Enemies to Lovers

Part 1

Amber's POV~

I knew there was something wrong with me. Why didn't my mom tell me? I hated her for that. My whole life I have been taunted for being different. And I thought I was going crazy! All those times that I almost..... I shook my negative thoughts away. My anxiety was already through the roof seeing as I was about to be the only person to be joining in my 6th year, there was no need to make it worse. The headmaster had reassured me in the letter that I would do great, but that hadn't helped me at all, whatsoever. I winced as my arm grazed the seat. I had kept on pinching myself in the same spot, making sure this wasn't all a dream, and I finally bought myself to believe that it was happening and real. Was it normal to be scared? I kept my thoughts to myself the whole ride to the station.

This is what Amber was wearing (I had to)

*TIME SKIP TO TRAIN*

As I walked onto the big scarlet train, I felt as if I was in a dream. There were so many peculiar looking people bustling around the train, hoisting trunks and stowing owls and cats away. I wanted to be alone, away from the crowd and noise. I walked towards the back of the train. Many people had robes on with colors. This must've been the houses the "Hogwarts: A History" book I was reading was talking about. I had purchased my books earlier so I could learn a bit before actually stating school. I had wondered about which house I would be put in. I didn't even really think about what house I would be put in. Probably not Hufflepuf. Maybe Gryyfindor or Ravenclaw.  And then there was Slytherin, which didn't seem to fit me. But the book talked about the people who were famous that came out of that house. They seemed to have been bad people. I thought what would happen to me if I was put in Slytherin. Anyways, I wasn't going to waste my thought on this right now. There was clearly so much I didn't know yet. 

After a while of walking and dodging flying balls and paper, I reached a compartment that seemed empty, expect for one person. One person was probably the best I could find. So I knocked on the door. When I opened it all I could see was someone's blonde/white hair sticking above a book. I waited for a while, standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Clearly there's space." He snorted and didn't move the book away from his face. A thought about going to a different compartment, but thought that this was probably the most empty spot I would get, so I sat on the far corner away from the guy and sat back. After a long while of awkward silence, very uncomfortable I may add, I cleared my throat. The guy started to lower the book down and now I could see his grey, misty, eyes. I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows. I looked down again. "Escaping the chaos?" I looked up. He seemed to be thinking about what he had just said. Frankly, he looked a bit embarrassed. "Yes." I looked up at what was showing of his face and our eyes met. He quickly broke glance. For the rest of the ride, none of us talked, and when it was over, we both quickly grabbed our bags and got out. 

Finally, I was at Hogwarts.....me, a girl who had no idea she would be here, the girl that is weird, the outcast. All the toxic friends, the lies, the stares. When I was young, the only reason I thought that people looked at me weird was because of my look. I have brown hair, freckles, and two different colored eyes. I was always told by my family that they were beautiful, but I felt ashamed and left out, as what I had was rare. But then I realized the talking behind my back was much more than a coincidence. Weird things happened when I got mad. When I was younger, I had made my friend, or ex-friend I should say, float. She hated me from then on forward, and probably for the rest of my life. I though it was a coincidence, nevertheless, a weird one. But this had happened so many times. That's why I tried not to get too involved. But clearly people wanted to pick fights with me. I shook my head. I should start making my way up to the school, or more like a castle. 

As I started to walk up to the school, I bumped into someone. It was a boy with round glasses, and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He had bushy, black hair, and emerald green eyes. It was kind of cute. I internally slapped myself. Stop thinking like that Amber. 

"I-I'm sorry." He helped me up. "No worries." He smiled, and so did I. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He held out his hand. "Amber, Amber Hexia." I shook his hand. "Sorry, but I don't think I've ever met you... are you new?" I would have to tell him the truth. "Yeah... I realized I am a bit late to join Hogwarts but the headmaster said it'd be ok." He looked like he was studying me. "Oh, never head of that, but I think you'll be fine here, you seem smart." He smiled again. Just then I saw two more people catch up to him. One was a boy with fiery red hair and freckles. A quite bit taller than Harry. And a girl with big, bushy, hair. (Not in a bad way, I love Hermione's hair) "Who's your friend Harry?" the other boy blurted. "This is Amber Hexia. She's new!" He eyed the boy and the girl. "B-but she seems like she's in her 6th ye-" The other girl elbowed him in the ribs. "Blimey Hermione!" He scowled at her. "I'm Ron Weasley." I smiled. The girl nudged Ron away, "I'm Hermione Granger! I could help teach you if you'd like!" I laughed. "I would like that a lot!" Harry cleared his throat. "Well, if you lot have caught up, we should head up towards the hall." Then I started thinking about it. "If I haven't been sorted, how will I find out my house?" Ron looked confused and shrugged. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and said, "I bet you that they will call your name to come sit at the sorting hat." I thought that made sense. "Yeah I guess. What house are you guys in?" They were all wearing identical robes, so I assumed they were all in the same house. "We're all in Gryfindor." Harry motioned to the lion embroidered on the sides of their robes. I nodded.

 After a few minutes of walking, and Ron asking questions, we made it to the great hall. The three of the signaled me a good luck sign. I wanted to be in Gryfindor now. Having them three as friends, that would make my year much easier. After a while of chatting, a woman cleared her throat. "Time for the sorting! First we shall have.... Amber Hexia!" I froze. Oh no.... I slowly walked up to the chair, sure I was getting stares, and whispers. I sat on the chair, and the hat was placed on my head. I was shaking. 

"Hmmmm...." The sudden voice scared me. "Plenty of brains.  Tons of thirst to prove yourself. I sense some ambition there too eh... hmmm, very difficult indeed. You know, Slytherin might not be bad." I crossed my fingers. I really wanted Gryfindor. "Not Slytherin? Hm, well... then it has to be......" My heart was pounding. It might as well have jumped out of my chest. "GRYFINDOR!" I smiled and looked over at where Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting. They were cheering and clapping. Then I looked over to the opposite side of the room. That must have been where Slytherin sat. Then I saw the boy that I sat with on the train. He looked disappointed for some reason. I looked at him for a second, and our eyes met. Again, we quickly broke glance. I wondered what his name was. As I started walking towards the Gryfindor table, I was met with clapping from my three, hopefully, friends. After all the first-years were sorted, a big feast was met in front of us. I felt as if I had never been happier, but all I could think of was that boy, and how disappointed he looked. And those eyes....