Dawn-Eve lily Potter is no ordinary 8 year old girl, for she is a unique individual. For one she was skinny with skin like porcelain and brilliant vibrant green eyes which were lined in dark eyeliner, she has black hair which has natural streaks of a ginger-red. Dawn-Eve always loved her hair for it was messy at the top then flowed in to locks that ended at her waist; she also had a red lightning bolt like scar.

Dawn-Eve knew she was pretty but after her whale of a cousin 5 birthday party, everyone avoided her. You see after her family died in a car crash she was sent to her only living relatives, her aunt uncle and whale- cousin. At her cousins birthday party Dudley decided to play pin-the-tail-on-the-freak, of course being a good cousin Dawn-Eve complied and agreed to join. She could not explain it but it felt as if someone was whispering in her ear to turn around, so she did so grabbing her cousins fist which was an inch from her head with pin in tow and twisting it away from her. When she touched his hand she felt a grim satisfaction when she heard it crack, she hypothesized that she had broken it but did not know for sure until Dudley began jumping around squealing. After she hurt his hand she felt happy in a twisted sort of way, until her uncle got her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to her cupboard where he hit her repeatedly, yet it didn't hurt. She could not feel the pain, so when he slammed the door and locked it in her face and did not open it for 5 days she felt fine. For some reason Dawn-Eve never felt pain, she was numb.

Occasionally she would remember things, like a man with long black hair and an infectious smile who had a bark like laugh who went by the name of Padfoot and liked to turn in to a wolf size dog that a little girl with black and red hair could snuggle in to when she could not sleep. Or a man with sandy blonde hair and kind understanding eyes, who made her feel safe who she liked to call Moony. She would sometimes see him when he looked ill with big black circles under each eye. But for some reason every time she thought of a girl with red hair or a man with messy pitch hair their faces were blurred, yet they still radiated love which she returned whole heartedly returned.

Dawn-Eve sighed as she sat up in her cupboard, looking down she could see the light pouring through the crack in her door. Closing her eyes in a crease she concentrated on the lights natural heat. Her eyebrows shot up commercially as it revealed that the time was already 8am, every since Dawn-Eve was really little she knew when the time was by concentrating on natural temperatures. It always gave of a more detailed result when she was outside basking in it.

Fumbling with the buttons on her night gown she just got it off when she was pulling on an old, long, grey mans top which was too big for her slight malnourished frame. She frowned as it landed level with her ankles. Lying back on her make-shift bed, she leaned over the side fingering the side off her 'bed' until she found the pins keeping it together. She gave a tug on them pulling them out; as she did she felt the bed of dirty sheets deflate causing her to jump slightly and hit the floor hard since there was no more separation from the floor.

"OW!" She moaned rubbing her hip which took the latter of the fall and beating the night before.

She slowly stood up to her full height of 4.4 ft, grabbing the hem of the top/dress she was wearing. She slowly pulled the ankle length material to her knees as she pinned it in place with the pins from her bed. She then grabbed the sleeves, which were currently at her waist and gently pulled them of before taking the gaping holes that were left and fastening them behind her back to make it look like a normal dress.

She stood for a moment looking down at her creation; with a satisfied nod she grabbed her flat black shoes and black holey tights pulling them on as she opened the cupboard door. Reaching the literal sparkling kitchen she looked at her reflection in the stove as she turned it on, she paused for a beat before turning to the fridge and retrieving the eggs, bacon and sausages putting them on the side. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger a smirk twitched on lips looking at the sausage with apple packet. One thing she learnt in this house so far is that the Dursleys DO NOT do anything associated with fruit or veg.

"Do it!" A deep voice said in her head goaded.

She cocked her head to the side weighing up the pros and cons, just as her hand begin inching to the apple sausages she jumped back in fright, for another voice had made itself known in her head.

"Don't do it!" It said all knowingly "Think of what they'd do" The voce suddenly turned harsh "and for Merlin's sake do something about your hair"

Dawn-Eve grumbled as she slammed the fridge door shut causing it to shake; her hands clumsily reached the sausages as she removed the packaging, digging her fingers in the meat every second as she did.

"HAIR!" The bossy voice reminded again, Dawn-Eve lost was trying not to roll her eyes but lost the fight soon after "NOW! AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE, DAWN-EVE LILY POTTER!"

"FINE!" She shouted out loud throwing her hands in the air knocking over the eggs and carton in the process, her muscles went rigid until she heard the Dursleys snores again.

Relaxing she crouched to the ground praying the eggs were ok, to her relief they were intact. Meaning another beatings odds decreased. She wrapped her little hands around the yellow carton of eggs, before putting them on the counter. Dawn-Eve span round on her spot and started to walk to draws on the other side of the pristine kitchen, yanking it open she grabbed the bottom of the seemingly empty draw and pulled on the light brown wood until a gap appeared. She shoved her hand in and began to feel around until she felt what she was looking for, the smooth surface of a mirror, the roundness of a pencil and the roughness of a hair band.

As she put the smooth oval object in her hand, and held it up so she could see her face. She grinned at her hair, as the top was sticking out all over the place where her make shift layers were. She quickly ran her hand through them as she searched for her second hair band before taking the waist long hairs which were straight, before platting them and draping them over her front so they hung low and swayed when she walked. By now she was positively beaming at her reflection as she hummed lining her eyes in black, seconds before sliding the objects back in to the secret hidey hole and closing the draw.

Turning round she literally skipped to the food which was waiting eagerly to be prepared, her fingers separated the sausages and lined them on the cooking tray before sliding them in the oven. She cracked the eggs and whisked them with a fork before the yellow-white substances was thrown in a pan; the bacon had a similarly brisk handling as she greased a pan and chucked the bacon in to its new home.

When the preparations were down Dawn-Eve, heaved herself on to the counter as she felt the sun smiling down on her. She threw her hand back and smiled as she worked out that it was 8:45, and she had 15 minutes before the Dursleys even stirred.

8:50 the door bell rang, making her jump slightly something that ever changed for she did not like loud noises. Dawn-Eve practically leaped off the counter and ran to the door, running in to her open cupboard door in the progress. Resulting in her slowed down pace the rest of the way to the door, as she massaged the hip that seemed to always be the thing being injured these days. Grabbing the keys off the new shiny chest nut table, she jammed them in the lock and wiggled until clicked signalling it had been unlocked. She subconsciously scrub the door knob before grasping firmly and turning it to the right swiftly, opening it in the process. She blinked as the sun hit her full force in the eyes; she shook her head slightly before looking to the person who had knocked the door.

"Hello" Dawn-Eve in a way she considered polite. "How may I help you..." She focused her eyes to make out a man "...sir" She completed looking expectantly at the man

"Hello, I am Remus Lupin" He responded with a smile that filled his face and made his eyes light up.

"Moony!" The male voice in her head proclaimed suddenly making her grip her head in pain.

"Owie!" She exclaimed "That hurt!"

"Are you ok?" Remus asked with concern written all over his face.

"Yes" She growled "It's just the voices in my head are very vocal today!"

Dawn-Eve blushed at what she said and peaked up; Remus' face was confused with an underline of fright. She suddenly felt very self conscious.

"Um that came out wrong." She explained laughing nervously "I mean... um... I'm Dawn-Eve Lily Potter"

The man blinked, Dawn-Eve suddenly felt like she was under scrutiny.

"I'm here to give you this" He almost whispered thrusting a small package in to her waiting arms.

She looked down at it on the front in a elegant scrawl was the words

Dawn-Eve Lily Potter

Number four, Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Her eye brows shot up along with her head but the man was no longer there, she felt the time 8:55. Shrugging she shut the door and turned round, taking the package and throwing with a well aimed throw in to her cupboard.

Turning back in to the kitchen she manoeuvred her way to the stove, quickly stirring the eggs before tipping them in to a white ceramic bowl and placing it on the table, which she laid at 3 in the morning when no one else was there to make it more efficient for now. As she got in to the kitchen she turned on the coffee maker flicking the on switch after chucking in the coffee beans, She reached the shelf which held the mugs which she got 2 of followed by 3 clear glasses. She would not delude herself into thinking she would be eating or drinking at all, turning to the stove once again she retrieved the bacon and sausages shoved them on separate plates and turned the stove off. Wiping her brow, she took the plates which harvested food to the other room positing them on the table in a way that the food was facing Dudley most.

With a relieved sigh she looked to the light.

"9 o'clock" She whispered smiling grimly as the stairs began to creak and thunder as someone large came charging down them. Dawn-Eve who was leaning on the door frame at the time Dudley came rolling in to the dining room was knocked down on to her hip again, struggling to sit up Dawn-Eve had no idea that Dudley had stopped and was looming above her with a maniac grin and weird look in his eyes. She looked up the same time Dudley grabbed her arm and ran a knife down the length of it her eyes widened, Dawn kicked out and hit him in the balls as he kneeled over she was crawling to the chestnut table using it to pull herself up, as drops of scarlet blood landed on the floor.

Stumbling to her cupboard she grabbed a dirty off-white sheet and twisted it round her arm.

"I am not saying here!" Dawn-Even whispered bitterly "They'll kill me!"

Grabbing her package from earlier, another sheet and an old top of her cousins, she scattered to the kitchen pulled out her whole draw smashing on the side so it shattered. She bent to retrieve her 3 of her 4 most treasured items, before running to the sitting room pulling the lining of an acid green pillow apart and taking her pink baby blanket which had the initials DELP stitched in along with a teddy.

There were more footsteps on the stairs and shouts, the owners of them soon arrived at the door to the room Dawn-Eve was currently residing in. A large pair of hands gripped her neck, dangling from the ground. Dawn-Eve swayed to and fro before shoving her fingers in her captures eyes pulling them away she found they were red, she looked to see blood pouring down her uncle's cheeks as he realised his hold half swing. Dawn-Eve hit the front window with force before landing in the garden rolling, lucky for her she never let go of her stuff and now found herself hugging it to her. Curtains all-around were twitching as neighbours looked outside, forcing herself to see straight and the stars to disappear she stood and began to run.

She soon found herself in a park where there was only one other occupant, whose sense of smell alerted him to her approaching figure. The last thing Dawn-Eve saw before she passed out was a large black dog and a man with sandy blond hair running to her.

"DAWN-EVE!"

And then the lights were gone...

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