Full Summery- Juliet Lily Marie Potter is the girl-who-lived. She was raised treated horrible until she was seven when her Aunt and Cousin walked in on Vernon molesting her in the kitchen. Vernon had gone to jail and her Aunt and Cousin treated her like family. She goes to Hogwarts and gets sorted into Ravenclaw befriending people from all the houses.

Pairing/s- Julie (I think eleven is too young, so unknown pairing, she will have a few crushes), Petunia/MaleOC (Son of Arabella Figg. Name- Hunter Figg)

Warnings- Alternate Universe, Intelligent!Independent!Ravenclaw!Female!Harry, Nice!Dudley and Petunia, Severitus, and Alternate Universe. This is slightly off canon. sexually abuse mentioned

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I do own half of Juliet.

Author's Note- So yes I am back and here is the story I told you about. I hope you'll like it. Percy will be Juliet's best friend along with Neville, Cedric, Oliver, and Theodore Nott just to give you fair warning. If you have a couple you think would fit well you can comment on in. As of now I'm favoring Juliet/George or Oliver/Juliet or Juliet/Theodore.

Chapter One:

Juliet Potter sat alone in her room staring at the beautifully painted walls in her bedroom. The walls were painted to look like the night sky a mix of blues, violets, and hints of crimson. The black ceiling was painted with light gray clouds and luminescent stars. Her neighbor's son Hunter Figg had painted it as a birthday present; he was a part time artist and a full time interior designers. She walked over and looked into the mirror her family told her she was a very beautiful girl, with a petite in her structure, wide innocent emerald eyes and slightly untamable waist length midnight black hair. But all she could see was a small, scrawny, awkward 10 year old girl. She had just gotten her letter to Hogwarts around three days ago and Aunt Petunia wanted her to look her best because she going you to Diagon Ally a place where the magical community shopped. So she was wearing tribal striped trapeze tank, with denim capris and high top blue converse.

She knew she was a witch. When she was seven, Aunt Petunia had at sat her down, and explained that she was different and she was special. She remembers that day like yesterday.

Juliet had been silent since the Trail. Vernon was sentence to 10 years in prison for child abuse, sexually abuse of a child and attempt at murder. She was thankful Aunt Petunia protected her and kept her name out the paper. Aunt Petunia was sitting as the kitchen table with Dudley when she walked in.

"Julie dear, could you please come here?" Petunia said as she called for Juliet to come.

"What is it Auntie Petunia?" Juliet said as she came into the room and took a seat.

"Well, there are a few things I need to tell you." She said. "Do you remember how we use to call you a Freak?"

Juliet winced at the word but nodded.

"Well, you see your mother, my little sister and her husband James, your dad died when you were a baby. Yes I know I told you this but there is more but they didn't die in a car crash like we said. You see they weren't normal people, they were like you, and they were special. You see, your parents could to magic," Aunt Petunia explained

Juliet scoffed and before she could stop herself she quoted Vernon's favorite words, "There's no such thing as magic."

"Yes there is. Your parent's were a witch and a wizard. And they lived in a place where other witches and wizards lived. Sweetie Julie you're a witch."

"That's not a very nice thing to say!"

""No" chuckled Petunia. "Magical like a girl wizard." Juliet looked at him shocked.

"I'm a witch?" gasped Juliet. "Like magic? But what about my parents?"

"Well in this place… the Wizarding World there was a dark evil wizard who, I don't know much about besides the fact that he killed your parents and then try to kill you but it didn't work and he ended up dead. Mr. Dursley was afraid of you and he wanted to beat the magic out of you," Petunia explained.

"Did… did you … want to…beat… the magic… too," Juliet whispered.

"No, I'm so ashamed of how I treated you. I loved Lily more then anything. When we were younger we were best friends until she met the Snape boy and started spending all her time with him. I'd tell myself I hated her and her freakish ways. But that was far from the truth; the truth was that I was envious of my baby sister. She was so smart and pretty and I was normal. When I saw what he was doing to you I knew that in my heart I had let the one person that I truly loved down. I don't want her to hate me… I don't want you to hate me."

"I don't hate you. You're my family and you saved me. I love you Aunt Tunia, I love you too Dudders," Juliet said her eyes sparking with tears. The two Ex-Dursleys pulled Juliet into a hug.

The day on the Evans/Potter household was as close as ever. It wasn't until three days ago when her Hogwarts letter came did she learns about her fame and what the scar truly meant. Mrs. Figg their neighbor and guardian from the Order had explained it mostly that when she was one Voldemort tried to kill her and survived an unblockable killing curse with just a scar. Juliet hoped that people wouldn't stare at her or single her out because she hated being the centre of any kind of attention.

When Juliet was finish dressing she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dudley was eating with his best friend Piers (Julie didn't like him very much but he was Dudley's best friend). He had spent the night because Aunt Petunia and Mr. Hunter where taking the boys to get their Smelting's uniforms.

"Good Morning Juliet. Hungry?" Petunia asked about to make another plate.

"No thank you Auntie Tunia. I'm too nervous to eat," Juliet said taking a seat next to Dudley.

"I'll take it," Dudley joked. Juliet smiled four years ago that would not have been a joke; Dudley use to be extremely over weight and looked like a pig. But once that whale like monster that was Dudley's father was removed for his life, he had lost a lot of weight and stuck to all of Aunt Petunia's diets.

"Whatever Dudders," Julie smiled as Dudley groaned.

"You're lucky my mum is here" Dudley informed Julie- who laughed.

"Aunt Tunia, did Mrs. Figg tell you the name of her friend that would take me shopping?"

"Yes, I believe her name is Augusta Longbottom. She has a grandson your age," informed Petunia.


Half an hour later, Juliet, was sitting in the back of the Mr. Hunter's car with Piers and Dudley riding through London. Mr. Hunter stopped in downtown part of London and to a place called the Leaky Cauldron. She noticed a formidable looking woman with a round-faced boy waiting outside the strange looking place.

"That's Mrs. Longbottom," Hunter said pointing at the woman and the young boy. "And her grandson she's not as mean as she looks

"We'll be back at 4 to pick you up, of and remember to keep your scar hidden" Petunia smiled. Juliet nodded and got out the car waving as they putted off. As soon as they were gone she made her way over to Mrs. Longbottom.

"Hey I'm Juliet Potter," she said shyly holding her hand out. Mrs. Longbottom shook her hand and smiled kindly.

"I'm Augusta and this is my grandson Neville. He'll be starting at Hogwarts also," Augusta said as they walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Neville smiled shyly and wave which Juliet returned; there was something extremely familiar about this boy. Augusta tapped the wall three times with the point of her wand.

The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for a giant, an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight. Juliet could tell this wasn't Neville's first time he wasn't as amazed as she was. Then again the only magic she ever since was her own.

They stepped through the archway. Juliet looked quickly over her shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.

The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring - Collapsible said a sign hanging over them. Several boys of about Juliet and Neville's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Julie heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever -"

There was a beautiful a snowy-white building towering over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a strange looking creature.

"That's a Goblin," Neville whispered into her ear.

The goblin was about a head shorter than Juliet. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Juliet noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

A pair of goblins bowed them through the silver doors and they were in a vast marble hall. About a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. There were too many doors to count leading off the hall, and yet more goblins were showing people in and out of these.

"Hello," Augusta said to a free goblin. "Miss. Potter and Mr. Longbottom would like to make a withdrawal from their trust vaults."

"Does Miss Potter and Mr. Longbottom have their keys?"

Augusta went into her purse and held up a tiny golden key. Juliet nodded showing them a tiny golden key on a chain around her neck.

Griphook was goblins name; they followed him toward one of the doors leading off the hall. Griphook held the door open for them. Juliet, who had expected more marble, was surprised. They were in a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downward and there were little railway tracks on the floor. Griphook whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks toward them. They climbed in and were off.

At first they just hurtled through a maze of twisting passages. The rattling cart seemed to know its own way, because Griphook wasn't steering.

Julie's eyes stung as the cold air rushed past them, but she kept them wide open. Once, she thought she saw a burst of fire at the end of a passage and twisted around to see if it was a dragon, but too late — they plunged even deeper, passing an underground lake where huge stalactites and stalagmites grew from the ceiling and floor.

Neville looked very green, and when the cart stopped at last beside a small door in the passage wall. Griphook unlocked the door. A lot of green smoke came billowing out, and as it cleared, Juliet gasped 'This must be Neville's'. Inside were mounds of gold coins. Columns of silver. Heaps of little bronze coins.

"My vault is 691. This is yours," Neville smiled. Juliet was either really easy to read or Neville could read her mind. Neville helped her pile some of it into a bag. The walked down to Neville's vault which wasn't that far down. Neville's vault was also fill there was more sliver in that vault but she could tell Neville also came from a wealth family.
One wild cart ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Julie didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money.

"Uniforms first you two," Augusta smilednodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. They entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, Juliet feeling nervous again.

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dears?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here."

In the back of the shop, a Neville took a footstool while a second witch started pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Juliet on a stool next to him slipped a long robe over her head, and began to pin it to the right length.

"So you grew up with your Grandmother?" said Juliet conversationally.

"Yes, Grams you grew up with your aunt?" said Neville shyly. "What is it like?"

"Mhm, it's different. What… what happen to your parent?"

"They… well… I don't know had happened. Grams doesn't want to tell me but they're in a coma," Neville shuddered. They stood in silent for a few minutes before Juliet could say something comforting , Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dears," and they, hopped down from the footstools.

They made their way down to the book store. They stopped to buy parchment and quills. Neville cheered up a bit when he found a bottle of ink that changed color as you wrote. Juliet brought green ink and two eagle quills.

"Sweetie why don't you got get your wand while Neville and I get the cauldrons and everything," Augusta suggested. "We will meet in twenty minutes."

"Doesn't Neville need a wand?"

"He has one got one."

Juliet shrugged and made her way over to Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. entering the shop, she wondered who Ollivander was and what he looked like she had guessed that was the last name of the shop owner. Suddenly, she felt someone creep up on her from behind her and quickly turned around. She stared up at a man with white hair and most incredible blue eyes she had ever seen. She knew that this man was Ollivander.

"Juliet Potter. I was waiting for the day you would come to my shop," were the first words Ollivander said as he walked to the counter.

"I can remember each wand I ever sold, Miss Potter. Each wand. I can remember the wands I sold to your mother and father, your godfather and even your grandparents."

She chocked. She had a Godfather? Why didn't she know that? "Um," she started, but was interrupted by a measuring tape that started measuring the distance between her ears. Ollivander either didn't hear her, or chose to ignore her as he wandered to the back of the shop and started to load his arms with small longish boxes.

She noticed that Ollivander had returned and was holding his wand in his hands, trained on the tape. On his left, several thin boxes hovered in thin air.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Miss. Potter. Try this one. Beechwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible." Ollivander said, putting the wand in Juliet's right hand. But as quickly as she held it, the faster he also pulled it out, while murmuring to himself, "No, no, not this one."

It went on for ten minutes, Juliet trying the wands, and Ollivander pulling them out of her hands.

"Tricky customer, eh? Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere — I wonder, now — yes, why not — unusual combination — holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

She looked at the shopkeeper who was watching her intensely, then plucked up her courage and gripped the wand in her right hand and with a warm feeling swished it down. A jet of lilies burst the tip of the wand and rained out.

"Curious, very curious," she heard Ollivander mutter under his breath.

"Sorry," said Juliet, "but what's curious?"

"What is curious about that particular wand is that the phoenix who gave the feather for your wand, gave only another feather. The feather of the wand that gave you the scar you bear on your forehead."

Juliet sucked in a harsh breath.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember that… I think we must expect great things from you, Miss. Potter… After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great."

"Does that mean, I'm… evil," Juliet whispered.

"Oh no Miss Potter. It means you're powerful and you will become a great witch."

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander," Juliet smiled and paid for her wand. She made her way out the shop and down to the bookstore where Augusta and Neville were waiting her. Flourish and Blotts was full of children Juliet could only guess buying there school books as well. She grabbed the books from the list she had and then grabbed some books just for reading.

The set of books she really wanted Moste Potente Potions, Potions Compendium Volume 1 to 6 but they were up to high and she was jumping trying to get the set. She was jumping for a good five minutes be for she heard a chuckle and a much taller boy reach up and got the set of books. The boy was tall and thin with curly red hair and freckles. He wore horn-rimmed glasses, and also looked as if he carried himself in a dignified manner.

"Thank you," said Juliet shyly.

"No problem, you're going to be a first year at Hogwarts right?"

She nodded.

"Here, these aren't on the textbook list for first years."

"I like to read. I figure if I get more books I'd be more prepared. Plus, I really don't know what is expected."

"Let me help you, I'm a fifth year so I know what being a first year is like. Most of our Defense teachers don't last very long so you'll need The Rise and Fall of the Dark Art, Curses and Counter curses Grade 1and Defense in Battles, History of Magic is mostly self taught because the class is so boring so Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and Modern Magical History. You should also get Hogwarts: A History It's a good read and will help you find your way around easier. Oh I'm Percy Weasley."

"I'm … Julie …Evans." She lied. It wasn't fully a lie Julie was her nickname and Evans was her Aunt's last name.

"Well I must be going Julie, my mum does like when we are separated for a long time. Goodbye Julie," Percy said bowing before he walked away. Julie smiled after him their where going to be good friends.

The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky as Juliet and the Longbottom made their way back down Diagon Alley. Juliet stopped outside of Eeylops Animal and Owl Emporium. Neville and disappeared in the shop to get something for Neville's toad. When the walked out ten minutes later Neville was now carried a large cage that held a beautiful snowy owl, fast asleep with her head under her wing.

"Happy Birthday," Neville smiled handing her the cage.

"But… it isn't my birthday," Juliet shuttered.

"Your Birthday is Monday. I know because it's a day after mine."

"I should get you gift this was so nice."

"It's okay," Neville said bashfully.

"You said you liked plants and stuff. When we were walking," Juliet and took out one of the Herbology books titled Beginners Guide to becoming a Herbologist. The shop keeper at Flourish and Blotts said it was a good book for Herbologist. It also came with magical seed for plants. Neville grinned and took the book. Juliet smiled and nodded as she picked up the owl cage and followed them to the Leaky Cauldron. Mr. Hunter was waiting inside the Leaky Cauldron when they got in. Juliet smile Mr. Hunter was a very handsome man, he had coal black hair that's messed up and fell shy over his Gray-ish black eyes that shined in the darkness. He also has an athletic build with ripped lean muscles, which are only visible when he flexes. The best thing about Mr. Hunter was that he was madly in love with Aunt Petunia whom had no idea.

"Hey Mr. Hunter," Juliet smiled walking over to the man.

"Julie, you're twenty minute late. And how many times do I have to tell you call me Hunter. Mr. Hunter makes me sound so old."

"How old are you anyway?"

"Thirty-one."

"Where's Auntie Tunia?"

"She took Dudley and Piers to dinner because you were so late. Are you hungry Tunia told me you didn't eat?"

"A little. Mrs. Longbottom and Neville went off and I got an ice cream."

Hunter had order Juliet a turkey sandwich from the bartender Tom. Leaky Cauldron was empty a few people passing in and out to Diagon Ally.

"So did you have a good day?" said Hunter conversationally.

"It was really good. Neville is really nice he got me an owl." Juliet smile nodding to the owl.

"She beautiful."

"I really like them. Neville is really shy so I know we'll be great friend. Oh and I met a nice guy named Percy Weasley he's a fifth year."
"My friend Seth is a Prewett, his cousin Molly married a Weasley she has like nine kids. Maybe he is one of her children…"

"Seth is an S word too?"

"Yup, you know I don't mind you saying the word. It's not like it's cursed you say the V word without hesitation."
"Fear of a name only increases fear of a thing itself. I truly don't understand why people are scared of the stupid name. I mean I know the name means "representative of death" but I come on Volde-"

Juliet spoke only to be cut off by Hunter covering her mouth. Juliet eyes glared playful something only those closest friends and family saw.

"Come on Jules, Let's get your thing and go," Hunter smiled pulling Juliet up. Hunter was nowhere never a father figure to her that stop had been reserved for someone or some-two. But Austin was like an Uncle to her and he loved her and Dudley like they were his kids. She wished He and Aunt Petunia would date already. They would be amazing together, Hunter brings out the good in Aunt Petunia, he makes her feel beauty, and he is the only man that can make her blush with just with a smile. She wonder how long it would take them to get together after both her and Dudley where at school. Two months at the most.


Next Chapter- Train ride to Hogwarts, Meet the other Weasleys (Ron, Fred, George, Ginn, Molly and duh duh duh duhhhhh Bill), and the Sorting.

Constructive Criticism is aways welcome...bashing and calling it horrible is not.