This is a re-write of Amai Potter :o~ Chapter 1. Revised 9/1/2013. 3! ENJOY!
Title: Amai Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Author: Geo And Neo
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! IF I DID SNAPE WOULDNT HAVE DIED! Dumblewhore woulda died more gruesomely... - Manipulative bastard! Dx. Anyway... Everything belongs to our lovely J.K Rowling. And the Brits. Gotta love the Brits. What with their accents... Ehm...-...ANYWAY! xD
Title: Amai Potter And The Sorcerers Stone...With a side of Angry Chickens.
Summary: Amai Potter. The girl who lived. Amai was young. So controllable... What would happen when Dumbledore's toy got a mind of her own? What if our wonderful little savior fell for the wrong guy? What if their savior wasn't who they thought... What if their savior turned to the right side. M for mature. Fem!Harry.
"Thoughts"
"Pareseltongue"
"Mind Speak"
Enjoyz;D!
Chapter One
The Wheels Begin To Turn
Number 4,Privet Drive, London, July 31, 1981
Mr. And Mrs. Dursley were very proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much! with his drill company, Grunnings. And with her lovely garden in the front and back yard. And their wonderful son, Dudley. Oh yes. Petunia and Vernon Dursley were perfectly normal indeed!
You could hear the large snoring of the said man, in the large, master bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive. The sharp ringing on an alarm clock. The grumbling and cursing of a man. The laugh of a woman. The shuffling of heavy footfalls as someone made their way to the bathroom. If you looked close enough you could see the large, furnished bedroom of the married couple, the Dursley's.
Mrs. Dursley was a rather horse-like woman. A long neck, and a tall stature, though she was very thin, almost painfully so. Brown hair that went to her shoulders, though she kept it into a tight bun, and the way the skin stretched due to the ban, gave her a severe appearance. She had large lips that adorned her face, and she had hazel eyes that sparkled when she smiled, though they always held the promise of mischief if you got on her bad side. And of course, she always had her signature "Kiss The Cook" apron as in the kitchens as she worked. If only she tried to exercise some more, or maybe eat more meat! At least some fattening foods.
Most people pitied poor every time he angered his wife. With good reason. Men can be so air-headed at times, no?
The last time she was angered, Vernon was sent to work in bright, neon pink clothes. The poor soul… Due to his weight and, truly impressive moustache, it looked rather ridiculous.
However, her husband, Vernon Dursley was a rather porky man. He had fading blonde hair, and he was highly overweight. He had many chins, and a rather impressive graying moustache. He had blue, beady eyes, and he was pale, though he was slightly tanned around his neck… Or necks. If only he had lost some weight... He would have been a rather handsome young man, mind you.
And then came their beautiful, perfectly normal one-year-old baby boy, Dudley. He was slightly chubby like his father was, but with his mother's hazel eyes, and his father's blonde hair as well. He was absolutely adorable! His pale chees were always flushed do his rather chubby frame.
The shuffling of feet, and whines from a little baby as his parents awoke him, and the chuckling of his father("Little tyke!" The man had chortled.).
Petunia Dursley sat her little angel in his high chair, a love-filled smile on her face. Turning around she went on with busying herself with the coffee, and breakfast. It was a work day for Vernon, so she had to be quick! She went with her morning routine with cooking the eggs and bacon as the coffee was made.
Hearing the sharp 'ding' of the coffee maker, Petunia grabbed the electronic and placed it inside Vernon's coffee mug. Grabbing some slips of bacon, and some eggs, she placed them into a Tupperware, and placed the still simmering food into it. Grabbing the mug as well, she handed them to her husband, with a loving kiss to his cheek.
"I'll see you after work, right?" Petunia asked her husband.
Vernon smiled, nodding, "Of course, Pet."
Petunia laughed softly, nodding. Picking up her baby, she waved off Vernon, "Shoo, you! Get to work!" she cried dramatically.
Her husband let out a long sigh, which caused a bemused smile to curl her thin lips, and he nodding sadly, "Alright, alright." Vernon chuckled to his wife as he grabbed his suitcase, and taking a sip of his coffee as he walked out. "I'll see you tonight, Pet!"
His wife making more shooing motions, Vernon rolled his eyes, knowing when to leave. Walking to his company-paid car, and starting it with a turn of his key. Reversing from his driveway, he waved to his wife before leaving for the day.
Not even knowing what had just happened. He had no idea how much his life was about to change.
Somewhere off In Scotland, Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
July 31, 1980
Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore was not a happy old man. The Potter's were having girl! It was supposed to be a BOY! His plans... The months of planning... How could this happen?!
The old man was thin, and his gaudy robes of fuchsia, with dancing suns, seemed to scream to everyone who saw them. He wore half-moon spectacles, which were always perched atop his long, and crooked nose. He had long, silver hair that matched his rather amazing beard, that was so long he was able to tuck it into his belt! Most were curious as to how long it took to grow his beard out that long, but one look at the wrinkled Headmaster, and they could only guess. It was nigh impossible to guess how old the man!
Albus paused for a moment. Though the child may be a girl, the prophecy would still carry out. It said a child. It did not specify what sex the child had to be!
Not to mention, as a female, the child wouldn't be able to choose her own spouse. As the Heir of Potter, that was how it worked. But who… Who to have to be engaged to the little brat…
A Pureblood. It had to be a Pureblood. But not a dark one, like the Malfoy's… Oh no, that wouldn't do. They were in too close with the Dark Lord, no, absolutely not! It had to be a Light Pureblood. Maybe a Weasley. Yes, they would do. They were easily manipulated, after all. And they had just given birth to twins, as well. A boy and a girl.
Yes… Yes the boy would do.
A feral grin curled the old man's lips as he thought over his new, fool-proof plan. This had to work! No way it could fail! After all, he was Albus Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (First class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot!
There was no way he could LOSE!
Albus put on a smile as his Deputy Headmistress walked in.
You're all mine, Potter...
Godric's Hollow,
July 31, 1980
Lily and James Potter were cuddling on their old, musty couch. It was a normal night, actually. Lily was watching Remus and Sirius banter back and forth over who was going to play the video game first(They had taken up to playing an X-Box.) Which Lily blamed herself for. She had told them about it months ago, and now they were addicted. Like teenagers…
She giggled at the thought. She noticed the amused smile her husband took, as if knowing what she was thinking.
Lily turned her emerald-green hues to her lover, James. She smiled as she noticed him rubbing his eyes underneath his wire-frame glasses, trying to get the sleep out of the hazel orbs. Lily unconsciously ran a hand through his untamable, raven locks. Looked over him again, she couldn't help but smile. His jokester smile. His sparkling eyes. His tanned skin. His mischief filled personality. And he was all hers. A silly smile curled her lips at the thought.
Merlin, how she loved him.
Lily blinked as she felt something crack. The blood drained from her pale, lily-white face, and she squeaked loudly. Sirius, Remus, and James turned to look at her, eyes wide I confusion.
"My water broke."
Those three words. That's all it took. Sirius and Remus went to the fire quickly, the game all but forgotten in the situation. setting up the Floo. James quickly picked up his wife, and ran her to the fireplace, ignoring her indignant shout.
Grasping a handful of Floo powder, he threw the black powder down with a shout of, "St. Mungo's!"
Lily let out a scream as they stumbled through. God, all that twisting and turning of Floo'ing was not helping!
James looked around wildly. Uhm.. A docter! He needed a docter!
He looked at the first doctor he saw, and ran up to her, "Miss, please, help! My wife just went into labor!" As if to help, Lily let out a pained cry. James clenched his jaw as he saw the pain in her emerald green eyes.
The doctor went straight to action, after hearing his words. She called out to the other doctors, and started to order them for towels, hot water, and a gurney.
James quickly set his wife down on the gurney holding her hand, but wincing. He swore he heard a bone snap as she grasped tightly to his hand.
"Get this thing OUT OF ME!" Lily screamed, her eyes shut tightly. James could only speak soothing words as he ran along side the gurney, and turning sharply as they entered a room.
He didn't remember most of what happened, only a bone-crushing grip on his hand, screaming, yelling of orders. Of course, there was also the yelling, and threats of his lovely wife, Lily. Screaming how he was never coming near her with that THING again, and how when this was over, she was going to strangle him.
God, he loved that woman….
And suddenly something snapped. The fog that had covered him as the pained hours went by, cleared. He was brought back to reality at the cry of his child.
Looking up at the doctor who held his child, his eyes wide. The woman smiled, her eyes kind, though weary with exhaustion. The next 3 words snapped everything into place for him, and he swelled with pride. But he didn't know what was in store for him. None what so ever.
"It's a girl."
He could only think one thing.
I'm going to have to kill some boys when she grows up. Shit!
There is the rewrite! I hope you enjoyed it. I'm working on the next ones as a post this. ;3! If you wonder why it takes me so long, it's because I'm a lazy bitch who enjoy gaping at Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp… And Chris Pine, of course.. God they are hot… ANYWAY! I like doing that too much so I normally forget about my lovely readers which then makes ME feel like shit. I'M SOOO SORRY! I hope you enjoying the rewrite.
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~Geo & Neo.