HAWTHORNE, amber marane

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What can be found in a name:
Amber Marane Hawthorne
When the day I was born:
27/9/1957 // 7th Year
The Angels screamed:
Julius Hawthorne-father-healthy
Franny Hawthorne-mother-deceased
Isabelle Hawthorne-stepmother-healthy
Jasmine Hawthorne-sister-healthy
And Hell shut its doors:
A 5-month-old Tomcat, and barn owl.
While creatures retreated:
Pureblood
To depths unknown:
Slytherin

I hide from them:
Slytherin Dungeon
Forbidden Forest
Be who they want to see:
Amber Hawthorne is slightly built, having little muscle. She has dark brown hair that falls to her waist, and light-brown eyes to match. She has a couple face peircings (eyebrow and lip), and has both ears peirced. On weekends you will see her wearing a simple tee-shirt and tight jeans. The only tattoo Amber has is the Dark Mark, burned halfway up her forearm by magic.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:

Amber is very over-confident about herself. She beleives she can take on anyone of any age and any class with ease. She is also a very sarcastic person. She is snippy with almost everyone (with the exception of her master, whom she serves with great pleasure), and hates anyone with good in their heart.

Amber absolutely despises anyone who has anything to do with the Ministry of Magic. They are the main reason she joined the Dark. She hates how they go along, enjoying their classy little jobs, oblivious to the danger lying in wait.

Amber is disgusted with Dumbledore. She hates the fact that he opened his arms to so many tratiors to her master. Severus Snape, for example. She knows her master is furious with him for cutting off his ties with him. For joining Dumbledore, the old fool, instead of standing loyally at his side.

Amber is certain she will never find someone to settle down with. To be honest, she could care less. She (for like the seventh time) hates children, and refuses to have any of her own. She would rather spend her time out in the world killing Aurors and anyone else standing in her and her master's way than staying cooped up in a house changing diapers. And even she has to admit she would make a terrible mother.

This soulless being:
Magic
Slytherin
Frownie-Faces
Black
Death
Is just as lost:
Gryffindor
Happy-Faces
Pink
Books
Homework
As everyone else:
Curses
Jinxes
Hexes
Transfiguration
Flying
In a world that knows only hate:
Arithmancy
Charms
Care of Magical Creatures
Divination
Potions
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Amber is a Death Eater

They left me to die:
Bradley Cambel-uncle-healthy
Trisha Cambel-aunt-healthy
Austin Cambel-grandfather-deceased
On a bed of roses:
Mickey Hawthorne-uncle-deceased
Jessamine Hawthorne-aunt-deceased
Lillian Hawthorne-cousin-deceased
Frank Hawthorne-uncle-deceased
Jullie Hawthorne-grandmother-deceased
Marcuss Hawthorne-grandfather-deceased
Blood seeping through:
Amber's family are traitors to the Dark Lord (with the esception of Amber)
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:

Amber Marane Hawthorne was born on the 27th of September, of the year 1957, to Julius and Franny Hawthorne. She was born at exactly 4:46 PM on the leather couch in the family sitting room. At exactly 4:48 PM, Jasmine Hawthorne was born. Amber's identical twin sister. Franny Hawthorne died shortly after the delivery.

The Hawthornes residence is located in a rather small town in the outskirts of London, England. They were well-off on money, like most Wizarding families in London.

Amber learned on her fifth birthday that she was a witch, when she became rather upset that her aunt and uncle Cambel forgot to buy her a present. She threw quite a tantrum, resulting in her carefully iced birthday cake to explode in flames.

Amber and Jasmine never had to attend Muggle school, so they never really understood things like Mathematics and Muggle Science. They were kept tucked in their cottage, away from the prying eyes of the Muggle law-enforcers.

Finally, on Amber's eleventh birthday, she received a letter from Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was to attend school promptly at the end of summer vacation. Jasmine, however, did not.

Amber's father took Amber to Diagon's Alley to purchase her odd school supplies. Amber had been fascinated with the cluster of Wizard stores, but fascinated even more so, by the shop called Ollivander's. Amber had tried out almost every wand in the store before finally finding the right one. A cherrywood with a unicorn hair core. She was delighted.

She set off for Hogwarts a month later.

Amber loved Hogwarts, with it's secret passageways and pecuilar dungeons. She loved it even more, when the Sorting Hat declared she would reside in the Slytherin dungeons. The same exact house her father had been in.

As the year came to a close, she received a rather urgent message from her father. All the note read, was that something terrible had happened and he would explain when she returned home.

Amber's father told her they were servants to the Dark Lord. They were Death Eaters. And they had payed for it. Every aunt, every uncle. Every cousin. Her grandfather and grandmother. They were all dead. Because they were traitors.

Her father told her, in Voldemort's time of need, they turned their backs on him. And for that, they payed their lives. Amber swore to her father that she would not do the same. Swore she would remain faithful to the Dark forever.

Amber got up from the table as the students were dismissed from dinner. She walked back to the Slytherin common room with her fellow house-mates.

Everyone filed into the dungeon, taking seats by the fire. Amber chose a soft armchair more in the shadows. This was her favorite spot after dinner. She could sit there and watch everyone, listen to all their conversations. It was god practice for what she would have to do when she got out of school.

"Did you hear who she's going out with...?" "I heard he hexed him right out of his chair...!" "I only vanished it partways, but still..."

It was always the same. They always droned on and on about exciting events that happened in their magical classes. Yet none of them seemed to care about Him. The Slytherin's were famous for producing the most Dark Wizards, but none of them seemed to care about His downfall. They were all traitors. Just like her family.

That was when, receiving a fright, her Dark Mark began to burn.

[.going down in flames.]

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