A/N: Hey my lovely readers, I'm finally back! Hopefully if you're clicking on and reading this book you know of my previous book that inspired this one, "Through The Books." Well welcome back into the world of Avery Alex, but told from a new point of view. Her daughter Amber. I really hope you guys enjoy this book as much as the last, but here we go! Enjoy! :)
Amber Alex. Not exactly the type of name the young girl would've given herself. Amber reminded her of Ember and Ember reminded her of flames. She looked nothing like flames. She took after her mother in the looks department. The brightest blue eyes you would ever see against some of the palest skin you could've imagined. She had her mother's button nose, her mother's love for books, and even the same birthmark Avery had on the bottom of her foot. The only feature Amber had that differed her from her mother was her hair. It was dark inky black, not a bright shining silver. Her hair had the same texture as her mother's, thin and wispy and like a waterfall that fell down her back. Every time she looked in the mirror she questioned why this was. Did her hair color come from her long lost father? Was it just some sort of freak accident? Was magic involved? She didn't know and she didn't know if she ever would.
Amber sighed as she grabbed another book from off her shelf, pushing her braid off her shoulder and onto her back. The book was titled something interesting along the lines of how to transfigure mice into teacups. Her mother, Amber knew, was an extremely talented witch who was obsessed with learning all the secrets of the Wizarding World. Her mom was always locked up in her study, seemingly doing constant research. The only time she ever came out was to tell Amber stories of a magical little boy named James Evans with wiry glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead and to eat. Those days when she told her stories were the best for Amber. Not only did she get to hear an amazing story, she got to see her mother for a few hours. And while at this point she had heard each variation of the story multiple times, she couldn't find herself ever hating the story or her mother.
Amber was an easy child to care for. Even at a young age she appreciated everything she was given and was easily content with just a simple book or some drawing supplies. Her Uncle Remus had said once multiple years ago that she was a little lily, blooming in the sun of art.
"Mum? Dinner's ready." Amber said, cracking open the door to her mother's study like she did every night. She tried to catch a peak of the contents hidden in the study, but she never really got the chance. Her mother was almost always ready the second Amber knocked, seemingly waiting behind the door for her knock.
"Oh? Is it that time already?" Avery said, brushing her hand through her thinning hair which had small little grey hairs poking through the silver. Amber decided to not mention that her mother's hands were shaking and instead lead her to the kitchen. There waiting on the table was a cup of butterbeer that she had recently gotten from Hogsmeade thanks to a certain bartender who knew her very well and happened to enjoy her soft nature. Next to the drink was a small plate with a simple sandwich, the only thing Amber truly knew how to make. She was only turning eleven that exact day after all.
"Oh. Sandwich again. Thank you, sweets." Avery said, plopping down on the kitchen counter to slowly nibble on her sandwich. Amber gave her mother a small, feeble smile, feeling her heart drop. Her mother had apparently forgotten her birthday once again. With a small sigh she grabbed her book off the table, pulling her jumper's sleeves down over her hands to help her feel more secure.
"Hey sweets? Remember that story I tell you sometimes? The one about the little boy?" Amber stopped in her tracks, hope rising in her chest no matter how much she didn't want it to.
"Yeah. I remember." She answered simply, turning around to face her mother. Avery had her drink in her hand and her head was back, resting on the kitchen cupboard behind her. A small smile formed on her face.
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In The Books
FanfictionAmber Avery grew up in a strange household. There wasn't really any other way to describe it. Her mother was a very odd person with many secrets, and her dad wasn't somebody she knew anything about. Her Uncle Remus was never around, and as far as sh...