I looked over it once more and edited it, sorry that I didn't do it before, but this is my first published story
Also there are changes in POV, but it is mainly in first person
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-becasoras
The little crimson haired girl, only a week or so old, squirmed in her mother's arms as she caught sight of her father, Clint Barton.
"She's going to be a daddy's girl." Her mother, Natasha said, handing the now smiling baby to her dark haired husband.
"Yeah, but she loves her godparents to, I think she's the most protected baby in the world with all of us." He said with a laugh, thinking of her daughters many godfathers, Tony, Steve, Thor, and Bruce better known by the public as the Avengers.
"Well, it's always good to be protected." Natasha said, holding her arms out to hold her umber eyed baby, and put her in her crib. Clint had left, and Natasha was about to open the door when she heard a faint crack, turning around to see what it was, she was surprised to see an ancient looking man holding her little Anastasia.
"Oh, she will do." He mumbled, and popped away before Natasha could grab him, or her baby. She collapsed to the ground and screamed in agony, bringing Clint running into the room to find his wife violently sobbing in a ball on the floor, and looking around his newborn daughter was nowhere to be seen.
H-H-H
The newborn baby's cries filled the room as Lily Potter slumped back on the mattress of one of the many guest bedrooms in the Potter Manor, holding her new baby boy. There was a small 'pop' and suddenly their old headmaster and friend, Albus Dumbledore, appeared in the room holding a small child along with his wand.
"Albus wha-" James said, but every soul in the room, except for the infants, was stupified. Albus then went around playing with everyone's memories, that they had twins, the older one was a girl named Anastasia Victoria Potter, the child already had a small necklace that said Anastasia Victoria on it, so he went with the name. Then their second child was a surprise, and they named him Charlus James Potter, even the healers memories were changed to fit everything. Putting the baby girl in the bassinet next to the bed, he put a disillusionment charm over himself before waking everyone up and sneaking out of the open bedroom door.
"James! What happened?" Lily asked trying not to voice her panic, reading it could stress out the babies.
"Not sure, must have dozed."
"Only you James!" Lily said with a small laugh.
"You had twins and you named them if you don't remember, this is Anastasia Victoria Potter, and this is Charlus James Potter." The head healer said, packing his things up and leaving the new parents alone after one more check up to the children.
"Twins, I wasn't expecting that." Lily said, looking at her daughter with admiration, she also noticed that her daughter looked older then her brother, but as soon as the thought graced her she seemed to forget.
"I guess we have to set up another crib." James said with a sigh making Lily chuckle slightly, she had made James put the first crib together like a muggle and enjoyed ever second of watching him struggle with an almost sadistic pleasure.
H-H-H
The door opened silently and Voldemort strode in, smirking to himself under his cloak, he was riddled with cruel joy at the foolishness of the Potters, leaving their children to go out and party on Halloween. He walked through the cozy hovel, up the carpeted stairs and into the nursery where the Potter twins were.
"Ah, my 'undoing'!" He said sarcastically with a small chuckle."Now, who first?" Looking between the two infants, Voldemort's smirk widened seeing the little girl stand up. "Ah the first to face me! So brave and powerful! It's a pity to kill you, but this must be down."
Taking out his wand, he whispering the familiar killing curse that had taken the soul of many. As soon as the green light flashed, the room exploded as a translucent shield appeared, throwing Voldemort's own curse back at him and turning him into a broken soul that snuck out of the open window. Anna passed out as Charlie stared screaming his head off because of a small, 'V' shaped cut on his cheek due to falling dry wall. First James and Lily Potter burst into the nursery, quickly followed by Dumbledore and James's long time best friends, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Everyone rushed to Charlie's side except for Sirius, Ana's godfather, who didn't hear her crying and looked around frantically until he saw her. She was lying motionlessly in her crib, and her nearly had a heart attack, completely forgetting about her twin brother. He rushed over to the small baby and gently, but hastily took her out of her crib and sagged with relief as he heard her breathing and felt her chest rising and falling.
"He is the chosen one!" Dumbledore exclaimed holding up Charlie like he was Simba from the Lion King, " see the mark on his cheek, 'V' for Voldemort." He said with a smile and the four all exclaimed how proud they were with their little boy as they walked out of the burning room, but Sirius had walked out as soon as he heard the news, onto the street safely with his goddaughter still in his arms.
H-H-H
It had been two years since the attack and everyday Vicky, as she was now called, was fading into the background. Every year her parents forgot her birthday, and threw a huge ball for her twin, the boy who lived, every year they forgot to give her a Christmas present, lately they've forgotten to even call her down for meals and assigned her a house elf so she didn't die of starvation until she was old enough to cook her own meals. Everyday she's in the library which is like kryptonite to Charlus who likes to bully her everyday and beat her until she's a broken mess on the floor, but whenever the topic of school comes up, he runs and hides. So, she hides in the library, but she's not just in there to avoid Charlus's ruthless beatings, that's just a plus, she loves learning and knowledge so her favorite room in the house is also a haven. Because of her time in the library, she's learned almost everything she can with muggle school and has moved on to languages, she now knows Russian, Latin, Spanish, French, and English fluently with a good enough vocabulary. She has also learned to use magic, but because she didn't have a wand, it was hard to practice at first, but she quickly got the hang of wandless magic by using meditation.
The only person who ever visited her was Sirius, but because he got married and moved to America she rarely saw him anymore and he didn't notice how she was treated, how she was forgotten and abused on a daily basis. Sirius's wife, Analyse, was also very kind but she didn't notice anything unusual either, except maybe Vicky's unusually high intelligence, ignorance is blinding and so they never see what's really happening. But whenever they did come it was her favorite time of year, mainly because they barely talked to her twin for once, and just focused on Vicky because they knew she didn't really get any attention, they just didn't know to what extreme.
H-H-H
Today, she was teaching herself the piano, the Potter manor was urbanized a bit and now included a complete music room, which she also liked, music always seemed to calm her and she got lost in the notes she played. She had almost mastered the beautiful instrument, she could only come to the music room at night because she wasn't suppose to be there, but her thirst for music had persuaded her to sneak in and learn to play. Tonight, she was so intent on playing that she forgot to put up the silencing wards like usual, and her playing drew the attention one James Potter who was coming home from one of his, 'late nights at the office', that he had almost every weekend and most work days, and every single time he came home utterly hammered. He came to investigate the soft sound thinking it was Charlie, he was so proud that he taught himself to play, but when he got there he was furious when he saw his horrible daughter playing the music room he had built for his little star! He charged in, startling her and she stopped playing to cower in fear at his drunken rage. He ripped her off the bench by her long deep rouge hair, she had to bite her lip so hard not to scream that she tasted the coppery flavor of her own blood.
"You horrible prick! I told you not to come in here again! I'm done with your attention seeking antics, I never want to see your ugly face ever again you worthless piece of shit!" He said dragging her through the house and throwing her out the front door He was completely blinded by rage, but that didn't stop him from slamming the door, but it did stop him from taking her out of the wards and disowning her. So, after there was silence once more she went to the window of her small bedroom, opening it silently, and crawling inside. There was only one thing she wanted from the place she no longer called home, and that was a leather choker that had a small, onyx dog hanging off it, it was the only present that she ever got on her fourth birthday last year, it was from Sirius and it was the only possession she held dear.
She traveled through upper Wales, but all there was was vast hills and empty space, she thought she would die of dehydration in a few days, but then she stumbled upon the outskirts of the city Cardiff, and went into an obviously abandoned house, taking the food and water that was left, and eating as much as she could before crawling into one of the beds and falling asleep quickly due to her exhaustion.
The night was cold, but I could manage, I was staying in another abandoned building, this time in Central London, it had been nearly five whole months since my exile from the Potter Manor and I shivered as I felt just how cold England can get in the middle of winter. I didn't have a blanket, and I could tell that if I didn't have one soon, I would freeze to death. Walking from my building with caution, I smiled at how I had changed, but my caution was not enough for seconds later I heard the greasy voice of a man behind me.
"Ah, you'll do just fine." Words that sounded so familiar, I couldn't pin point where I had heard them before everything faded into darkness.
H-H-H
(Victoria's POV)
I woke up tied to a bed naked, I was in a dirty storage unit by the looks of it with only the bed that had blood stained sheets and a bucket in the corner. I shivered it was freezing, but then again I was in a storage unit, and in short, I was terrified. I tried to call on my magic to get out of this place, or at least the ropes, but it seemed to be blocked by my own terror, I couldn't access it. My head shot to the door as it opened and a huge man walked in wearing a yellowing tee shirt covered only by a thick, ripped up parka.
"Awake I see." He said with a thick Russian accent, showing his yellow and black teeth. I started to shake, and he chucked, "don't worry little girl, I'm not going to kill you you're to cute to kill, but you will be here for a while." I still couldn't speak, but I did close my eyes when he started to take his clothes off, tears leaking out when I felt the bed dip as he got on.
H-H-H
He wasn't lying when he said that I would be there for a while, I was there for months until he got tired of me, surprisingly, he was true to his word and did not kill me, but what he did to me could never be forgotten, no matter how honest he was. When he finally decided to get rid of me he sold me to many other men just like him, I was passed around like food at the dinner table. The last man I was with had me for about a month before he knocked me out after saying I was done with this life. He was one of the more gentle men I was forced to service.
H-H-H
I woke up once more, vaguely reminded of the first man I was with against my will, but this time instead of a freezing cold storage unit I was in a small red room, laying on a white bed that had clean, unstained black covers. There were other things in the room like a desk and a small closet, but that was it except for the two people leaning next to the single door. There was a man who looked other, but not like the brutes I was used and next to him was a girl who looked no older than fourteen with long, flowing black hair and pale skin.
"Ah! You're awake." The man said and I shivered thinking of how many times I had heard that in the past months.
"What is the date?" I whispered, my voice horse from disuse, but still genuinely curious. Last I knew, it was December 18th, 1985.
"It's September 25th, 1986." The man said only moderately surprised at the question, but I realized that I was now six years old.
"Thank you."
"Now are you wondering where you are?" The man asked, and I nodded. "Well, I'm Jacob Mattison, but you will call me General, or sir." He said in a strict tone and when I didn't respond he slapped me.
"Yes." My response was met with another hard slap to the face.
"Yes, sir." He said in a cold tone, as I blinked away my tears.
"Yes, sir, General, sir." I said thinking of a muggle war film.
"Good girl. Now Ankia, you explain everything to her, I have things to do." He said and after, a 'yes sir,' from Ankia, he left.
"Where am I?" I asked, I was starting to freak out, I didn't have a clue where I was or what was going on. The girl, Ankia, sat down across from me and put a calming hand on my shoulder.
"Try not to be scared, it's forbidden here, they'll beat you for that, so calm down. I'm Anika, and we are in a place called the Red Room where they train us to be assassins until we're sixteen, then we work for them. We can't have friends, and we train constantly without complaint. Now, time for the tour, and then training." She showed me around the entire compound. The place was huge with dorms, a cafeteria, and numerous training and weapon rooms for every kind of fighting. Finally, we got back to my room where Ankia waited for me outside as I changed into the skimpy shorts and thin tank top they give us to go train in. It felt nice to be in clothes again.
We all stood in a line as the General paced back and forth in front of us like a mountain lion observing it's prey.
"I will train each and everyone of you to be ruthless killers, if you can't do it, you'll be put down like a diseased dog." He smiled, but it was quickly replaced with rage as one of the little girls a couple people down from me started to cry and call for her mommy. He walked up to her and slapped her so hard she fell to the ground and spat blood.
"No crying! You all must be like stone, hard and unmovable! You mustn't crack under pressure!" His speech went on for a few more minutes, then he started our training, which was one of the most taxing things I had ever experienced in my entire life. I was beaten, bloody and bruised by the time we were done, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I passed out.