She Would Always Love Him

Author Note: Much more to come, as long as y'all like it anyway...!

Disclaimer: Anything known to the Harry Potter universe is not mine. I do not own it or claim to own it.


DRACO AND AMBER


That evening at dinner, Amber began to slowly open up a little and become more relaxed around her housemates. It was easy around them. Knowing that Harry had been through the same things she had was very comforting, especially since she knew that she had someone to go after him with now. She started to smile a little and Dumbledore was very pleased to see this.

Dumbledore began to whisper to McGonagall about how He Who Must Not Be Named was missing, they had lost him almost right after the attack on Amber’s school. Amber heard him, even from the distance she was away. And when Dumbledore mentioned that he may come after Harry and Amber, Amber’s head jerked towards the front table and her eyes grew wide. Dumbledore noticed this and looked into her eyes.

*What do you mean he may come here after us? You promised that I would be SAFE HERE!* Amber screamed at him in
her head. She didn’t want anymore people to get hurt because of her, she wanted to fight him on her own terms.

*Well Miss Thibodeau, he has been here before, and he will come again. Now that the two of you are here together, however, I feel that you are more susceptible to an attack, but, with your combined talents, there is no reason you cannot win.* Dumbledore replied. It surprised him just slightly that she could do the things she could, but then again, she did, after all, come from a very talented line. He looked into her eyes and saw the hate and fear she felt towards the man that killed her parents. He knew in that moment that the next time she met Voldemort she would kill him, or die in the process. It made him sad to know how it did not bother the young woman to murder in cold blood.

After dinner was over Amber was just walking through the halls thinking about it all when she literally walked right into someone. That someone turned and started to say something mean when he stopped mid sentence.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She muttered and started to walk away.

“Are you alright?” Draco asked her. She stopped and turned to look at him. He could tell that she had been crying.

“Do I look alright?” She asked quietly and angrily. He quickly moved the distance between them and stood right in front
of her.

“No, that’s why I asked. Tell me and maybe I can help.” She realized that he was taking down his walls to talk to her, she was happy and puzzled at the same time. She stared at him for a moment before speaking.

“I’m afraid…ok. I’m petrified that He’ll come here. I mean, what if Harry and I can’t beat him again. He is so strong. I try to think that we can do, but I just don’t know and I mean, what if I don’t know enough and what if I get more people killed.” She had started shaking and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her. More tears where falling freely and ever so quickly down her cheeks.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok, alright, everything will be ok. You are safe here.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. But after the vision he saw in today’s potion class, he just didn’t want her to hate him.

“No, I am not safe here, he’s been here before and he will be back, I know it. Especially now that they don’t know where he is.”

“Amber, who is he?”

“He is He Who Must Not Be Named. He is Lord Voldemort. Why do you think I was looking him up before, a paper my ass, I want to kill him!” Draco’s eyes got wide and then he noticed the scarring wound on her neck. He wondered vaguely why he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Oh… Amber, I’m going to take you back to the Gryffindor common room, you need to get some sleep. Look, Dumbledore would not have brought you here if he didn’t think you would be safe, ok?”

“Fine. I am getting kind of tired.” She replied after yawning. “Thank you Draco. I know how hard it must have been to be, well, kind to someone. But I appreciate it.” She had been semi sarcastic, but truthful.

“It was my pleasure. Happy to be of help.”

*Oh, so that is attraction I smelled. I know that you are the man I saw in my vision today. But, why?* She just couldn’t understand why he would like her, she was unlucky and she had never thought of herself as beautiful, or very special. She had never felt attraction like the kind he was sending off in waves before and she just didn’t think herself worthy.

She stepped through the opening to the common room saying good night to him. Harry was up in front of the fireplace reading a book. When she came in he stopped and looked up at her, concern on his face.

“What?” She asked him.

“Two things really, one, was that Malfoy I heard outside, and two, are you alright, you look like you’ve been crying?” Harry replied. She imagined how she must look and just nodded to him.

“Yes, I met him in the hall, yes I’m alright and yes I was crying, but I’m not anymore.” He looked at her a moment before responding.

“I was just making sure, don’t want to see you fall victim to Malfoy, he’s a manipulative bastard Amber, be careful the contact you have with him.”

“I know that you all don’t like each other Harry, but his games and arrogance aren’t anything I haven’t handled before. Besides, if he wants to play, then we’ll play.” She smiled devilishly before heading upstairs to go to bed.

Her eyes shot open to see she was surrounded by people in black robes and masks. She opened her mouth to scream only to be silenced and rendered motionless by a spell. She felt them as they began to touch her stomach. She panicked as she feared for her unborn child and desperately tried to free herself from them, but was forced to watch as they removed the baby from her and proceeded to carry it away to be put in the hands of Voldemort. Tears streamed down her cheeks and the people around her just laughed at her pain.

Amber awoke with a start to find she was safe and covered in sweat.

“But, I’m not pregnant.” She whispered thinking over her dream. “So it was just a dream Amber. Get a grip; no one is going to take a non-existent baby from your belly, at least not tonight.” She told herself before lying back down. It was a long time before sleep claimed her again. And when it did, she had the same dream over and over again until sunlight shone through the windows at sunrise. She jumped out of bed and went to shower and get dressed. She was shaken by the repeating dream she’d had all night, but couldn’t understand its meaning, so she tried to think about her school work instead.

Things became almost routine and passed by uneventfully. She was kept with the 7th years, rather than just doing nothing, but her teachers gave her different things to do in class so she wouldn’t feel left out. One day, about three weeks after her arrival, her scar started to burn, but it was so slight that she didn’t think much of it. Draco had watched her, not wanting to ask her out or anything of the sort because he figured she would say no.

“Why would a great person like her want me?” He thought to himself.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amber were together almost constantly. Hermione and Amber were always comparing notes on their studies and Hermione enjoyed learning from her. She loved being able to talk to someone about Potions and not hear a groan. Harry and Amber talked often of what would happen were Voldemort to return. They decided that if he did, they would kill him, together. And they worked on what spells they could use and what potions to make, to have if necessary. So, in the third floor bathroom, they began to start their little stockpile of potions. Dumbledore obviously knew this. But, with some resignation, he did nothing about it. He knew that nothing could stop them.

“Almost finished, now we just have to let it simmer.”

“For how long?” Harry questioned staring into the cauldron.

“Two weeks.” Amber replied.

“Oh.” They sat there staring at the cauldron for a few moments before Amber spoke.

“Harry, does your scar ever hurt, or burn?”

“Not recently, but it hurt a lot when He was around, why?”

“Mine has been burning a lot lately, but it doesn’t make me feel like He’s here, you know. It just burns.” She said.

“That is weird, mine doesn’t hurt now, so he’s probably not anywhere near us. It must be different. But what does it
mean?”

~ End Flashback~

She was stirred from her thoughts by a splashing in front of her. The lake creature was coming close to shore, recognizing her presence nearby. She smiled at it and waved, then started towards the castle again. She stared at the front doors with a twinge in her stomach, a nervousness she didn’t realize she would have walking back into the building that held so many memories for her, joyful and terrible just the same. She knew what was inside the castle; however she was still apprehensive to open them. The choice was taken out of her hands when they opened for her. But she didn’t follow their lead and step over the threshold. She just looked in at the brightly lit entrance way with tears filling her eyes. The portraits looked at her and gasped, some ran to tell others who was standing in the doorway to Hogwarts.

~ Flashback~

One night, Amber found she could not sleep so she left the tower and went walking quietly through the halls. Her mind wandered to her last memories of her parents.

*“Amber. Now, we know you will have a wonderful time, it’s your last year, just don’t do anything too crazy, ok?” Her mom had said sweetly knowing all too well what Amber had planned for that year with her boyfriend Ian. Then they had all hugged and Amber had kissed her father on the cheek and got on the train to the school.*

But remembering that day had spurred thoughts of her former boyfriend, Ian O’Reilly. She had loved him very much and was heartbroken when she returned to school. She remembered vividly how she had gotten on the train and went looking for him, only to find her best friend, Trisha in his arms. But then Voldemort had come a few days later and she was whisked off here.

Lost in her thoughts and tears streaming down her face she collapsed against a wall and let herself cry. Draco, who had been patrolling the halls found her like that, head leaned up against the stone, and eyes closed and crying silently, shoulders heaving. Immediately he felt compelled to rush to her side.

“Amber, what is it what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked the worry and panic evident in his voice. She opened her eyes slowly to look at him.

“I’m not hurt Draco, I was just thinking about my parents and my friends, well, they’re not anymore.” She had already told him of what Trisha and Ian had done and how it had hurt her. It was one of the many reasons he did not ask her out. Usually however, it didn’t bother her this much; he realized how much she had been holding back before. He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, leaning her head on his.

“I know. It hurts to be betrayed. But you have us here now. You know? And we would never do things like that to you, ever.” She felt calmer in his embrace and the words helped. She didn’t want to ever leave his arms, but she was petrified that he would hurt her as well, that was why she hadn’t made the first move.