Take This to Your Grave and I'll Take It to Mine

Dear Diary,

Breakfast with the Gryffindors was fun, but nothing extremely important happened until after breakfast.

I was up in the Astronomy Tower with Harry, sitting on a windowsill, with our feet dangling out. Usually, there's tons of couples up there, eating each others faces, but not today. We were talking about Quidditch, when something caught my eye. It looked like the everyday graffiti, the ones with initials in a heart, but it wasn't. Flowery, girlish handwriting etched in the wall said: Lily Evans and James Potter, then a nicely drawn heart.

"Harry, look," I pointed to the spot where I saw it.

"'Loony loves Longbottom'? What?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"No, no, below that," I pointed exactly to the spot.

"'Lily Evans and James Potter'," Harry recited as his fingers moved slowly to the writing, but didn't touch it, as if he was afraid of wiping it away. He blew at a spot below it that, to first glance, looked like weathered writing, but it wasn't. It revealed: Our Tower, Our Love 1977.

"Aww! It was their spot, too!" I said, girlishly.

"Yeah. I remember reading about it in her diary. Some things in there I never wanted to know, really," Harry joked.

"Well, duh! Don't read her diary!" I ,playfully, pushed Harry.

"When are you suddenly the diary expert? You don't even keep a diary," Harry retorted. He wasn't seriously mad or anything- it was a playful retort.

"Everyone knows that a girl keeps secrets in her diary, duh!" I replied, not really meaning the sarcasm in my voice. "How do you know I don't keep a diary?"

"You aren't the "I-Pour-All-My-Secrets-Into-This-Stupid-Pink-Flowery-Book" type. Girls like Ginny, on the other hand, are."

"Ginny doesn't keep a diary- remember the Chamber incident? My diary isn't stupid, pink or flowery. It's black with purple sparkles."

"Breakfast is over, come on," Harry said, defeated. He held his hand out for me to take so I wouldn't kill myself getting off of the windowsill. I took his hand and felt electricity pulse through my body, literally. Harry must've felt it too, because he ripped his hand from my grip, thanks to reflexes.

"Whoa, what was that?" I said as my eyes widened like Luna's.

"I...don't...know..." Harry said, awestricken. Little did either of us know, it would be that exact spark that would defeat Voldemort.

In the weeks after that day, Harry and I shared emotions. It was almost like how Harry's scar connected him to Voldemort- we could read each other's thoughts, emotions and, basically, minds.

We walked back to the Common Room, to find it empty and lonely.

"Whoa...I don't think I've ever seen the Gryffindor Common empty...totally and completely empty like this," I said, my voice echoing.

"Me either..."

"Let's check the map," I suggested. We sat on the couch together. As we sat, the couch groaned. "I solemnly swear am up to no good," I recited and watched little inkblots dance all over the place as the Marauder' s Map appeared before our eyes.

"They're in the Great Hall- every last living- and nonliving- thing in this castle. Let's go," Harry jumped to his feet, as if the couch suddenly burst into flames and took off running. I followed and quickly caught up, despite his head start. We opened the awe-inspiring, large, golden doors of the Great Hall discreetly as we crept to the nearest seats at the Gryffindor Table.

"Where have you two been?!" Hermione questioned in a tone very similar to Molly Weasley's.

"Up in the Tower. What's going on?" I hissed back, but McGonagall's voice answered instead of Hermione's.

"We asked you to stay in the Great Hall for a very important reason. The Dark Side has broken out all of their Azkaban prisoners. We must all be on the look-out for them." She listed the escapee's, but I can't remember names. "The War has officially begun." McGonagall's voice was drowned out by a series of loud gasps and whispering. A few girls were silently sobbing- family members of those who had died in previous wars like the one impending. "There is a great need for courage, power and sometimes fear in a situation like this. I wish I could reassure you all that everything is going to be alright, but we all know, especially those who were there during the First War- or those who have studied it- that everything will not be okay. Extra safety measures..." I didn't really listen to this part. I figured Hermione would fill me in later. "There is a great need of skilled duelers, healers and other jobs for this war, but all jobs are strictly for seventh year males only." Again, McGonagall's voice was drowned out by a bunch of furious girls and infuriated fifth and sixth year boys "Okay, anyone who wishes to participate- who is OF AGE- please come by my office after this announcement."

After the announcement, at least half of the seventh years were lined up in front of McGoogles office. Draco Malfoy and Blaise found me in line with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

"Sweetheart, can I speak to you for a moment?" Draco said silkily.

"No, you can not, Malfoy," came Harry's voice before I could respond.

"I do not belive I was talking to you, Potter. I was speaking to the lovely creature next to you. Amber, would you mind?" Draco snarled at Harry and then went back to the silkiness as he spoke to me.

"Yes, just a second," I smiled at Draco, fakely of course. "Harry, let go," I hissed at him, for he was clutching my hand and wouldn't let go.

"Alright, Malfoy, what do you want?" I snarled.

"Amber, let the man talk," Blaise snarled back. I noticed a few scars on his arm and face- the centaurs must've gotten him pretty well.

"Your mother owled me yesterday. She said that we are to be wed, my lady. We have always been destined for each other- don't you see that? Our fathers made an agreement before we were born that we were to be wed," Draco said with an unpleasant smile upon his lips. He whispered in my ear as his filthy hands snaked around my waist.

"I don't wish to marry you, Malfoy," I said, glancing at Harry as I ripped away from Malfoy's clutches.

"What do you see in those filthy blood traitors and mudbloods, anyways?" Blaise snarled.

"I wouldn't go there, Blaise, if I was you. You do remember what happened last time, or must I remind you?" Just then, my arm was in immense pain. I gasped- it felt as if I had been slashed with a sword- on my left arm. I lifted the sleeve of my shirt- to reveal a Dark Mark.

Draco and Blaise high-fived each other- there was only one way that I could've gotten this Mark all of a sudden. Draco or Blaise had used an unspoken dark spell.

"Wh-what...why...how?" I stuttered, not able to form a real sentence.

"You are the Dark Lord's Jewel, now that his precious Bella has betrayed him..." I heard a harsh voice- every word seemed to burn every inch of my body. I looked around; I wasn't in Hogwarts anymore.