Chapter 1

AN: Just wanting to say this before anyone follows or favorites. In this fanfic the the timeline has been shifted by roughly 20 years, so instead of Harry being born in 1980 he is born in the year 2000, all of the dates will be shifted 20 years as well. So that means that when the deathly hallows takes place it will be 2017/2018. If you don't like this then please leave, lol im not being rude i just don't want anyone to flame me for using an incorrect timeline. If you have any ideas or questions please feel free to pm or review, I will respond within 12 hours usually.

THIS IS NOT A GENDER BENT HARRY! if you want to know who she is, either keep reading the story or pm if you need to know asap. She will get a Hogwarts letter but at the moment she will be growing up in America.

I could see her, that kind woman with the nice voice. She ran into the room, the door slamming shut behind her, her face full of panic as she made her way towards us, brilliant red hair a disheveled mess.

Next to me I could feel the boy I shared the bed with start to stir, as he was starting to sit up with a yawn. The woman barely made it to our bed when the door flew off its hinges, the red haired woman froze for a moment locking eyes with me, her eyes were darting all across my face for a brief instant before her own face settled into a determined expression. She spun around so she was facing the blown in door.

A silhouette of a man was standing in the warped door frame, glowing red dots where his eyes should have been. Not a man, a demon.

It pointed at the woman who was saying something to the him. The demons finger was long nearly a foot in length, from the tip of it shot a brilliant green light which struck the woman in the chest.

For a second it looked like nothing happened, but then the woman fell limp onto the ground. With the woman out of the way, the demon pointed at me.

One flash of green and pain erupted from my right eye. It HURT so much! It felt like my eye had been exploded from the inside, and I could clearly feel a hot fluid streaming down my face. I couldn't stop the scream that ripped from my lips. "AAAAAAAAHHHHH-"

"-HHHHHHHHH!" I bolted up in my bed, gasping for air while simultaneously moving my shoulder length hair off of my face to try and get better access to my right eye, it was proving to be quite the task considering that it was sticking to my face due to all the sweat.

Glancing around the room I noticed that none of the seven other occupants had so much as twitched from my outburst, probably because it was such a regular occurrence that they had learned to sleep through it.

The little amount of light I could see streaming through the blinds across the room suggests that night was in the middle of losing its eternal battle with the day. Not seeing a point at attempting to go back to sleep, I grabbed a fresh set of clothing and went out into the hall and made my way to the bathroom to rid myself of the my damp clothes and the shaking fingers caused by the nightmare.

Under the cold spray from the showerhead I could let the tension in my body go free as I focused on the biting cold water. Stepping out I quickly dried and wrapped the towel around myself. Wiping the condensation away from the mirror, I took in my appearance.

My fiery red hair came down to my chin still wet from the recent shower, my eyes were jarringly mismatched, the left one being a piercing emerald green, and the other was a most unusual shade of pale yellow which almost seemed to have a flecks of gold scattered throughout the iris.

My body wasn't much to look at, I was small and rather skinny almost to the point of being underweight, even going by five year old standards I was small. The orphanage had plenty of food but I just never had much of an appetite, for some reason my sense of taste and smell were severely muffled, it made eating more of a chore than a luxury.

I was startled out of my self reflection by a harsh pounding on the door. "Stephanie! Get out of the bathroom already! You spent enough time in there already!" The lights above me flickered for a second and I could feel this cold and prickly sensation spreading from my stomach outwards.

My eyes widened in fear, 'I couldn't let them see this! They would think I was a freak or something!' With that in mind I clamped down on that feeling spreading through my body and mentally shoved it back into whatever corner it came from.

For the past few months occasionally when I would get startled or feel any strong emotion really weird stuff would happen, flickering lights, suddenly magnetic spoons, the list of uniquely odd things seemed to never end.

After a few seconds the lights stopped flickering, letting out a sigh of relief I called out. "Ok just a few more seconds let me get my clothes on!" I could hear the person grumble on the other side of the door.

Once changed I opened the door, and was promptly yanked out of the doorway. I blinked owlishly at the door that was practically slammed in my face, until the familiar sound of liquid hitting the side a toilet hit me followed by a groan of pleasure. I walked off toward the living room shaking my head in amusement. 'If he had just said he needed to pee I wouldn't have spent so much time in there.'

The living room wasn't particularly large or anything but it had enough couches and chairs for everyone to be sitting in the same room comfortably. Just barely though. At the moment the room was empty, but that wasn't exactly a surprise considering the clock above the fireplace read ten minutes past 6.

I made my way towards the kitchen and went through the motions of grabbing the needed stuff for making pancakes, pan, bowl, eggs, mix, etc. I noticed that we had some bacon in the fridge and grabbed that as well.

After thirty minutes of effort I made thirty pancakes, thirtyfive strips of bacon, and fifteen eggs worth of scrambled eggs. I was in the process of making the last five bacon strips to reach my goal of forty when the yelling started.

"STEPHANIE! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE STOVE!" The shrill scream startled me so hard that I couldn't even attempt to stifle the cold feeling when it surged through my body. The pan in front of me caught fire. And I don't mean a little flame, I mean a roaring fire nearly two feet tall, the heat scorched my hands and I dropped the flaming pan in fear. More screams could be heard from the person that startled me in the first place, but I was too scared to comprehend what they were saying.

The fear, the pain, the yelling, the heat, it was too much. My body felt numb from new wave of cold, but this time it seems that the cold feeling wasn't just restrained to inside my body, i watched as a layer of frost spread from my feet in all direction, it advanced slowly for a second before suddenly surging in all direction coating the entire kitchen, it hissed violently as it met the pan turned bonfire, the fire started to flicker and die down after a few seconds of hissing.

I could see my breath clouding in the suddenly freezing room, slowly I turned to the suddenly quiet person. What I saw made me scream.