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Today an idea struck me and this is the result, if you like it, give me a heads up and I'll continue.

Disclaimer: This story has characters that totally don't belong to me, I give all rights (albeit reluctantly) to J.K. Rowling, apart from my OC Leah Wills and her family, you aint taking those! Mine!

Full Summery: Harry is entering sixth year, he is facing a year of hell. Voldemort starts recruiting and he doesn't mind taking his pick from the Hogwarts students. People start going missing, starting with the Slytherin's, will Harry be able to stop Voldemort before he gets his hands on anyone else?

and among all of this, a new student is causing a lot of trouble. Leah Wills is the reluctant new Slytherin, disowned by her parents and hiding something very strange indeed, she starts attracting some unwanted attention from our very own Dark Lord.

Slytherin? Seriously?

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Chapter One

Leah wills had known her life was over as soon as the sorting hat had touched her head that evening. Or to be more accurate, when she had first stepped foot into Hogwarts itself.

Looking back on it, she should have realized her impending doom as soon as her father had sent that letter to Dumbledore. She was sixteen years of age, almost seventeen and Leah Wills had never attended Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry, not once, but in a single night her life had been turned up-side-down and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Her father; Andrew Wills had gone to Hogwarts when he was younger, he had met her mother there; Sandra O'Neil, and had grown up at the school, learning and interacting with all the students there.

He had been a Gryffindor, the most patriotic Gryffindor one could find. Captain and keeper of the quidditch team and head boy alongside Leah's mother, who had also been a Gryffindor.

Andrew Wills family had always been in the same house; they had all worn the red and gold ties and roared like lions when supporting their team. There was nothing to fear in their family, there were all good. Weren't they?

Her father had been proud of his achievements and would settle for none one less than Sandra O'Neil, the beautiful and cleaver chaser that had loved to fly alongside him on the quidditch field. She had long and thick curly hair that tumbled over her narrow shoulders and down, glimmering in the sunlight that matched its colour. She had a pretty heart shaped face with sparkling pale green eyes that sat over a sprinkle of freckles. She was lightly tanned and her skin gave off a glow that had captured Leah's father's heart, the moment he had set eyes on her.

You'd think it were a cute story, where life seemed to go well for the pair, and that they had all the luck in the world and nothing could or ever would tarnish their life together with darkness.

They had graduated together with flying colours and had dived head first into the most popular job of their era; an auror. For they had grown up through a war, where Lord Voldemort had been rising to his climatic point of absolute power and domination. An auror to most people was a noble job, but to these Gryffindors it was an honour to train for the only resistance that seemed to be around. For Leah's father it was the glory he had wanted for so long.

And glory he had got, but a such a price.

Leah's parents had been together and married for little over a year when her mother gave birth to their first child; Luke. In her eyes he was the most beautiful baby the world had known. He had a tuft of black hair and intense blue eyes from his father, and his skin had shone like his mothers. To say that Leah's parents had adored him was an understatement.

Luke's birth had caused his father to work harder at his job; Leah's mother had proclaimed that he would not grow up in fear of the Dark Lord. For most parents their aim was to protect their children and rid the world of darkness, but Leah's parents had set themselves on just that, expecting to complete an unbelievable task in order to make the world a better place for their child.

As the war raged on and time passed, Leah's parents grew apart in their attempt to bring their family together, it had been so ironic that the thing that was supposed to bring them together, was slowly tearing them apart. Andrew became tired and drawn, he was unresponsive and often lost his temper. Sandra had lost focus, her mind had been drained of energy and she had found no reason to fight this war if it was only going to ruin them.

Two years from the birth of Luke, Leah's mother gave another child; a girl with beautiful sunny coloured hair and vivid green eyes. She had brought them together again and had refuelled the need to bring about safety to their world. The year was 1978 and most people had started to accept their defeat at the hands of Lord Voldemort. He was all powerful and his very name had spread a shiver of fear if it were ever uttered. The darkness was setting in and Andrew Wills was starting to lose part of himself to it. His temper was dominant now and he was always found in his office, working and researching ways to inflict damage on the Dark Lord's forces. Sandra became less and less involved with her once beloved husband; she was entirely focused on her two children. Children that kept her very heart beating.

It had been a dark night on November 1st 1979, when everything had fallen apart for the Wills family.

Sandra Wills had been sitting in the kitchen with Luke upon her lap when she heard the first crashes. She had tensed, clutching to three year old Luke, who looked up at his mother in fear.

There had been no warning before all hell broke loose.

Cracks had rent the air and before Sandra could rush to her daughter upstairs, the wall was blown apart, causing her and Luke to be thrown across the room and hidden from view beneath the broken and shattered remains of the kitchen table.

Men in dark cloaks wasted no time in destroying the house of an auror that had caused so much grief for them. They had raced up the stairs to find a screaming girl in her cot, her eyes wide and fearful. She was dead within moments.

Andrew Wills had returned to his home that night and walked into his own personal nightmare. His house which he had been so proud of had been blown apart. Pipes draining out water onto the floor where bent and torn, the metal looking as weak as paper, there were splinters of wood and chunks missing from the walls. His heart had stopped that night. It had never really started beating once more.

Following the screams of his wife, he climbed what was left of the stairs, not noticing his son hiding underneath them, his eyes full of tears and hands trembling.

Andrew Wills had walked slowly through his house and happened upon his wife at the pinnacle of grief. She was on her knees, holding onto a bundle with a strong grip, her head facing down and obscuring his view. Strength had left him and he had fallen to his knees next to his wife as she moaned over the loss of her daughter.

Something akin to insanity has risen in him that night. The anger that he had once had, doubled instantly. He wanted to rip, tear and destroy every last piece of darkness, of deatheater, of Slytherin. He despised everything, making no distinctions.

In 1980 when Leah had been born, Sandra Wills had felt no happiness; there had been nothing to feel about. Her daughter was nothing like before, there was no sandy hair and green eyes, there was only lank almost white blonde hair and dark empty looking brown eyes. Nothing there at all, apart from the uncanny alikeness to her sister before her. Sandra Wills had no love for her child; instead she fell into the hands of the deepest depression, not even stirring when the news of the Dark Lord's downfall came upon their door. Everything they had worked for, everything they had done to protect their children had been a waste.

Sandra Wills felt no love for Leah. She vowed to herself that she never would.

'Along time has passed since then', Leah thought to herself as she hurried through the chilly night after her father, who strode ahead regardless of if she was following. 'Why the hell is he bringing me here now? He knows how useless I am'.

Leah had been packed a bag, given back her wand at last and been sent with her father on a long train journey north, he had given her no reason as to why he was uprooting her and officially dumping her on the doorstep of the castle. There was no reassurance as to why her life was changing so drastically, the only thing she knew was that a man named Dumbledore had written, telling her father something that supported his actions tonight. It was September 1st 1996 and Leah Wills mind had been befuddled beyond belief.

Leah was not ignorant. Her father wouldn't have anything like that. She had been educated at home after the accident that had damaged her magic and made her useless to practically everyone.

Leah knew about Hogwarts, she knew about the magical world around her, but she had played no part in it. It was like she had been shown a shiny toy, but then been told that she could not play with it.

To her, Leah thought she was perfectly capable of using magic, she had her own wand, it had chosen her, all thirteen inches of it. She didn't see any problem in having it. The yew and dragon string wand had reacted to her perfectly, this is until she had opened her mouth and uttered her first spell.

Her father frowned upon her, said that she was useless now, tainted and damaged, that there would be no hope for her. Leah had accepted it at first, but as she had grown up and begun to control her abnormal magical core, she had seen herself as almost normal. She could, with extreme focus, control the wild side of her magic and act like she was like any other witch of her age.

Obviously her father had seen her progress, but to jump to this idea; that she could attend Hogwarts had been worrisome.

Even now as they approached the lit hall of the castle, Leah could feel her doubt well up inside her, causing her hands to tremble and her hold on her abnormality to slip a little.

Small yellow sparks flew from her finger tips and singed her newly bought school robes that her father had given her that very morning.

Andrew Wills didn't miss her slip and spun around to face her, a scowl marring his once handsome face.

"I'm letting you go to this school on one condition Leah-" he said in a clipped and slightly cold voice, "You will control yourself here, I don't care how much you have to practise, I will not be shamed by your inability to act normal. Am I understood?"

Leah felt her anger rise a little but refrained from glaring and nodded at her father, not even giving him the chance to point out the weakness in her shaky voice. She was too nervous to be bold now, Leah knew her boundaries.

He scanned her face for a moment longer before turning away from him and leading her into the outer hall of Hogwarts itself.

Leah couldn't help but sigh in contentment, she had been dreaming of coming here ever since she turned eleven. Now she was sixteen and she couldn't wait to get away.

In her moment of adoration she had missed her father striding away from her, down one long corridor of the great castle. She hurried after him, glancing quickly inside the double doors of the hall beyond. For a moment Leah had a brief glimpse of the rest of the students, as they sat happily chatting away and filling themselves up on the feast that lay in front of them.

Leah's stomach grumbled in response, she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Sighing slightly she ran to catch up with her father's formidable figure, trying not to stare at the moving paintings around her. She scolded herself, she had read Hogwarts; A history, she should not be gawping at the place as if it had just been unveiled to her.

Turning round many corners, Leah wondered how her father remembered to way around this place; it must have been many years since he himself had walked these halls.

Finally arriving, although a little out of breath, Leah and her father stood in front of a gargoyle which stood concealing a spiral staircase, to which, Leah guessed, must have been the headmasters office. Leah was finally going to meet this Dumbledore. She didn't know if she was excited or annoyed. Because, in all honesty, this man was the reason why her life seemed to be on fast forward.

Leah glanced carefully at her father and watched as he drew out a rolled piece of parchment and looked over it. After a minutes he seemed to find what he was looking for a rolled his eyes.

"Magic stars." He spat impatiently, not looking at his daughter, who stared at him with her brow raised.

Leah jumped when the gargoyle jumped out of their path, revealing to them the stairs behind.

Carefully, Leah followed her father as he stepped up onto them.

As soon as she joined him the stairs began to move upwards to the next level where a heavy looking door stood.

When the stairs stopped, her father wasted no time in barging through the door and entering the office, not even holding the door open for his daughter to follow.

Leah frowned but followed immediately, closing the door behind her.

She gasped when she saw the room.

It was large room that had a small set of steps leading up to a desk, where upon many things lay. Around the room where quaint silver instruments that ticked and puffed steadily. The walls were adorned with paintings of witches and wizards sleeping heavily. Leah guessed there had to be some sort of timeline that connected all of these people together, otherwise it would have been rather absurd and totally random.

Her father wasn't looking at the room in wonder, in fact he was glaring at his watch and then at the door, over and over again. Obviously waiting for Dumbledore himself. Leah wondered if the man was always late.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door behind her opened again and revealed an old man with a long silver beard. He had sharp blue eyes that twinkled behind a pair of half moon spectacle that sat on a crooked nose. Upon his head sat a silver cap and he was dressed formally in matching robes, lined with purple and small amounts of gold.

"I'm terribly sorry, I'm not usually late." He said while smiling at Leah. She blushed when she realized she had been staring and quickly averted her gaze and moved out of the way. The headmaster gave her a curious look before starting towards her father, who stood and reluctantly shook the elder man's hand.

"Ah, Andrew, It's lovely to see you once again. You look very much like your son did when he attended." Dumbledore glanced at Leah again, something like curiosity behind his eyes. "Gryffindor if I remember correctly?" he said in a light voice as he moved around to his desk to sit down.

Leah's father sat down and nodded curtly,

"Only the best Albus." He said shortly, not looking around to see if Leah would take a seat next to him.

Dumbledore looked up at her father in hardly concealed surprise, but said nothing before looking up at Leah and beckoning her to sit down.

Leah hesitated but moved forward and sat awkwardly next to her father, this was so surreal.

Dumbledore clasped his hands together and smiled at the pair, he opened his mouth to welcome them went Andrew Wills interrupted him. Leah blushed and looked apologetically at the headmaster, trying to tell him to prepare for what he was going to say.

"Sorry Dumbledore, I must request we ignore formalities, I regret I have a few places I need to be right now, so if we could just skip to the sorting so I could be on my way."

Leah was looking at her father's profile in astonishment, frowning slightly at her father's rude behaviour towards a man that was welcoming her into his school. Well at least, that's what Leah thought he was doing...

There was a long pause in which Dumbledore regarded them carefully before he shook his head slightly and pulled on another smile.

"Of course Mr. Wills, I shall respect your request, you must be awfully busy." He said smoothly, looking at her father with twinkle in his intense blue eyes.

Leah could have sworn the man had used sarcasm with his words, but she brushed it to the back of her mind when the door opened again that night.

Looking over her shoulder, Leah saw a man dress in black step into the room. He was wearing an unpleasant look upon his face and Leah thought that if he smiled he would be a totally different man. The new comer had lank greasy black hair and eyes to match; he was pale, tall and quite thin. Leah felt her eye brow rise as she regarded the man as he approached them.

"Ah Severus, I thought Minerva was going to bring me the sorting hat tonight?"

As Dumbledore spoke, Leah's eyes homed in on the dirty looking hat that hung in the man's pale hands.

"I regret that she was unable to get away from the students badgering her, so she called upon me to bring it to you."

His voice was icy, but smooth. His dark eyes glanced at her as he spoke and Leah felt some sort of magic bear down upon her. She looked away from him and the pressure reduced, she did not see the man's eyes widen a little before they flickered back to the headmaster.

Dumbledore nodded and looked at Leah once again.

"Miss Wills here will be joining us for 6th year, she will need to be sorted."

The man nodded at him but Leah didn't see, her eyes had darted to the hat again, she could have sworn it had just moved when Dumbledore had said sorted.

Of course Leah knew of the sorting hat, it was Godric's idea to create the hat in the first place, her father had told her many times.

But to see the hat in actual action was a completely different thing, Leah felt the thrill rise in her before the unrelenting fear set in. 'Bloody hell, I hope I get Gryffindor.' She thought to herself as she glanced at her father, who seemed to be waiting impatiently to leave once again.

"Well, Miss Wills-" Dumbledore said interrupting her scattered thoughts and making her jump, "If you'd like to stand and move over here, we'll get you sorted."

Leah nodded shakily and moved from her seat and down the few steps to the lower level of the office. The man dressed in black followed her, while her father turned his chair around to watch her.

Leah gulped as the hat was placed on top of her head and slipped over her eyes.

There was a long silence before a voice made her jump.

Well well well,

What do we have here?

A late comer?

Very late it seems... Oh I see.

I remember your brother child, he was very easy to place, as was his father before him.

I see you have the same qualities,

Bravery

Honesty

Loyalty

But you have a power about you that the other didn't before you.

You could be great with this, but you keep it locked away in here.

The hat paused for a long time before continuing,

I should place you in Gryffindor, that is where you belong,

But you belong somewhere else too...

And I think it would be best for...

Yes... indeed...

Leah felt her heart clench before it stopped all together when the hat yelled

"SLYTHERIN!"

Leah thought the floor had fallen out from underneath her and before she could mentally prepare herself, the hat was whipped away and she was faced with her father's glare.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together and began to say something when Leah's father stood quickly, knocking the chair to the floor.

Leah felt her insides go cold when she saw the look her father was giving her. There was hatred, absolute utter hatred in his eyes, and Leah knew why. 'why me?' she thought desperately as her father stormed towards her.

The man in black tensed beside her but could do nothing before her father had stood before her and backhanded her so hard that she fell to the floor.

In a second the man robed in black had his wand out and Dumbledore was on his feet.

Leah's father did nothing; he only glared at her before spitting at her feet and turning towards the door.

The door swung open and crashed against the wall causing Leah to flinch. She raised a hand when she tasted blood on her lips, looking at her fingers and then up at her father, she frowned a little and felt the last hope of her father's love break inside of her.

He spun to face her once more and before Leah could stop herself she whispered,

"Father?" letting the emotion into her voice and searching his face for some response.

He looked at the two men in the room before glaring at her one last time.

"Don't call me that, freak! You are no family of mine." He said viciously before storming out of sight and down the stairs.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new fan fiction, please leave a review and tell me what you think, anyone can do it, I don't mind, annomus or signed, just tell me what you think!

Here is some info to keep you interested...

Leah had an accident that caused a drastic change in her magic, making it switch frequencies and giving her abilities others don't have, but it made her magic come in a lot later. That's why she didn't go to school until her 6th year; she was tutored privately, her father trying to get rid of her abnormalities

she has an older brother that she doesn't see anymore, her parents divorced when she was 13 and her mother wanted to leave her with her father. She hasn't since her since.

Yes, Harry is going to be involved in this fiction XD

Any new readers, check out my story: Order of Realisation where Voldemort discovers Harry is a horcrux in his fifth year.

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