In which two people who are polar opposites, find one another and against all odds, see they have more in common than they thought
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{started: 7/27/24}
{finished: ???}
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A day had gone by and Amber was still stuck in the hell hole she was put in. She had gotten both food and water and Harry had been making his visits daily, coming in everyday morning for the past two days. This day was no different. Harry coming into her cell as Amber was writing in her notebook.
"What do you write in your little book?" He asked, her notebook being a sort of obsession of his as he didn't know what she used it for.
"None of your business," she looked up from her writing.
"What if I make it my business?" Harry asked, quirking an eye brow up at her, waiting for her response.
"And how would you do that?"
"I have my ways..." Harry bluffed.
"Ooh! I've got chills! Of course I'll show you what's in my notebook because 'you have your ways!'" Amber deadpanned, annoyed.
"Really?"
"No dipshit," she rolled her eyes. What confused her, was that she knew full well that if Harry really wanted to get her notebook, he could, but he wasn't.
"No, I'm serious," Harry sat down on the floor next to her with a look on his face like he actually cared. "I want to know why you're always writing in that little book."
"Maybe if you bring me a blanket and pillow I'll show you," she said sarcastically, knowing he'd never do that, he was a heartless asshole.
Harry thought about if for a second before saying, I'll see what I can do."
"Yeah, sure," Amber rolled her eyes, "and while you're at it you'll also let me out of here."
"Well, I can't do that, but I can get a pillow and blanket for you." And with that, the pirate walked out of her cell, dramatically slamming the door.
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She continued to write in her notebook, coming up with ideas that just seemed to flow right out of her. Her door swung open, Harry coming in with a brown blanket and a white pillow.
"Thanks," was alls he said.
"Anything for my captive," Harry rolled his eyes, sitting down next to her, "now tell me what's in your book."
"My songs."
"What?" Harry asks, confused.
"My songs and my poems—I write."
"That's..." Harry began, trying to find the right words but not being able to.
"Not what you expected?"
"Not at all," Harry looked down at the hook in his hand, brining his finger up to the sharp tip.
"Why do you wear that thing?" Amber asked, genuinely curious, "I mean, you don't need it."
"It was my dad's." He began, looking down at it as if it were the only think to exist. "He gave it to me. I wear it because it makes me feel...I don't know..."
"Yeah I understand," Amber draws her eyes up from her writing to look at Harry, who was already looking at her.
They say there, side by side next to each other, just looking at each other, taking each other in.
The eye contact was finally broken when Harry broke it, standing up and beginning to head to the door.
"Hey," Amber stopped him, Harry turning around to look at her. "Harry, thanks."
"For taking you captive?" He teases, a smirk creeping onto his face, his hook dangling from one hand.
"No, for the pillow and blanket."
"You're welcome." And then he was gone.
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Amber and Harry grown closer over the next few days even if she didn't want to admit it. She wasn't even sure how it happened. Harry would come into her room every morning with food and a funny comment and then sit, watching her write for awhile, leaving after awhile.
She had been working on a song. She didn't know what direction to take it in, but she knew with time it would be great.
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It was night time and she had been asleep for maybe 10 minutes, but something woke her up, the voices of Uma and Harry coming from outside of her room.
"They aren't coming, Harry, it's been 6 days!" And angry Uma said.
"Just a few more days, that's all." Harry pleaded, which surprised Amber. What was he up to?
"Look, Harry, this wasn't meant to turn into a situation where you use our bait as your own personal pet! She had one use and one use only: to get the wand and if that doesn't work, we're getting ride of her."
"We can't Uma," Harry's voice grew frantic, which surprised Amber even more.
"Well we have to something," Uma cut him off.
Silence for a few seconds before Uma continued, "I'm going to take this into my own hands. I found Mal's spell book and I'm going to spell Ben to get us what we need."
And that was all Amber heard because she knew she had to get out of there and help Ben.
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"Good Morning!" Harry steps into her room, a bowl of food in his hands.
"Thanks," Amber grabs the bowl and begins to eat the food. "Uh, can you grab me a drink of water?"
"Now why would I do that," Harry steps closer to her, bringing the tip of his hook to touch her chin and forcing it up so that Amber was looking directly at his face.
"Because I asked so nicely?"
"Fine," Harry rolled his eyes, "but only cause we need you alive."
He left to grab her some water, forgetting to close the door...
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