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

Dear Diary,

I woke to the sound of a masculine voice the next morning.

"Amber..." was all he said. My eyes flickered open, but I was still tired, so all I saw was a tall, dark figure. I closed my eyes again, not having enough strength to keep them open.

"Harry?" I asked groggily and started groping around, looking for a hand. I found a hand eventually - large, tough but still soft, felt like Harry's. Only, the hand belonged to someone else and I realized this once I felt the coldness from his hand. I didn't care and still held on.

That's all I remember. I'll write more later,

~Amber

(While Amber's Sleeping)

"What did I do to you?" he asked himself out loud as he sat next to me on my hospital bed. He moved chunks of caramel colored hair that was in my face to the side. "Why did I do this to you? How did I manage it? Why did I think this would make things better...? To an extent, it did; yes, it did. The Lord is pleased and Mum actually smiles now. Dad is still as cowardly as ever, but that's to be expected. Mum is powerful and you'll be just like her, Amber. You'll be just like her. Powerful, beautiful and now that Dumbledore's dead, the only witch He ever feared.

"I'm not sure why I'm not like Mum; she always wanted me to be like her - not you. She thought you'd be just like Dad. But it's the opposite, isn't it? I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I have to right my wrongs, don't I, Am?" A small laugh came next, until he continued. "What am I doing? You can't hear me - you're either dead or close to it.

"You were so strong during that battle. I don't know where all that strength and power came from - no one did. Everyone always thought you were always the quiet, average, cowardly, Ravenclaw girl, but you are so far from it. Everyone sees that now, everyone but you, I think. Your façade has failed you, Amber. You have to be strong and fearless, like you always have been inside. Oh, I saw right through you. I hated you for it - for being able to create a person no one would suspect or care about, while I had to be the Chosen One. It ended or is ending the other way around - The Lord wants you and was using me to get to you. He wants me dead - He thinks this is my fault and maybe it is...

"This is ridiculous. You can't hear me, much less believe me. Not after what I've done to you. If you can hear me and I make sense, or you want to make sense of what I said, come find me in Slytherin Dungeon, number five."

Dear Diary,

The hand I was clutching left with a cold breeze. Was that Blaise? Yes, yes it must've been. No one else calls my biological parents, 'Mum' and 'Dad'. I slept for a while, not dreaming of anything or anyone. I woke up, staring at the ceiling for an hour or so until I heard the swooshing, loud voices and thuds that made up Quidditch practice. I looked out the window to see flurries of red and gold - the Gryffindor team was practicing so I decided to watch. When I turned around to see better, I felt parchment across my arm.

"Meet me in Slytherin Dungeon five. We have to talk. - Blaise" was written on it. On my side table was more parchment. Harry, Hermione, McGonagall, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Draco had all been to see me, along with Blaise. Not at the same time of course. I went to see McGonagall first, seeing what she had to say, because I was most curious. I ran up to the Gryffindor Common - hardly anyone was in - up to my room and changed into my uniform. I never thought I'd be happy to be in that scratchy gray skirt, or wooly sweater vest, complete with the silky black cloak, but I was.

"Headmistress, are you busy?" I asked quietly, peeking my head in the room.

"Not at all, Miss Zabini. Come in," she said just as quietly. I followed her command and sat, not long after getting the biscuit tin handed to me, gently.

"You wanted to see me, Professor?"

"Indeed, I did. As you know, over two months ago, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini took you, against your will, to Voldemort's mansion. To our knowledge, you were trained to be a Death Eater - complete with the Mark. You were also selected by Voldemort to be his servant. What else happened?"

"I was branded with the Mark before I left the school, I believe. I was put through extreme training, learning martial arts, dueling and dark spells. Voldemort had me be his slave, not servant. He told me that Bellatrix Lestrange had been killed and I was her replacement. Other than that, I was treated well. I started to lose over twenty pounds, so He reduced training and gave me three meals instead of two a day. During my fourth week there, I was given my own room and lived like a princess - besides the training. I believe I was to be his wife - He used me to clean, cook and do whatever he didn't want to do. I believe that it would've gone into physical stuff, but I left before that time came. I can only remember up to my fifth week - Professor, what happened after?" I recalled, until I had no more memory to repeat.

"Mr. Malfoy tells me you tried to escape and He caught you. There was a large battle and Mr. Zabini tells me you almost defeated him, until he hit you with the Cruciatus Curse, knocking you out for three weeks."

"Wow..." was all I could muster up.

"You spent two weeks in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries - your Healer said you probably wouldn't regain consciousness. Pomfrey didn't want to hear it, so she transferred you here, taking care of you day in and day out, Professor Snape brewing all the potions you needed. Now, your parents wished to transfer you to seventh year Slytherin, but I don't see how that would help matters. I suggested seventh year Ravenclaw, but all the dorms are full and you wouldn't have classes with Luna anymore. So, how would you feel staying where you are?"

I answered her by shaking my head - Blaise and many Death Eaters know where I am, if I was to stay in Ravenclaw.

"We don't usually switch Houses to fit the student's wishes, but here I'm afraid we must," McGonagall said to herself, I'm assuming. "There is room in Hermione's dorm - seventh year Gryffindor prefect with Harry."

"I'll take it, thank you, Professor!" I did something much unexpected - I hugged McGonagall. She was very stiff and refused to hug back, but I knew she wanted to.

"Professor, before I leave, I have to ask you something. What has happened to Draco and Blaise?"

McGonagall's mouth thinned to the point where I could hardly see it. "Blaise and Draco are missing. Don't worry; they will be punished as soon as they are found, Miss Zabini."

"I won't, thanks, Professor," I said sadly as I left. I had this crazy dream where Blaise came to see me. He told me all kinds of things - how he was sorry for doing this to me, how my 'façade' was gone, to name a few. I know it's crazy - Blaise would never do anything like that, but it was nice to feel close to him again.

Luna wasn't in the dorm I used to share with her - I left her a note.

Lu,

Hey! I've missed you, insanely. I can't tell you what happened, but find me in The Gryffindor Prefect room tonight and I'll explain. McGonagall has moved me out of Ravenclaw, to be safer. I'm really sorry, but you'll have another room mate! I'm sure you've made another best friend by now and are probably mad at me for abandoning you like this, but trust me, I'm not. I understand if you are mad at me, but I hope to see you tonight,

~Amber

I looked sadly at the window where Luna is usually sitting, at Luna's bed, neatly made, while mine was messy; I realized from this moment on, everything would be different. Nothing would be or could be the same, even if I wanted it to be. Some events in life are inspiring, while others are earth-shattering. I'm not sure what kind this event was - I'm leaning towards earth-shattering.

~Amber