Disclaimer: I do not own DGM or HP.
Warning: This contains mentions of child abuse, a female and dark harry, as well as mentions of PTSD, and slight gore. This is also an AU with alive Lily and James and a wrong-boy-who-lived.
TIME OF WAR
PART ONE
In a little dark cupboard, was a little girl curled up crying silently. This girl is Mint Potter.
Mint had jet black hair that was tied in a low ponytail that reached almost all the way to her waist. Bright emerald eyes that were red and puffy from crying. Her skin was pale with the exception of the bruise forming on her left cheek. She was thin, unhealthily thin, and looked to be 3 when she was actually 6-years-old.
Mint didn't know what she did wrong today, all she did was accidentally step on a flower of the garden and ended getting slapped hard by aunt Petunia. It was times like this that made her hate humans. Because, she wasn't one, she was a freak and freaks weren't humans. That was a lesson that was drilled into her head at the tender age of one.
Even her parents and brother wanted nothing to do with her, and they were a bunch of freaks according to her aunt and uncle. That hurt, hurt more than anyone could imagine, being dumped with your freak hating aunt and uncle by your own parents. She hadn't seen them since she was one, so it was no surprise that she didn't remember, and to be honest she was glad she didn't. Because remembering the parents that didn't want you and basically abandoned you was probably a very painful thing.
She was treated less than human, she was made to live in a cupboard, starved most of the time, force to do housework the Drusleys were to lazy to do themselves, and beaten almost every day by either her uncle, aunt, or cousin and his gang. At school she was looked at with disgust and distrust ,as well as in the neighborhood. They saw what was happening, what the Drusleys were doing to her, but they didn't care, or refuse to see what was really going on. Which was why she never asked for help, never smiled, never talked, never cried outloud or in front of people, because she knew it wouldn't change anything, it wouldn't help. She had no one, but that was fine because if the humans didn't care about her she didn't care about them either.
But that didn't mean she wasn't lonely, and sometimes she would wish she could meet other people like her, someone who understood and accepted her, but she knew that wouldn't happen, not for a freak like her.
Little did she know that her wish would be granted.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I apologize for any mistakes I may have made.
Watch out for part two.