Originally by Lady Cruor
Adopted by Nyx Dragonborne
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K.R does.
Prologue

The Dursleys are a perfectly normal family. Mr. Dursley is a big man (putting it mildly), who works at Grunnings, a firm that sold drills. His wife – Petunia Dursley - is a tall woman who is proudly a stay at home mother with the habit of
peeking over fences and through drapes to get ahead on the latest gossip. Dudley Dursley, the product of the aforementioned two, could be best described as a baby whale. He definitely takes after his father's build and skin pigment; while also possessing
his mother's blond hair and blue eyes. He is a boy who had been spoiled all his life, and his behavior showed it; though his parents would never recognize it as they always maintain a willfully blind eye.

The Dursley's house is always perfectly clean and the garden immaculate. In the house are several photos showing Dudley in different milestones in his life, smiling happily with one or both parents in the frames with him. Nowhere is it indicated that
anyone else lived there, besides the family of three. But there is. In a little cupboard under the stairs slept a ten year old child. This child is Emrys Rosalia Potter, and she is the girl who lived.

Emrys Potter has a very small stature for a child about to be eight years old. She possesses long, auburn hair, a mix of her father's dark brown and her mother's ginger locks, highlighted from the long hours she spent working under the sun. Her skin was
deeply tanned, conditioned so after years of burning, and reburning, until her magic finally settled it permanently into her skin to avoid any lasting damage. She had a bandage over her right eye above which you could make out a scar in the shape
of a lightning bolt. Her left eye is an intense emerald green that are rimmed and flecked with black. Her right eye however was a steel grey speckled black and though beautiful, it appeared to be sightless at times. The Dursley's view on her 'abnormal
coloring', was just to bandage her eye and be done with it.

The Dursleys seemed to take offence at her very existence and had made it their mission to make sure she never forgets it. From the moment she had arrived she had been stuffed in the cupboard and forgotten. When she was old enough in their eyes (four)
she had been redelegated the label of slave. She'd had to do all the chores on a list that her Aunt Petunia wrote each morning before her cupboard door would be unlocked, and her Aunt would drag her out to start on it. The first task was always, without
fail, to make breakfast.

On a mild day, that would be followed by washing dishes, weeding the garden, doing the laundry, cleaning the floors, and windows, repainting the fence and making a dessert before cleaning the rest of the rooms in the house, after that Vernon would return
home with Dudley, she'd make dinner, and then be forced to stand in the corner and watch as they ate what she cooked. Then she'd get sent to her cupboard with stale crusts of bread and a dixie cup of water. If she didn't finish any of her chores on
time then she'd be punished.

At first they only consisted of no food for a few days, but as she got older her uncle started hitting her as a punishment. These beatings were a daily occurrence for her now, because it was simply impossible for such a young girl to manage all the chores.
She also knew she was supposed to be going to school, but because there wasn't a record of her adoption, (or even her existence in the muggle world as she later found out) nobody knew that there even was another person who lived on number 4 Privet
Drive.

Emrys though was smart, and during Dudley's first year of formal education she filched any and all homework he had from the bins and then the books when he reached the next grade level. So even without formal education she could read, write, and do her
maths fairly well. The one thing about Emrys that the Dursleys really liked was that she had never once said a word. She used to be able to produce sound, but after Vernon had held her to the wall by her throat when she was younger, she lost the ability.
So the little girl had a simply miserable childhood, but hopefully that would change with her eleventh birthday.