She never shared well with other, but who could blame Dorea Potter after years of having every inch of herself owned by her extended family.
When she received her letter to Hogwarts she knew her place in the world was finally secure. It finally explained why she brought back her favorite garden snake when stupid Dudley killed it in the roses when she was eight.
Anything was possible in the wizarding world—right?
Somehow, life brought her to Hermione. Hermione, who always had an answer. Hermione, who in her opinion was more than met the eye of the average bumbling eleven year old wizard. When Luna and she saved Hermione from the troll they made a blood pack that linked them to each other forever. Blood to blood – life to life. So mote it be.
Second year flew by with a fury when Dorea discovered the most beautiful creature in the world, Nera the Basilisk. No one knew that instead of killing the accident creature she instead shrunk it to the size of a garden snake to live within the chamber. Her heart screamed at the thought of killing an innocent creature.
She was more used to bringing them back to life actually.
Third year was upon her and Dorea intended to stay at the top—whatever the means.
Author's Note: I have another crazy/out there story about a dark Harry Potter. This is only the beginning.
