Hey this is the first story I am posting here. Constructive criticism is OK, flames shall be ignored.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the OC's.
Name: Willow Jasmine Potter. Age: 7. Gender: Female.
Looks: Floor-length black hair with fiery red highlights, normally put into a high ponytail. Bright Emerald green eyes, naturally tanned skin. Willow has the height of a small 5 year old, with a malnourished gymnast build. Lightning bolt scar over her right eye. Diagonal jagged scar on back going from right hip to left shoulder. Upper torso covered with various other scars/open wounds/bruises that are able to be hid by her clothing.
Clothes: Second hand school uniforms. Cousins cast offs, fashioned into dresses.
Family: Parents were killed when Willow was 15 months old. She was then given to 'maternal aunt' against parents wishes less than a day after they were killed. Maternal Aunt and her family severely abuse Willow (non-sexual abuse), and treat her like a slave while expecting her to be the best in the extra-curricular activities they force her into, while keeping her grades to an acceptable level, and finish her cousins homework.
Likes: High Places, Dancing, Gymnastics, Games, Pranks, Free Running, Singing, Playing Instruments, Languages, Learning about Different Cultures, Pranks, Confusing People and more.
Dislikes: The Dursley Family, the color pink, older cousin's hand-me-downs and more.
Other: Willow is extremely smart both book smart and street smart, though she only shows enough to pass school and escape the worst punishments when she can, while she works on getting enough evidence to be removed from the Dursley family, even if they try to lie, or bribe the cops, judge, and social workers. Most of Private Drive have come to their senses about the Dursley's and how they truly are, and not the act that they put on. Rest in the Story.
Start!
Willow's: POV.
"Girl, wake up! You have chores that you need to finish before your music recital, then you have to cook dinner, and prep for tomorrow's breakfast!" The shrill voice of your 'aunt' Petunia sounded as the door to your 'room' was yanked open, cutting through your dreams and scarring you awake. "I'm coming Aunt Petunia" You said as you quickly sat up in your cot, being sure to hide any evidence that you had collected over the past two years with your 'blankets' and violin case. You quickly left your room getting smacked across the face and getting told "Don't talk back to your betters." Soon your chores were finished along with your morning beating.
You took a quick shower, and changed into your school uniform, which was your best set of clothing, and grabbed your violin case which you had shoved your evidence into, making sure not to damage it. You planned on mailing it anonymously to the press, Scotland Yard (instead of the local law enforcement whose head was dirty, you included evidence of that too.) the Queen and Parliament (you didn't think that anything would come from it, but you never know.), and a few other places, including the company that your uncle works for, and some of their associates. You were going to send it from the community center post box while waiting for your turn to play. Even though you didn't show it you were terrified the entire ride to the community center, terrified that the Dursley family would find out, and that you would get the ever living daylights beaten out of you, for trying to escape. You didn't calm down until you had put the envelopes into the post box all the while wishing, 'Please let this work. Please let me be safe.'
You were soon back behind stage with the other contestants doing your breathing exercises trying to calm yourself down, and just thinking about the notes that you would need to play, and the message that you wanted to convey over the sound to the violin with the song you were going to play. All too soon you were called onstage to play your piece, and you did so, as you thought about your home life, about being ignored for no reason, the sadness that you never seem to be able to get rid of, as you played you thought off different memories in your life where you were hurt, or just wanted someone to help you, to rescue you, only for you to be ignored, and pushed to the side, as people believed what your so called family spread about you, even with evidence to the contrary staring at them in the face.
You played for the full 10 minutes that you were allotted, not paying attention to what was around you until you heard the alarm telling you to stop. You opened your eyes and brought down your violin, looking at the sea of shocked and guilty eyes that were staring back at you, from the judges and the crowd, the only people who didn't look like that was your relatives, they just looked extremely bored about what was going on. You gave a curtsy and that seemed to snap everyone out of their stupor and they surged to their feet and gave you a standing ovation. You once again gave a small curtsy before you walked off stage and to the waiting area where you got another ovation but this time from the other competitors from the school district recital, the first second and third place winners would then go to refinal, than to state until finally hitting nationals.
You had only made it to regionals before, and got your first 'beating of your life time' at the age of 5. All too soon all competitors were on stage waiting to find out who got the first three places. "In third place we have Alex Polkins." The announcer called out and soon the older brother of Dudley's friend Piers stepped out. "In second place we have Marie Peterson." Marie was the older sister of another of Dudley's friends. All of Dudley's friends had at least one older sibling, and they along with their other family members besides their parents disagree with their friendship with Dudley, unfortunately the parents of said friends believe everything that the older Dursley's and their son say about you, and so allow their young boys to be friends with Dudley, even if they were constantly in detention. "And in first place we have Willow Potter." The announcer said, breaking you out of your thought, and causing you to step out and stand with the two secondary schoolers, once again being the youngest person to make it to regionals for your district, seeing as how it is normally those who were 10 or older who make it higher then just the district. You looked even younger than you normally do as you stood by the two 13 year-olds, with a crowd of students ages 5 to 18 behind you, because even if you were seven, when looking at those around you, you looked like you were a small five year-old.
After the picture of you three was taken for the local paper, you walked over to Mr. O'Cress, the music teacher for Stonewall primary school and Stonewall secondary school, to get the information handouts of the Regional Competitions, before you walked over to your respective families, where Alex and Marie were congratulated, and you were just roughly grabbed while Vernon started to drag you out of the building, but was stopped when Mrs. Polkins said, "We should all head out for a congratulatory dinner, and it will give time for Dudley, Piers, and Malcome to play while Alex, Marie and Potter talk about what they should play for Regionals, because it seems this year they need to play a classical piece together." Both your aunt and uncle were about to say no when Dudley ran (waddled you thought) to his friends all of them talking about eating at a place that they all loved going to, but you and their elder siblings all hated.
"How about Willow, Marie and Alex decide where we eat because it's their congratulatory dinner, not spoiled brat's going out to eat because they threw a tantrum like a 2 year-old, and all their parents want to do is shut them up, instead of giving them a good but whooping." Piers's grandfather said as he glared at the three youngest male's of the group, along with the others from Marie's and Alex's family's besides their parents. "Dad." Mrs. Polkins said seeming affronted, but at the same time thoughtful, before everyone but the boy's, the elder Dursley's and the Peterson's all agreed. Both Marie and Alex then spoke up and said, "How about Halia's, the new Italian place?" They said it at the same time, almost like they had rehearsed it, but the shock on both of their faces proved that it wasn't. "What do you say Willow?" Ben, Piers and Alex's older brother asked. "That sounds good." You softly said, flinching a bit as Vernon's grip on your arm got stronger. "Then let's go, Willow you're riding with me, we are going to need to pick a good outfit that isn't our school uniform. I'd like all of us to match, we can decide Alex's after ours is picked out, so you will need to come to my place a few days a week, and then all three of us need to practice the piece we will decide to do." Marie said as she quickly got you out of your uncle's hold and then dragged you to her parent's car.
The night for you was the best night of your life that you could remember, you actually got to eat, and you stored some food away for later without anyone knowing, though as soon as you got back to the house, and you stored your violin and extra food, you were given a beating for 'acting out of your station in life' was what they said. You just thought that it was because they had to treat you like a regular human, and not the thing beneath their feet, that they normally though you were to save face with the parents of Dudley's friends, along with setting up dates and times for you to work at Alex's and Marie's houses, and at the Dursley house tol, for the practice of the piece that they had to play, which meant more time that they needed to treat you like a human, and that they would need to feed you when Alex and Marie were over, because they were older and would notice their lies about why you weren't eating.