I got on Platform 9 and ¾ with plenty of time to spare. Checking that Amber and Harry were still following me, I led them in a random direction.

"Ginny, are you sure this is a good compartment?" Amber asked. The compartment happened to have a sleeping man in it.

"I don't particularly care to go find another. The others look plenty crowded to me…"

"Hm, you have a point," Harry smiled at me, sending me into full on embarrassed mode. It wasn't a difficult task since the Chamber of Secrets. After seeing Amber enslaved as easily as Riddle could blink, I wasn't exactly comfortable away from Harry.

"Hey guys! Wait up!" Ron called. He and Hermione arrived swiftly, and put their luggage with ours.

"My bad…" I said. I didn't mean it in the slightest.

"Let me get this straight…" Ron said, looking at Harry fearfully. "Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?"

"It makes sense. One look at the Daily Prophet, and he'd know that he needed to get to Hogwarts to get to me. He escaped after murmuring that I was at Hogwarts. I defeated Voldemort: that's all the reasoning a madman would need."

"But Harry… aren't you worried?" Hermione asked.

"Of course he isn't, Hermione. What can Black do that's worse than Voldemort? Quirrell? Riddle?" I asked. Hermione looked fearfully at Amber, and then smiled.

"You're right… there is nothing Black can do that's worse than Riddle."

*SHUDDER*

"What happened?" I panicked. Amber opened the window, and tried to peek out. There was absolutely nothing that she could spot.

"When did the train ever stop?" Ron asked. The lights flickered off.

"And who turned out the lights?" Harry asked. I was quickly in his lap, and not altogether surprised to feel Amber there too.

"Quiet…" a voice said. We didn't know who, at first, before a fire was lit. The man in our compartment was now awake.

"R.J. Lupin!" Hermione cried out.

"How did you know his name?"

"It's on his suitcase, Ronald."

"I said quiet. I fear the worst…" Lupin told us. What exactly he feared needed no elaboration. A black-hooded man approached the compartment door, and opened it.

I revised my estimate. The 'man' had no legs, and his arms were easily concealed. His cloak seemed to constitute most, if not all, of his corporeal form. It drew a rattling breath, and seemed to be inhaling more than air.

Dumbledore's great defender? Pathetic. I shall get to Ronald Weasley, and he shall help me out of the Chamber. And then… my reign will begin.

No… please… anything but that… I heard a woman screaming, and knew no more.

"Three of them? That was terrifying…"

"Gin? Are you OK?"

"Amber… you alright?"

"Yeah… but what happened?" I asked, getting into a seated position. Amber and Harry weren't far to follow.

"Well… the thing came in here… and started sucking the air."

"You all passed out almost immediately… except you, Amber. 'Dumbledore's great defender? Pathetic. I shall get to Ronald Weasley, and he shall help me out of the Chamber. And then… my reign will begin.'? What were you talking about?"

"Amber, you had that vision too?"

"Hey, Ginny… that was terrifying. Very terrifying."

"That makes sense. The Dementors, also known as the Guardians of Azkaban, are the foulest creatures known to wizard or Muggle alike. Their dark power is to suck every happy memory, every joyous emotion, until the person is left with nothing but an empty shell of themselves. Now, one of the best cures is chocolate. I happen to have some here… take it. If you'll excuse me, I have to have a little word with the driver," Lupin discussed.

A little short... OK, a lot short, but I'm not sure how best to tackle multiple perspectives per chapter. The only reason the next chapter isn't here is because it's in Amber's perspective.

I genuinely apologize if the shock of the title change was a little sudden. The title just felt far more poetic, and Mystic Amber is kind of an artifact, since... we see through Amber's eyes... plus, by the end, Cursed Summer will make far more sense than you can comprehend it making now.

Some good news... I have by and large finished Pokemon Y. Thank you, GTS, and may someone trade me a Shuppet? Also, I now have some eagerness for the ending of this leg of the story, so I have both time and incentive to write. As if Goblet of Fire, the big reveal at the end of Order of the Phoenix, and the big finale weren't enough incentive...

Neither can live while the other survives.