
"Yeah... well... like I said, watch where you're going."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," She replied with no tone of sarcasim. She honestly hated being on peoples bad sides. More like hated being hated. Plus, Draco seemed like one you wouldn't want to cross. "Well, seeing that you're in a complete daze, I guess I'll see you in Potions when the holidays are over. Sorry again for bumping into you."
Smiling again, Amber continued down the hall to McGonagall's office. She felt eyes burning holes in the back of her head but she didn't stop to look back.
So i kinda liked writing the whole part with Draco. He'll become a bigger character in the sequel (yes, my dear fans, there shall be a sequel), but for now, he's just kinda there. So chapters are going to start coming more quickly, I hope because I really wanna get to the next story. I've got it all planned out.