The Girl Who's Different

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another child lived in the house, too.

This child, is different from the Dursley's son, Dudley. That, the whole town knew, to their chagrin.

They worked hard to make Dudley look good and their niece look bad...but no matter how they try, the neighborhood knows full well that their much-unwanted niece Lorraine Potter and nobody knows why the Dursleys disliked her so much. She's well-mannered, polite, kind, respectful, very lady-like and knew two other languages...and does real well in school. In fact, she's known for having full marks...unlike that son of theirs. Dudley is the complete opposite of his cousin. He does poorly in school, rude, aggressive, a bully that their children hated and they hate his friends too. No matter how much Petunia Dursley say her 'duddy dinkidums' is an angel who can't hurt a fly, the bruises on some neighbor's sons say otherwise.

Thus, Little Whinging thinks Petunia and Vernon Dursley are messed up in the head with too much bias and blatant favoritism instead of treating two children equally, and Lorraine knows what's good and what's bad, Dudley clearly doesn't.

But for all her good traits, Lorraine always wore tasteless or faded clothes from second-hand shops and old glasses that clearly was unflattering on her face.

Needless to say, everyone agreed something weird is going on with the Dursleys regarding treating the children in the house, thus look down on that family, while feeling sorry for the clearly-unwanted niece who had to go home to her relatives everyday after school.

However, they were right about one thing.

There's something strange going on with the Dursleys and their immense dislike was with a very good reason.

Not that they know that.

Lorraine is different from all kids in Little Whinging...and the Dursleys are afraid of her.

They thought they can mistreat her into submission...but all they did was awaken in what they think, is a monster.

Outside, Lorraine is a well-mannered young girl treated unfairly by her relatives but to the Dursleys, she is a very dangerous being.

To them, she is very cold, powerful, threatening and dangerous. And she showed how. Effortlessly breaking a couch apart to smashing doors into two when they tried locking her up in the cupboard...and she demanded the guest room upstairs when they tried stuffing her in the cupboard under the stairs. When Vernon tried to smack her with his big, meaty hands, a monster appeared and he cowered in fear. Thus she got her way. She could do well in school outshining Dudley, protect herself from her goons and be the perfect angel thus well-liked by neighbors. She also gets to eat a lot.

She is also fully aware of her heritage after using her powers on her aunt after she knew she was being fed lies when she was ten. She found out about why she is here. Her parents' murders, and why she was put here by Albus Dumbledore and his beliefs despite the family and her being highly incompatible.

So Lorraine, fed enough with them, took out a syringe, and restrained Petunia with her conjured vines, and took her blood.

'So, the so-called blood wards uses you as an anchor, is it? But what that old fool doesn't know is that if mother sacrificed herself to protect me with her blood, the magic in the blood...in order to trigger the protection...I must be loved and cared for by the nearest blood relative and you were anything but.' said Lorraine coldly. 'You locked me up in the cupboard like an animal and an unwanted pet. I'm only cleaned and fed just enough to stay alive and you tried breaking me when I was old enough to understand my world...that would have worked if I did not have a guardian angel who taught me many things to survive. This angel protected me from you and taught me how to protect myself with my power. Because you never loved me, there was no protection ward right from the start...in fact, if the Death Eaters come, nothing will stop them from barging in and massacring us all thanks to you~' she giggled darkly to their horror.

'-but if I take a bit of your blood with me and leave this hellhole, the wards will link to this syringe...and it'll power up with me and my mother's feelings in my body. Therefore you are unnecessary and not needed.' she said as she threw Petunia across the living room. 'Good luck in the future because you never loved me therefore, nothing will protect you now. Toodles~!' and she vanished in a purple haze.

The Dursleys were left in a shocked stupor...

And when what she said sunk in, they quickly prepared arrangements to move to a far away country that wasn't Europe for their own safeties, and moved to Canada where they certainly lived the rest of their lives without fear...but due to the way they raised Dudley, they encountered a lot of problems indeed.

xxx

'That's what I said, but the wards shifting to a stupid blood-filled needle to link to me is just nonsense.' Lorraine scoffed as she is now by the river, dumping the syringe there and watching it disappear to the murky bottom. Her only possession is a bag containing her files needed to continue her life, and Vernon's money she stole from his wallet while creating her Illusions before she left. 'But the fact that there is no power is true after I browsed through her head...after Gringotts, now what?'

Go to Italia. You can train freely there.

'Got it and maybe I can apply for a nice private school too. Magic schools have no use in the real world other than extra weaponry anyway.' Lorraine snorted. 'We'll find out where Italy's Magic Alley is then we'll stay close to it...and proceed with normal life and training too before I can take you home.' she grinned. 'I have to be stronger than now afterall before I can even step foot in there!'