Amber's P.O.V~

Chapter One- Mute

My mother and I are at the platform after she Apprarated me from home, her amethyst robes billowed under feet.

"There we are." she proclaims.

Meredith Charlton (My mother).A Black haired and a finicky matured woman; her eyes are brown and gleaming comparing with the fair and supple skin.

Despite her constant motherly embarrassment and affable approach, she cares for me unlike my father.

I return her glance with a smile, regardless of the wind that had hit harshly through my dark black hair, while my tanned-fair skin turned ruddy from the cold."Now, have you got everything?" She asks.

I rolled my eyes, but stopped instantly. My mother's content and subtle expression changed temporarily into a stern look. I stopped and innocently smiled to her.

"First Impressions...first impressions." She always says."Yes, mother" I answered kindly.

"My little girl...So grown up." While her eyes watered."Don't cry mother, I'll be home before you know it." I whispered reassuringly. Unexpectedly, Mother hold on to me tightly. The news in the Daily Prophet had scared her (again).

"Mother, have you been reading that trash again." I enquire. But it interrupted by a shrill whistle of the train. Pleased but poignant, Mother had let me go."Goodbye Mother." I whispered.

"Write to me when you get back, I suspect the news of Jeremy's promotion any day now."I lunged on the step along with my suitcase. Whereas the train began to move, my mother is in tears again.

"Mother...I won't forget if you stop crying." I said. "Goodbye dear." She whimpered. The doors shut off automatically, as I drag my luggage inside the narrow strip. Abruptly, I'm choked in a bear hug.

"Amber Love, I missed you." said the familiar subdued voice. "Go Away, Russ..." I said firmly, trying to break free from his tight grip."You didn't send any letters to me when we left last summer." He mumbles.

"That's because I broke up with you for cheating on me." I said clearly but muted. "I didn't, please...let me explain." He pleads."You explained enough when you were sucking faces with another girl" I hissed deploringly.

I left him, ignoring his calls. As I avert his stares, with a quick pace to search for a solitary booth."I hate it when people make a scene like everything is a play to them..."

Russ Edwards (My Ex-Boyfriend). A tall and tousled brown-haired Hufflepuff, his eyes lightly blue. I had the hugest crush on him. I don't know how it started or even begin. He then officially met me when we were partners in astronomy.

After sending a few meaningful notes and poems later, Russ finely asked me out. Shook my head out of that thought, as I brushed along the overcrowded car with many students young and old, making their way inside closed doors.

I restlessly twist my hands, since I could not find anyone familiar or an empty compartment, nonetheless I explored until I reached a dead-end (Slytherin Territory).

Panicked, where I sweat and my face start to drain. I start to make my way back."Wait, Amber..." Russ yells. I trundle backwards so fast that without warning, the train steered in a hard left.

Fallen back, a splatter of warm liquid had sodden my cardigan. I let out a yelp and jump up. "Bollacks, My drink!" said the cold and brogue voice. "Oh no...I know who this voice belonged too." I thought.

Flinched and turned in front to the long-limbed Slytherin who is: Draco Malfoy.

Luckily, he wasn't aware of me just yet. I stopped dead by his sudden appearance of his flaxen white hair and darkish grey like eyes.

I never looked this up close to another Slytherin. It was also rumoured that he is a Sex God. Well a player in my perspective.

"Well!" he sneered.

I blinked. I must have thought for too long to notice. His hands moved briskly to his blazer where his hot drink was spilled wearing his black ensemble. "Look what have you done." He snarls.

My face grew hot and I awkwardly took off again but as I left quickly I heard him say."Tch Mudblood." I sniffed, while my nose crinkled...

"Ugh I hate that word." Seconds later I found my best and only friend, wearing a grey jersey of an owl and jeans.

Grace Harrison or G she preferred to be named."Amber...I missed you, what's wrong, are you alright." She spoke. "Oh, G...Hey" I replied reluctantly. "What happened to you, I was searching everywhere for you?" she repeats.

"Don't ask" I said shortly. We soon broke off the hug and enter inside our compartment. Grace took her seat. She's still the same as I last saw her, straight blonde hair, slim stature and rosy freckled skin.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts." she mimics in a cold and silky voice of our potions master."Wow, you're getting good at this." I said quietly. "I can do Cho Chang...want to hear it." She smiles.

"Okay then." I giggled, although I would regret soon after. Grace flickered her hair in girly like manner. I couldn't stop smiling."Oh look at me; I'm Cho Chang the prettiest girl of the whole school."She carried on her girlish impersonation.

"Jeez people like them...again how is she in Ravenclaw?" as we settled in our seats.I shrugged; the sorting hat sorts you."How was your holiday?" I wonder.

Grace automatically pouted."It sucked; my family took me to another camping trip to the south of France." "What was France like?" I ask. "Nothing how I pictured it." She grimaced.

"Oh c'mon, it wasn't that bad." As I start to reminisce about my holiday. "Bad, it was worse on my very first day I got stung by a mosquito." She pouts. She then complained about her two older brothers bugging her all the time and how damp her tent was and that she had to share one with her mother.

"And dad and mum kept snogging and snuggled up in their blankets outside." I grimaced; I don't like the image of my mum and Thomas doing that.

Once, they did do that in their private quarters (Not that...the snogging).

My name is Amber Charlton, the daughter of Thomas Charlton and Meredith Charlton nee Richards, Thomas (Who I despise for his absence and cold nature.) is the chief executive of a huge company, vastly rich and famous around the wizarding world.

I have a (Half) brother who works in the ministry of magic after he graduated from Beauxbatons last summer, although I love him, but he can be overprotective with me.

I am fifteen years old and I'm starting my fifth year in Hogwarts. My second home where I can be myself in private with my peers and best friend Grace Harrison. I am in Ravenclaw House, where all the great thinkers, creative minds and the intellect go. Mostly everyone in Hogwarts doesn't know me.

"Well, Well...Charlton." the cold and girlish voice said.

Except there are few who had loathed me...but I would like to keep it that way. I thought. "Who invited you, Mason?" Grace retorted."The ground I walk on, mudblood." She leers.

Ruby Mason, A ridiculously thin Slytherin girl, her skin is cold, Hair in a platinum blonde 're Enemies since 3rd year when I accidentally tripped backwards to get away from the rogue hippogriff, regrettably Ruby Mason fell on a muddy puddle.

Mason's cold hazel eyes narrowed at us. "Look at you, ugly." She sneers at me. "Ugly! Says who, you look like a harlot." Grace scowled at Mason's exposing tank top and leather jacket. "What did you say Mudblood." Mason responded.

"You heard me, Amber is not ugly...she's a swan." Grace said defensively. I kept glaring at Mason features. She is wearing too much make up and red lipstick that made her mouth puffier. Grace and I had a theory that she's a descendant of a vampire.

I stopped staring as the familiar boy leaned against to doorway."Oh crap..." I thought. "Hello Draco." She said flirtatiously. I almost gagged. Unfortunately Mason noticed.

"Come on mute, talk to us." She sneers again. Malfoy smirked interestingly at this. "She doesn't have to talk to you and she is not a mute." Grace said irritably. "Was I talking to you Mudblood?" Mason retorts.

My teeth gritted but I have to calm down, I can't lose my demeanour. I slowly arise with a sharp sigh and clutched hands. Malfoy was the first to notice this. Jokingly, I gave off a cough. Mason turned with sneer.

"What Charlton..." she leered.

"I have a few queries, one using the term Mudblood is saying that she had dirty blood and yet she has more wizards feeling than the rest of you including me." I spoke mannerly and glance proudly to Grace. Mason looked almost shocked at my voice and my polite tone to her.

"So what, Charlton." She mocked. "And I am not quite finished, and it is bad manners to interrupt me while I'm talking to you Mason." I answered amicably. "What!" she barked.

"The word is pardon, Mason...and secondly calling me ugly would say that you are a little insecure about how you look and that's why you are criticising me." I continued talking. Growling at me, I take another sharp breath. Whereas Malfoy glared, however it didn't look like a glare.

"And thirdly, don't judge a book by its cover...Goodbye and farewell. Hogwarts awaits us."

Grace airily giggled and waved them a mocking goodbye, as I mocked their smirks and close the door on them with my wand. Malfoy was behind glaring still. Until Mason took off. He followed.

"That went well." Grace spoke impressively."I use my mannerism logic and the truth...nothing special." "Still it left her speechless" She grins. Rolling my eyes, I slowly curled up with a book as the train travelled in normal speed to Hogwarts.