I know I’ve seen her face, probably in my dreams. She really looks like me, my doppelganger? I closed my eyes and think about what had happened in my dream and whom I saw…
She was one of those girls who seem to blend in the crowd. She doesn’t want anyone noticing her, especially since she belongs to those weird people. Some of the guys at her school make fun of her. They have said too many hurtful words like “Faggot”, “Weirdo”, “Junk”, etc. But she ignored it. She knows she was different from them. And she sure didn’t know why. Not until she entered a school named Hogwarts. She met those girls namely Logan Ravenscaur, Laurice Odette, and Ann Jennyson. Those girls taught her to be tough; to even beat the hell out of the Malfoys.
She learned so many things, and in those few years she settled inside the dormitory of Gryffindor tower did she actually discover her real identity. She was a witch, even a powerful one. She belongs to the clan of Potter; only her name didn’t fit on theirs since it was changed when she was young. She knew that in the Muggle world, she had read a book about him. But she didn’t believe those things, not until she saw those magic tricks.
It was after 19 years did the name Harry Potter was tainted again. And it happened because of her. It was her fault, they said. She didn’t know that her phoenix wand would actually bring a great catastrophe to the students of Hogwarts. That guy from Slytherin told her about those spells which she had performed. It was that curse spell that hadn’t said 19 years ago. And it hurt too many people, even her friends.
“Amber!” she heard her name being said. She turned around and saw Logan running towards her. “What have you done?” She saw the tears coming from her eyes. “I..I..didn’t know..” She faltered; she was so damn scared she can’t even speak the right words. Logan slapped her hard in the face, “I thought you were good.” And then ran. She stared into the space where her friend had vanished. What had she done?
All this time she didn’t know she was being someone she doesn’t want to be. All this time her mind was being corrupt by those devil whispers she’s hearing, and now that the damaged was done, she can’t do anything about it.
She sure has known to be Amber. ‘Her eyes as precious as a gold’ Hagrid had described her amber eyes once. But right now, her eyes were as pale as a snake. Why can’t they believe her?
Even Hagrid, who once saw her as a precious one, now was looking at her as if she was as filthy as a rat. She didn’t betray them. She was possessed. But no one wants to believe her. Not even her friends whom she thought would trust her.
…I opened my eyes and knew who she was. She was me. I was living in another world – a fantasy. Like Alice who was on her Wonderland. Surely, mine wasn’t as wonderful as hers. Though before I thought it was really beautiful to be in there, but I’ve discovered that I wasn’t really possessed. I wasn’t really as good or as bad as they thought me to be. They were merely not willing to accept who I am, even believe what am I really saying. I thought they were good friends of mine, but it seems like that’s a fallacy. I am not the betrayer. I was the one who was betrayed. I don’t deserve that slap.