For Whom the Bell Tolls {Amber}

[Hermione Weasley]

Hermione rushed around her house in attempt to get things ready and spot clean. She would have used magic, but she didn't really have anything else to do, so she didn't bother using her wand at all, and plus she wanted to wean herself off from using it for everything. She was a capable, young, human being, and she didn't need magic for every little tid bit. So she cleaned on, leaving the house spotless in all it's glory. She sighed, finishing her spotless stone house, and smiled, sitting in the middle of her half-moon kitchen bar.

She smiled, sticking a bagel in the toaster and waiting for it to cook. She looked out the window, how marvelous it looked in the crystal smooth sunlight. She admired it's loveliness as she leaned upon her arm, zoning into the purity of the world. She smiled, wondering why there were those few people who hated the others in life, and she really didn't understand. She wanted them to understand that the purpose in life isn't power, it's beauty and success.

She jumped a little when the toaster had popped, and she took the burning hot items from the inners. She laid it down upon the counter top and smiled, smoothing cream cheese ore the top. It had been so long since she sat down and had a quiet breakfast, so she sat still, loving every bite of her food and understanding the goodness that life had in store. She smiled, looking back out the window.

Something, though, suddenly felt very wrong about the world. The animals that before ran innocently across her yard seemed to run in terror. The crystal blue sky began to glaze over with a thick layer of dirty clouds, and Hermione quickly ran around, cloasing all open windows. She returned to the kitchen, grabbing her bagel, and eating it infront of the window. She watched outside. "Rain?" She wondered. "Today? It can't be... it's not supposed to..." She went on. In the pit of her stomach something just did not seem right.

[Cassie Fraser]

Amber was going to see the headmistress of Hogwarts since now there of course was a new one. And she had heard who it was. Hermione Weasley..which ticked her off the most in life. She wasn't even really a witch she was a mudblood.

Her hair was tied up into a tight bun and she was wearing hip huggers and a tee shirt. Where the bottom of her tee was ripped. Her hands were in her pocket as she walked down the street. Her green eyes look at people are her as she walked.

"This is gonna be fun...tell her to back off my family. Or it'll be her's next time.." She smirked then looked at the piece of paper with the address. Then realized that she was just a few blocks away from her house. Her lips formed a smirk then she kept walking. Her heels making a beat for her to walk to.

She stopped for a moment and thought about Mike and how much she missed him. It broke her heart but she knew soon he should be coming home which gave her the energy to do this. Soon she reached the door and rang the bell. "Let's go.." She whispeared.

[Hermione Weasley]

She traced over the knowledge, knowing of how it wasn't supposed to rain today. She took one last bite of her bagel and sipped the coffee that sat on the counter, untouched. The feeling returned to her, wondering if something somewhere was going terribly wrong. Something wasn't right, and she knew that. She wondered though, if perhaps it was anger of somone coming after her. She laughed at herself, shook her head, and continued to laugh. Impossible. She was everyone's friend, and if those who remained in tune with the dark side hated her, then so be it. Possibly, maybe they could change.

She heard footsteps and whispering come to the door and she got a happy feeling inside of her that she thought maybe, if it were possible, that her love had returned home from his trip early. Ron was away at the moment, on a trip, and she was home alone. She became over whelmed with excitement, as she pushed her way towards the door, hoping that perhaps he was home. She put a big smile on her face, running happily towards the door, but when she placed her hand upon the cold knob, the feeling of fear returned to her. She gave an unsure smile and opened the door.

She had a faint memory in her of thise girl. She couldn't picture her attending Hogwarts durring her years, so she allowed it to pass, but something still poked at her. A certain familiarity of a smirk, that reminded her of all Death Eaters, but there was something uniquely memerable about this smirk. She looked up and down this girl, wondering why prehaps she was here. What has she done to this girl to make her show up, looking so angry and so devilish that it scared even her? Hermione said nothing for a few brief seconds, and then choked on the words.

"May I help you?" She asked, confused behind all reasons. She then thought maybe perhaps they had made a mistake, and she lightened up, realizing that's probably what it was. "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong house," She said joyously. "I'm afraid I don't know you."

[Cassie Fraser]

Amber felt like she was waiting forever for her to get in this house. She had her Ipod in her ear and listening to a song song. Soon though the door opened and she saw Hermione. "No I have the right house." She said pushing her out of the way and making herself at home.

"I'm Amber...Amber Fraser..you should know the last name." She said then leaning back in a chair. Then she looked around at the house then just laughed. "Nice dump." She said then sitting up.

"Now your probley wondering why i'm here aren't you?" She asked but didn't let this woman have a chance to speak. "Well i've been hearing you've been getting on my nephews case..and i'm here to set you straight. You better get off his case or else.." She said smirking a bit then looking around.

"Do you have any tea?" She asked.

[Hermione Weasley]

She listened to her blab about being in the right place. She realized now who she was when she spoke the last name. Hermione rolled her eyes to herself and sighed, not again. She stumbled backwards, being pushed out of the way, and frowned upon this innocent girl's manners. She shook her head. "Thank you very much, my house is spotless," she said with a cool and calmed voice. "You're tracking dirt in, and I don't mean by your shoes." She said with a small laugh, shutting the door.

"Nephew... hmmm... ah yes." She said, with a nod as she passed a cup of tea to her guest. Hermione sighed, yet another Death Eater, angered by her sudden suprisement of being the new Headmistress. It was what she always wanted, yes, but it seemed to become harder and harder each second. More people seemed to turn their backs on her, and it was becoming more difficult to counter out those who are trust worthy, and those who are not. Why must simple magic be a difference?

"I assume you are here because of my new placement in the school." She stated. "I assure you I am doing nothing to that nephew of yours, I can assure you that." She said calmly. "I do need to get something straight, though," She smiled. "Why must I be treated different because of my simple muggled parents, but yet, my magic skills are twice that of yours, and yet you are a pureblood?" She said, innocently sipping her tea in peace and with a smile continued.

"I'm wondering, also, if perhaps it embarasses you that a mere muggle-born can top the standards of that of a pureblood." She said, then contradicted her self. "Nevermind, I am rambling again." She said sweetly. "Back to your Nephew... I haven't touched the lad." She stated, truthfully. "All I intend to do is show him and the others the good in life. Nothing has to be bad, I hoped I'd be able to change them, before they wind up in prison." She said, innoncently coughing out the names of those who were in jail and were death eaters. "I only hope my students will know better." She sipped her tea once again, an innocent smile plastered beneath her wondering eyes, as she sighed once again, dying to know her answers.

[Cassie Fraser]

Amber just glared at her then she smiled. "Speaking of dirty why would they hire something as dirty as your blood." She said leaning back. "I'm not upset of you being a school teacher or even head of school. Just don't try to turn my nephew good. I know he won't in the first place just don't pressure him. Wouldn't want my sister in law to come to the school she's worse then me." Amber then sat up and looked at Hermione.

"Listen I have nothing really against your kind..I just don't think you should practice magic. We were born with that right I don't believe you should have that right. And it doesn't even matter how good you are..it really doesn't." She said she had a conversation with another Order member before about this. And this is why they all fought is over muggleborns to use magic or even practice it.

"People are raised to believe this way and it offends us who work our bum's off." She smiled then leaned back and closed her eyes.

"Families torn apart or never near each other...but you can't let people know this about me. If you do I will come after you..I don't fight as much so I can be there for my boys." She said then she started to laugh. "Soon..maybe this will all end." Her eyes looked right at this woman and didn't let her eyes wander.

[Hermione Weasley]

She smiled sweetly as she spoke of the dirty blood concept. Sure, it hurt her when she was eleven, but now she was so used to it that she laughed at it herself. It's funny, though, how none of them ever changed their minds. The word mudblood grew old after a while, but yet some still call her it, because of simple lack of originality. They always have to use their same old trick, of course, because they were unable to think of anything new. "If your nephew, hypothetically, did turn good I would have to agree that it's because of me." She said instantly. "All I want to do is show them that there is more than evil in the world, and if they don't act accordingly, they will very well wind up in prison!" She exclaimed. "The ministry is already searching for tons of your gang members, but don't worry, I won't tell them you were here."

She felt that perhaps, maybe, she could get this woman to open up to her. It seemed like she was already beginning to crack. She didn't want to bring it to the Order, of course not, but she did want to put it into her mind and love the fact that she knew a little about the other side. She did not believe that all things should be good, but the death eaters were sure all things should be bad. There has to be a mix, yes, but their level was way too far into the battle they were desperately trying to win. "I," she said sadly. "Honestly don't believe I should have it either." She said, turning around and starting to do something at the counter. "But, it looks like I don't have a choice."

She leaned over the counter slowly, and then back up, turning around with a plate of chocolate chip cookies and places them on the counter top. She smiled, offering her one. "Don't worry," She said, sitting back down in her seat. "I won't say anything, honestly, I have better things to do then worry about you coming after me." She laughed innocently. "I'm stressing about my new job already, I don't think I could stress over anything else at the moment. My mind is full of nothingness." She explained. "Funny, it is, that I was sorted into Gryffindor, yet I fear running it all." She explained.

She stopped for a minute, and then realized, once again, whom she was speaking to. She didn't really care if this woman knew her or not. She understood that this woman came here to scare her, but for some reason Hermione almost began to believe that she could trust her. Perhaps, though, this was going too far. She shook her head. "Yes, I wish I didn't have magic a lot, but other times I'm happy. I never would have met the love of my life, and the funny thing is you all hate him because he's a Weasley... but you can't help who you fall in love with." She explained. "So I wish for your sort not to judge me, but now I'm sort of used to it."