Authors Note: So Im determined to get this story done by either tonight or tomorrow.
HBP countdown: 115 days
"No," Amber whispered. "No. No. No. No!" She began to shake and tears began to roll down her face. Hermione pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort her. Amber looked up from Hermione's shoulder to see Harry run after Bellatrix Lestrange.
"This can't be happening..."
"I'm so sorry, Amber. I'm so so sorry."
Amber left her embrace, and walked to the passage way that Harry had went through minutes before.
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She knew she wasn't alone right away by the whimper that came from Ginny. The main floor of the Ministry of Magic had been destroyed. Dumbledore was kneeling over a distrested Harry thrashing in agony. Something, or someone, had taken control of him.
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Harry's POV
Voldemort continuously brought back painful memories. His mother dying, Cedric dying, and now, Sirius dying. He brought back memories of worry, distress, and anger. Harry gained himself for a moment ans saw Amber, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna all standing a few feet away. Amber had looked as if she had been crying and now had a worried look that starred him straight in the eyes.
Memories from when he had first met Ron and Hermione, when he first came out of the hospital after getting the Sorcerer's Stone and saw them smiling, when Hermione came back from being petrified, and Hermione and Ron laughing with him flooded his mind. The memories when Amber came down the stairs that early morning reading, the first time he held her in his arms, when they first kissed, the times alone together...
"You're the weak one," He said, "And you'll never know love. Or frienship. And I feel sorry for you."
All the memories that had been recently played in his head, played again as Voldemort left him.
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Amber's POV
Voldemort had emerged from Harry. She sucked in and held her breath. His wand was pointed right at Harry. Amber held he wand out, ready to attack.
"You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you'll lose," Voldemort looked over at Amber and back at Harry, "Everything."
Many of the ministry people began to floo in, including the Minister of Magic.
"He's back!" The Minister half whispered. And Voldemort was gone.
Sorry for that last chapter. It sucked, I know. I kinda liked this one... kinda. One more chapter, I think. Then I'll start the sequel which I am excited about (: