I stood in an empty hall, or that's what it appeared to be, from what I could see. I could feel a cold sweat, what was I doing here? I walked down the hallway coming to a stop seeing Quirrell, standing in the hall way facing me. Unwrapping his turban. I tried to move, but my feet wouldn't move, they were frozen, glued to the ground. I couldn't move. All my body did was shake uncontrollably, terror stricken. Quirrell, turned his back to me showing. Showing the face. With blood colored eyes that glowed in the darkness, with slits for nostrils. My breathing became laboured. Utter fear flowing through my veins. The face smiling, it was venomous.

This face then did something I couldn't believe. It managed to pull itself from Quirrell. Ripping their shared body in two. Quirrells half, then changed from being humanly, into a large grey snake, with emerald green eyes. The Snake slithered closer to me. Going past me then back around, circling me. I still couldn't move. I hadn't had a thought to what was going on, my terror was paralyzing, not just my actions, but also my mind. Now coiled around me, the snake squeezed, it's face in front of mine, staring at me. It's glorious green eyes, changing to blood red.

Then the other half of Quirrells body walked over. Getting close, breathing on me. But I couldn't feel the warmth of his breath.

"What's my name?" The figure questioned lowly, unblinking, as his scarlet eyes stared into mine. I couldn't answer, to much shock. The figure then repeated itself, louder, and more questioning, "What's my name!"

I managed to make a sound, nothing verbal, just a small gasp.

He then smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, making a 'tisk tisk' sound, then in a quick movement, he had the back of his palm resting against my forehead. His hand felt warm, against my forehead that was cold from sweating. This figure then repeated itself louder, "What. Is. My. Name?" I couldn't answer, I couldn't speak, he then said something else, "My, my, the raven has been caught it'd seem. But you're not really a Ravenclaw, now are you?"

Then everything went dark. Only for my eyes to snap back open, as I sat up sharply, letting out a scream. Panic flowing through me. Something was different. I wasn't in a dark hall way. I wasn't being hugged by a snake, or face to face with Him. I was however, in the hospital wing. It looked as if light was just starting to shine. It was a dream? Then I thought back, was Quirrell a dream then? Was I cursed? No that had to be real. Right?

Looking around, I saw a small table that had a few gifts sitting on it. On the other side of the table, over by the entrance of the room was Snape, Dumbledore and Quirrell. My blood ran cold seeing him, while my heart pumped harder. Dumbledore was the first person to see I was awake, him walking over, with the other two behind him.

"You feeling alright?" He questioned, once he got closer, I didn't answer, my eyes glued on Quirrell. Him cursing me, and Him weren't a dream.

I looked to Dumbledore, opening my mouth, but only a gasp escaped. What? That's not what I wanted. I tried again, but couldn't get any words out. Then I recalled to being charmed, by him, I couldn't recall what the spell, not having the knowledge about it. He said I wouldn't tell anyone. Did that mean the spell made sure I couldn't tell? Or did it stop me from talking as well? I then spoke, this time, with words and not little gasps, "I think, I'd like some water." Surely, they could read my mind. Might need to request that they do it, without Quirrell around.

Dumbledore, stood there quietly, while Quirrell scrambled, using his nearly flawless wimp act, leaving the room. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell both of the professors I was left with, about Quirrell and Him. But nothing came out. Again.

"You had fainted, according to eyewitnesses" Dumbledore informed me. Eyewitnesses? "Capone, had gone and found the first person to get you aid, while away, Quirrell had stumbled upon you" I let out a huff of laughter, 'stumbled upon me' yea sure, Dumbledore had went on, "Then Capone returned with a student that had been wandering the halls, a Hufflepuff one. " I felt a sense of gratitude, mostly to Capone, he had gotten me help. Without him doing so, I would've died. I need to thank him and then the Hufflepuff.

I then asked a question, wanting to identify the Hufflepuff, "What's the Hufflepuffs name?"

"Cedric Diggory, a third year" Dumledore responded, "You had fainted, acording to Madam Pomfrey's findings, you hadn't been eating, or sleeping. Not mentioning you've been skipping out on seeing her, for you stretching, or to get a potion. Why is that?"

I simply shrugged, "I've been busy" was my reply.

Snape shook his head before finally speaking, "why weren't you at home, you did go home did you not? How did you get here? Why?"

I thought carefully on my answer, realizing I'd get into trouble. Then again, I'd be in trouble no matter, so as long as my punishment wasn't served with Quirrell, so I gave a reply. "I went home, got home, got the could shoulder from my mother, then got called various names by my father, blaming me, as if I had power to make the bloody hat pick a house. Had to defend myself against the harshness. Then used a broom to get here."

Dumledore nodded, speaking before Snape could, "Leave whenever Madam Pomfrey, feels you can" He then looked at the table next to me, "Looks as if your gifts made it to you still." He then got up and walked towards the door, "Would you care for company?" Dumbledore questioned looking back towards me.

Confused by his questions, I just gave a simple nod. He then walked out. I was left with Snape.

He was just studying me, "What were you busy with?"

I analyzed him, unsure if I should give him everything? I couldn't seem to tell him much about Quirrell or Him, "My studies of course." I finally replied.

Before he could ask another question the door had been pushed open, Ron and Harry walking in, one of them had a cup and some paper. I smiled lightly, grateful they had prevented Snape from asking more questions, questions I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to answer.

Snape let out a grumble of a sigh, "Stay out of trouble , as for a punishment for being out past curfew you'll be joining and I in detention" He then placed his hand on table next to me, dropping Capone, whom must've been held on my Snape, whom left before I could give any retort.

I had grabbed Capone, holding him gently staring at him, I couldn't begin to tell him how grateful I was, that not only did he go and get help, but he didn't get hurt.

"Amber, I've got something to show you, when can you leave?" Harry questioned, piratically jumping out of his shoes.

I raised an eyebrow at the giddy-ness, "later I presume, why?" I then followed that question up with another question, off topic, "remember the day we were playing quidditch, any idea what knocked me off my broom?"

Ron the replied, to my second question, "It was Angelina Johnson, she flew right at you too, I don't think she cared, girl is serious about her points"

"Boys out, needs to stretch. She'll be released later this evening." Madam Pomfrey hollered, chasing the boys away.

Now leaving the hospital wing, soar after the stretches. I'd been given another potion, so all I could really feel was sore. I had open the gifts on the table; I ended up with mostly books, which was perfectly fine by me. Three of the books cam from my sister, all written by the same person, by the name of Gideroy Lockhart; Who Am I?, Break with a Banshee, and Marauding with Monsters. Another book was from, Hermione, a muggle book, titled La Belle et la Bete, English translation being, Beauty and the Beast, written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. Shockingly I also ended up with a book from Lilly Moon, the one from Lilly was Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, written by Newt Scamander.

There were only two, non-book related gifts, one was a small green box, with a small silver ribbon, tied around it. Opening it up I saw a recognizable golden ball. Picking up, wings the came out, it was a real Snitch. Putting the snitch back I noticed a note written in silver ink on the inside of the box, above where the 'bed' for the Snitch was, the ink read, '150 points to Slytherin, ' I chuckled a bit, at the words, then placing the Snitch back in the small green box, I went to open the last gift, that was a small golden pouch, with a ribbon around it. Opening, I saw a parchment, with an unfamiliar hand writing on it, 'Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure' then an image of a bird blue bird. I recognized the saying, it being basically the motto for the Ravenclaw house and family, wisdom being the most valuable item. Who sent this to me? Shaking my head, I put the little parchment into on of the books. I just wanted out. Packing everything up, I left the hospital wing.

Now in my dorm, I see all of my belongings were here, on my bed. Even the broom stick was against the wall. I set my books down on the dresser that was right next to my bed. Once everything was neatly, back to how it looked prior to my leaving, my trunk at the end of my bed, with my bag, that had my school books, the book from home and the diary. Instead I grabbed one of the books from my sister. Leaving Capone up in his Pyramid, to sleep I presumed.

I then felt a guilty. I hadn't responded to Tom. Debating on if I should do so now, I decided not to. He's been waiting, surly him waiting a bit longer wouldn't do the soul any harm. I instead left the nearly empty Slytherin house, there were only a few students still here. Instead I made my way down the hall, making my way to the great hall. My hunger finally showing up. I could feel the empty pit within me, growling. In the great hall, I went over to the Slytherin table, taking my usual seat, and filled a plate with, what looked to be lamb chops and potato. With my book open I read as I ate away.

I've come to the conclusion that this Lockheart fellow was a major airhead. As I've gone through the book, every few paragraphs it's just him, describing how glorious he is. That's if one could get through the horrid writing. It was just pitiful. I was brought out of the book by someone sitting across from me, looking up I saw a handsome boy. Extremely handsome, and tall. With chiseled features, dark dirty blond hair and bright, gorgeous eyes. He seemed well-built and burly.

Keeping my cool, I grabbed my cup of water taking a drink, realizing he was analyzing me also. Who was he though? Looking to his clothing it was clear he was a Hufflepuff, as he wore the tie, and the houses emblem on his robes. Is he the guy Capone had fetched?

"So, we're in detention for being out past curfew" He finally spoke, breaking the, oddly not awkward silence, at least not for me. With his statement he confirmed my thoughts, he's Cedric Diggory, he's the one Capone found for aid from, He's the one that prevented my murder, he saved me from Him. I just nodded in response, still not sure what to say, he then asked a question, "What were you doing out late? You seemed to have either just got here or were trying to leave."

I was being attacked. I gave a simple lie, "I just came in, was caught walking into my dorm, not sure what happened otherwise" Lies. I knew fully well what happened, then I asked my own question, "Yourself?" I took another sip of water.

He looked down with some cheeky smile, "I was getting something to eat, with some friends, when I heard Flich I ran off, not wanting to be caught, then I found your little flying rat, squirrel thing and it was very panicked, so I followed it to you, Quirrell was standing over you, he said you had fainted" I couldn't hide my eye roll, did he bother to question that? A student on the ground and a professor being the only person near me?

"Yea, must've been due to stress" I muttered, not wanting to criticize the man who had a big hand in saving my life, even if he was a dunderhead. A nice looking dunderhead. "You're in your third year, right? I think that's what Dumbledore said."

He nodded, "Yea, my name is Cedric, Cedric Diggory" He introduced, putting his hand out. Setting my glass down I took a hold of his hand, opening my mouth to introduce myself, but he went on, "No need, I know who you are, one of the three celebrities, Amber Rose Ravenclaw"

"Amber is fine" I replied, with slight embarrassment, "your father works for the Ministry of Magic also, if I recall"

It was time for him to speak with a voice of embarrassment, "Yeah, mainly a pencil pusher, though, not as known as your father"

I raised a brow at his answer, "Known well enough"

At that moment we were interrupted by, Harry walking over, leaving Ronald at the door., "Amber come on, the thing I need to show you"he said. I gave Cedric and apologetic look, then got up, grabbing my book, I waved the handsome dunderhead a good bye, as I walked out of the hall, following Harry and Ron.