Please read this before starting this fic!

First and foremost. I've been trying for an entire year to write this fic! I just checked the first file I created and it was dated back to April 28. I already published it a while ago, but was never satisfied with it. I've gone through four different drafts with at least 4 chapters each, until I dropped it.

To be honest, this version is just slightly better than the others. Before, I went on and on telling everything the character of Abigail did until her unfortunate accident, in one version she was aware since birth! Nevertheless I feel this chapter started strong but it dragged on by the end.

I can promise you this will be turning into an AU the longer it goes, I did amass some ideas during the year.

This chapter is ridiculously short, but I couldn't find something else to add to it. I felt it was better to end it the way it did. I hope you like it.

A little fact about the name of Abigail, I use it after listening to King Diamond's album titled 'Abigail' great stuff. It's about a woman that gets pregnant out of wedlock, her husband, the Duke, finds out and kills her. The spirit of the baby becomes vengeful and years later possesses the pregnant wife of the descendant of the Duke. 7 horsemen tell the man to beware, and the spirit of the Duke tells him to kill his wife to stop Abigail. A pretty cool tale about the birth of evil, the sins of the father and whatnot.

The rebirth of the Dark Lady

Opening her eyes, Abigail was hit with a wave of nostalgia, and with it came despair and horror. She knew this dark and cramped space, she knew it very well because of the fact that she spend the good part of a decade living there.

She was back at the Dursley's cupboard.

It was awfully dark, so she had no way to see her reflection, to confirm her suspicions. She did the best close thing, she felt her own face and body. She felt the bones next to her skin, a clear sign of being underfed - not necessary malnourished, but not good either. She felt her messy, tangled long hair, just like she kept it when she was a child. She was sure of it. She was a little girl again.

So she did the most reasonable thing she could do in a situation such as this: she screamed.

After that cathartic action, she regretted it. She could heard heavy steps moving above her, for a fleeting moment she believed the wood would give in, and the man would crush her. And in that moment, she wished she got crushed, so she could wake up from this nightmare.

The door was opened and the looming figure of the fat man did his best to step in. An exercise in futility.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, GIRL?!" Abigail could feel her eardrum shake from the man's bellowing voice. Vernon is not pleased, she mused. "EVER SINCE DUDLEY'S BIRTHDAY, YOU'VE BEEN MORE UNBEARABLE... AND NOW YOU ARE SCREAMING LIKE A BANSHEE."

She was oddly surprised that the man knew what a Banshee was, even more the fact that he dared to mention something so 'freakish'; and they were. Meeting a Banshee had been an experience she would rather not have again.

Vernon raised his hand to strike her, a cheap tactic of submission. He had the strength to attack without repercussions. But not anymore, she had magic.

Even lacking a wand and most likely not being a Hogwarts alumni, guessing by her sleeping quarters, she was still able to call upon her magic. Being self-aware about it, knowing how it was bound to oneself made it easier to mould it and use. She wasn't afraid about the Ministry, there were more than one loophole about underage magic. As for Dumbledore monitoring her, it only worked for outside danger. Never for the inside, the man was naïve in believing that no danger existed inside a familiy household. Quite ironic once you knew of his dirty little past.

Waving her hand towards the man, the familiar feel of magic came rushing to her. Although it felt more untamed and rather flimsy. Vernon flew hitting the wall at the other side of the hallway. He let out a grunt before going limp. He was unconscious. The shriek that came next definitely did something to her eardrums.

Stepping outside of the cupboard, Abigail noted that Petunia was going through several emotions, all of them concerning, if she had some sympathy for the horse woman.

"YOU LITTLE FREAK, WHAT HAVE YO-"

She silenced her. The woman's eyes bulged comically and in her surprise, she fell, landing on her arse. Her face twisted in a silent scream. The woman crawl away from her, attempting to open the front door and flee. Abigail let out a sigh, she was pushing it, but Petunia was not allowed to escape. With another wave of her hand, the door was locked shut. Petunia kept trying to open it anyway.

"Petunia… Pet, I need you to listen-"

It was clear by her face that she wasn't amused by Abigail talking to her so casually. Or maybe because she used magic. Who knows? Or rather, who cares?

"...I shouldn't be here, there was an accident. Well not really… if Neville hadn't - bloody hell, Neville of all people, I… I'm rambling, sorry Tuney. Or is it Pet? I never knew. Damn it!"

She started pacing, "Great, just great! I'm freaking out now. How wouldn't I? I'm a kid, a child. This isn't a dream, I can tell. Bloody hell, Neville! The fucking ICW!" She kept muttering to herself for the next five minutes, only interrupted by a new set of steps.

"Mum! Dad! What happened?!" Dudley said when he saw his parents, bursting from the second floor. "What did you do, Amy?! You idiot, stupid donkey freak!"

He made a move to hit her, much like his father. This time she dodged by side stepping and tripping her cousin. He tried to stand up, but swiping her feet made him fall again.

"What do you mean by Amy?"

"Wha-what?"

"I asked: Why did you called me Amy?" Abigail said through her teeth.

"You are Amy! Amy Potter, who else?!" The boy shouted angrily.

"Who else, indeed." She muttered.

In reality, she was Abigail Potter, former saviour of the Wizarding World, - an exaggeration, British wizards often thought Britain was the only place that mattered in magical terms. Whether that was bloated arrogance or sheer ignorance, she never knew-. She was one the most decorated witches after the war against Voldemort, and later she became feared and rejected. After the Battle of Hogwarts she decided to follow her own path, traveling around the world with her godson and Andromeda Tonks. The older woman followed her in an attempt to escape the painful memories that haunted her after losing her daughter and husband. She also wanted to take care of her grandson.

Abigail was never shy of the darker arts of magic, not after her second year of Hogwarts. In her travels she learn much more that she could've ever imagine. Andromeda was hesitant at first, but ultimately helped Abigail to achieve greater magical feats.

By the time she had come back, six years had passed since the war had concluded. Nothing had really changed. Shacklebolt's term as the Minister didn't lasted, especially for the lack of support, which baffled Abigail to no end. So everything went back to the same stagnation, only this time her name and image was tarnished. Even more so than before. People questioned her lack of public appearances and how she defeated the Dark Lord, often citing that took a dark witch to know a dark wizard. They weren't wrong about that, but she didn't voiced it.

Her only friend by that moment, Hermione, had left Wizarding Britain to stay in Australia with her parents. Being back to the Isle felt lonelier than usual; Abigail never had many friends, and after the Basilisk ordeal she became more isolated, only keeping contact with Hermione, Ron and Neville. Then the Triwizard Tournament happened and her friendship with the Weasley boy was over. Luna and Ginny were a novel interaction but by then Abigail was hardly seen outside classes, using the Invisibility cloak almost all the time.

So once she returned she continued her hermit like style of living, on the old Potter Manor, or sometimes Grimmauld Place. So she only kept contact with Andromeda and her growing grandson. In the three years she stayed, she made several studies and developments that had her interest for a while. That was until the ICW aurors arrived.

"It doesn't matter, for now." She was back… and somehow her name had changed. With a final shrug, she shook her panic state of mind, accepting her situation. "I can't really let you get away from me, much less to blabber about any of this." With a final wave of her hand, the Dursleys eyes turned glazed, losing their free will forevermore.

Fortunately answers came after a few days, unfortunately it didn't made things better.

Vernon had left earlier to work, in a polite and well-mannered behaviour; many of his co-workers were rather shocked that the man had been reasonable and approachable, improving the working environment like never before. Petunia had served a fulfilling breakfast for Abigail… or rather Amy. And as for Dudley, he was enjoying re-acquaintance himself with his second room, now his only room, while Abigail enjoyed her new one.

As much as she wanted to pry their minds open to understand why the arbitrary change of her name, she had already used a lot of magic and there were many risks if she kept using it. So Abigail decided to wait for her Hogwarts letter for answers. And today was the day.

She heard the knocking in the door, quickly moving to the door, she saw the mail. She grabbed and found the infamous letter… and a second one addressed to her. She looked at the Hogwarts letter first, noting that everything was in order, except, still, for her name. The second one had a foreboding feeling, once she read it, it was much, much worse that she had ever thought.

Miss Potter,

Alongside your Hogwarts letter, I've attached this separate letter inviting you to meet me and a family member I'm sure you are unaware. His name is Harry Potter and he is your brother. I know you are having quite a lot of questions as of right now, but once we get the chance to meet, I'll explain everything. I will come by to Four Privet Drive in the late morning of the following Saturday.

I'll await with eagerness.

Albus Dumbledore

Abigail ripped the letter apart instantly, that son of a bitch… This was worse than anything in the possibility of everything. She never went back in time, she had jumped dimensions, realities or something of the like. She wasn't sure who to blame, who to shout and curse to hell and back. The ICW? Not really, they were getting nervous and suspicious of her after she had killed Grindelwald and his sect. Neville? Not him either, he was too noble and did what he had to, even if it meant sending her to a bizarre reality. Dumbledore? Maybe, why wasn't this Harry bloke with her? Whoever Amy used to be, she definitely hadn't deserve dealing with that family alone.

Abigail knew that in the process of arriving to this world the essence of her alternate self, Amy, had ceased to exist, making Abigail a sort of replacement for her. The entire concept escaped her mind, nothing in her hidden lab was meant to cause this sort of reaction.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself… and did the most rational thing after everything had sink in. She let out a scream of frustration. What else could be different? Snape being nice? Fudge being a competent minister? Hermione being a dark witch? No, hopefully not. Abigail shuddered just thinking about, last time it was too close to be a reality and nothing good came out of that. She wasn't taking any chances this time.

For now, she will wait. Until the old bastard's arrival in two days, she needed to prepare herself… and get rid of the Dursleys without causing the Blood Wards to fall. Who knows? Maybe Abigail could have some real fun in this alternate world. And her curiosity knew no bounds.

So, yeah. That's it for now.

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