Ancient

Prologue

A loud screech from her aunt awoke her and the tiny girl slowly forced her tired eyes open. She stared at the wooden ceiling of the closet and swept her eyes from one spider web to the other. She didn't mind spiders, not anymore at least. Once many years ago she would have run screaming but now she didn't care. They couldn't do anything to her, besides there was far more to fear than a silly insect.

The girl focused on her horse-necked aunts screeching voice to try and decipher what had distressed the horrid woman so. She took pride in being the one to distress her aunt on a regular basis and the screeching that was taking place at the moment was far worse than the girl has ever been able to make the woman do. This would not do, jealousy coursed through her body which in turn shifted to utter glee once she caught the words being screeched.

Her Aunt Gana had decided to come for a visit.

The cupboard door slammed open and her batshit crazy aunt glared at her. This of-course did not bother her in-the-slightest. She was a trained assassin, She was a heiress of at least three ancient and noble houses, she was a princess –even had the enchanted tiara to prove it– As if the glare of a pathetic peasant would bother her.

"Get dressed freak," her aunt spat at her, "that ugly thing is coming to talk to you."

She barely twitched at the words, even thought she wanted nothing more than to blast the stupid peasant to smithereens. She promised her Aunt Gana and uncle Tom that she wouldn't kill the morons she was staying with until she could get emancipated. Then they were free game.

With a roll of her bottle green eyes she stood up and rummaged through the small space looking for a cute dress that would make her look sweet and innocent –not that she would ever be sweet and innocent– She ended up with a cotton candy pink dress rimmed with little white flowers and a pair of flats matching the pink dress. The bows on the tip of the shoes had originally been black but with barely a thought she spelled them to be the same white as the flowers on the dress. The coloring didn't suit her very well, what with her wild black hair and pale skin. Dark colors suited her better but she didn't own anything cute that was dark so she had to stick with the eye catching pink.

It had been almost three years now that she's been staying with her mother's sister and thought the family was despicable and would never be worthy of her it was far better than the red room. Honestly anything was better than the red room. She spent a solid three years in that place before she managed to break out and find her way back to the estate that had once been her home. She didn't think she would ever consider it home again. She had plenty of good memories and the good memories out-numbered the bad ones by far but the bad memories outweighed the good ones in sheer depth.

"Aunt Gana!" was the cry of delight that greeted Morgana when she stepped into the house of her dearest Lily's sister and with a bright smile she picked up the pure bundle of joy who looked utterly adorable and completely innocent in her outfit. Morgana approved. It was best to lead people into a false view so they can underestimate you. Her little Light was anything but innocent.

"Are you ready for a day out my little Bud, my little Light?" she asked rhetorically. The answer was obvious and without a glance at the should-be-horse Morgana promptly twisted on the spot and disappeared without a sound.

They appeared in a cozy living room located in one of the smaller Le Fay manors and her little light promptly dropped her fake smile and plopped ungracefully onto the couch.

"When will this end Gana?" the soon to be eleven-year-old girl moaned in misery. Morgana honestly felt guilty, the whole family –not that their little light new of the family yet– felt guilty. They wanted to help but it was forbidden. She had to go through this on her own. It's how she grew. It's how she became the woman they all loved and respected. Yes they wanted to help but then she wouldn't be their Light, their Lady, their Queen. She would be different and they didn't want different. It's why they never went to get her out of the red room even thought they all wanted to burn the place down. She had to go through that and they hated themselves for allowing it. They were selfish but they wanted Their Rosemund Potter not a girl who looked the same, who had the same name but acted different because she didn't grow up the same as their Rose-bud.

"Soon little light," –because that's what she was, their light– "soon you will be eleven and then off to Hogwarts you go, you'll have plenty of freedom there," Morgana knew she was lying and a stab of pain shot through her heart. Her little Rose-bud was going to be having a rough few years and it will be anything but peaceful nor will it be free. It was needed thought. The only reason Morgana agreed to let her go to that blasted school was because she knew in the end Rose will be alive, broken but alive and reparable.

Hey my little angels! When I started this book the first time is was a rough idea and I had no idea where I was going with it so I decided to redo it. I hope the new version will be to your liking.

Updates will be done weekly. Each Sunday I will try and post a new update, it might go off track every so often because I work full-time, will be doing my grade 10&11 next year (I dropped out when I was 16 to help my family by lending a hand and getting a full time job, but will be finishing high school via homeschooling now that we are stable) am studying Korean and writing an original story (original world, plot and characters pray for me I hope it goes well) not to mention I have this massive list of things I need to do and study in 2019 and 2020 so the two years are going to be a mess.

I will do my best thought to update on a weekly basis.

This story is going to be a massive crossover of Harry Potter x Merlin x Avengers x Vampire diaries x Originals x Marvel movies

Chapters except for this prologue will not be anything less than 2000 words.

Question for my dearest angels, which Harry Potter characters do you think should be a part of Rosemund Potter inner circle of friends?

Feel free to follow my twitter afictionatly for updates, sneak previews of Ancient or any other fiction I'll be working on or even if you want to make suggestions and ask me to write a story you want to read but no one is writing I'll add it to my list and see if I can write it for you.

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Yours sincerely,

Amizen.