My thanks to Lord of the light Cartwright.
Catwoman.
The Truth is out.
My name is Selina Potter, and I have a story to tell. It's been 3 years since Lord Voldemort died, and I vanished, and truly became Catwoman, a role I fill in to this day.
People think that Catwoman started out life as either a woman who suffered from amnesia and became a criminal because she could see nothing else, a prostitute who becomes a thief, and later a cat burglar who adopted a gimmick and found power in it. Not true. I Catwoman, I Selina Potter, was actually born to a rich family, but I got nothing from it. I was treated as little more than a pauper by my family. As the young Selina Potter, I had a taste of richness, and a taste for poverty. As Catwoman, I prevented poverty from happening. But, honestly, it truly doesn't matter; I don't have much need for possessions anymore. If push came to shove, I could live out of a suitcase. Easily. I had digs throughout my home turf, but I was always prepared for any eventualities. Considering the life I lead, I need to be prepared. How do I know if the cops aren't coming to where I live ?
I was 4 when I realised my parents had eyes for my brother, Daniel Potter. The boy who lived. The first thing I felt at that point was pain, then that pain led to heartbreak, but as the years passed, and my parents foisted me off to others to actually care for me, not caring about me one way or another - the Potter House elves, my mothers fool friends, the teachers of Roedean school, and so on. But I was never close to them except the teachers, they didn't know about magic, and they treated me like a human being, something that was refreshing, especially to a meta witch who hated the very sight of magical people with a passion. Ah, you're wondering what a meta witch is. Here, read this.
But they didn't know about me being a meta witch, something I didn't know about until I was 6 years old and I took a test that was designed to locate metas and work out their powers and abilities. Metas are rare in the world, and I'm not just talking about those in the magical community. Metas live in the normal world as well ( note I don't use the term muggle - it's repugnant ), and every meta has different abilities - one can move at speeds that a Cheetah wouldn't be able to match without a few million years of evolution, whilst another meta can pass through rock. It's not just on the physical side either, mental abilities; telepathy, telekinesis were sometimes common.
My abilities, on the other hand, because of my magical heritage, were different. My powers made me a Human Cat. I had the strength, the speed and the agility. I had incredible inhuman reflexes, a heightened sixth sense that alerted me to danger. That one was incredibly useful, particularly when my father believed the lies Dan spun like a spider web. More on that in a bit. My magical prowess was also….strange. Unlike other witches and wizards, particularly my parents and Albus Dumbledore, I didn't need a wand. I used something more superior.
My mind. Who needed a wand when you have the greatest asset of all ? I really don't understand why magicals don't use their minds and their common sense.
My mind was my wand. I discovered when I was sad, I wont go into the story. It was a depressing day. I made myself happier by discovering I had the ability to alter and manipulate magic purely by the power of my mind. I repaired the book my brother, and his cretinous friends, destroyed, I had to give a summary otherwise I'd never be able to get to that part. When it was repaired, I retreated to the Potter family library and I studied. I read up on the basic spells, and that laid the foundations of my knowledge on magic. I didn't need the incantation, I just needed the theory. The theories of spells like the lighting spell to the killing curse enabled my magical manipulation abilities to accept the mathematical possibilities.
Then again I did study calculus, that made my understanding and grounding of arithmancy more straightforward than they would be for other people. I didn't care about the long term concerns. Other advantages came as I grew older, my beauty for a start. As I grew older, I gained a figure a supermodel would die for. But I valued something else, my brain. My intellect. I had a photographic memory, I could think on my feet. Much better than that bitch Hermione Granger, the arrogant know it all not friend of my brother. Unable to think for herself that one, she always needs her hand held by someone like Dumbledore, and singing praises for him. Hermione Granger also wastes all her time and talent for something's that just wont happen, for a start she doesn't accept that not everything in life comes from books. That's not true, you can learn a lot from reading, but there is a certain amount you can actually learn for yourself. There's learning and there's doing, you can only learn by doing. Magic is no different, nor will it ever be. Its not something that can just be learnt in a day, it takes years too master it properly. But Granger doesn't see that, and I can't see her ever learning that facet about learning.
Just by reading this you think my relationship with my brother, his friends, and my parents was bad. It wasn't, it was worse. Much worse. My parents ignored me and my needs, and they fawned and spoiled Daniel instead. NEVER spoil a child, especially if said child has siblings. My parents, on the other hand, were worse. This was because my brother was prophesised to kill Lord Voldemort. Why spoil him for that ? I didn't understand the rationale behind that. Then again magical people are weird. Yes, I know I'm a witch, I use magical powers, have a magical heritage that goes back millenia, but I don't consider myself one of them, never have and never will. My parents fawned over Dan, believing every single lie he spun about me, then he would set them on me. It wasn't long before I was beaten, my body becoming black and blue. Anyone looking at me would think I came from another country, not that I wouldn't blame them for that presumption. When my godmother, Bellatrix Black found out she was furious, she cursed my parents until they could only twitch. She also helped trained me when she found out about the truth. My Aunt was the only living person back then I trusted. Bella Black was smarter than my cow of a mother, she could see things other people couldn't even get a glimpse of. She taught me duelling - the kind of duelling that would mean the difference between life and death in real life, she was my source for dark art knowledge. Bella may've been an auror, but she had complete records of dark arts. You may be wondering how a Black would be my godmother. Simple, Bella's parents wanted her to marry a death eater, and become one herself. But luckily Bella had seen first hand the results of Lord Voldemort's reign of terror, and Bella didn't want to be someone who would be responsible for the murder of innocent people. So she rebelled. Bella taught me about dramatics, disguises. She was an expert on practically anything. But back to why I hated my parents.
The story was that Lord Voldemort attacked Potter manor, and attacked Dan, after being betrayed by Peter Pettigrew because they knew that Sirius Black, my aunt's cousin, best friend and partner in crime to James Potter, and godfather to Dan, would be chosen for the secret keeper role. To put Voldemort off the scent, they switched over to Pettigrew. The plan would've worked, if there wasn't a flaw in it; Pettigrew was a death eater, and he blabbed the location of the family to Voldemort soon afterwards . The Dork lord was blasted out of his body, or killed, as the more hopeful of the sheep thought. Not true. I discovered a spell that accesses old and dormant memories, and I used it on myself. I did this when I was going to primary school.
I saw that entire night. I saw the truth. I found that I, Selina Potter was the one to defeat Lord Voldemort. Here's the punch line, he wasn't killed. He was blasted out of his body, I saw him. A wraith lifted itself off from the robed and cloaked figure, cursing as he did. I remember him swearing revenge against me, and if that wasn't motivation for me to train then I don't know what isn't. I trained myself in magic, even asking the House elves for guidance. I've never seen House elves so shocked until then, but then again they'd been asked for help by a witch before. But their powers and their implementation was similar to mine, so it was a logical choice. I learnt a lot from them, its amazing how arrogant the magical world is that they ignore that House elves are twenty times more advanced than wand users. They only need to think, then they Have created a spell. How on Earth could Humans be so stupid ?
I went to Primary school, where I learnt the rudiments of a normal education, something my father paid for but didn't care about. I was more like a bastard child to him, and my mother. Love turned to disdain, then to diluted hatred. But truthfully, as I got older, I found I couldn't care less about the thoughts of my family. My parents ignored me, they didn't even speak to me. Nothing new as I grew older. But that would change, and change later when I became a teenager.
Whilst I was at Primary school, my Aunt Bella endorsed my after school activities; my horse riding lessons, my athletics; running, jogging etc, tennis to keep my weight down, work at a gym; weight lifting, rowing machines, the lot. My aunt, seeing that I preferred physical work, supported me when I decided to learn Judo, Karate, kick boxing, fencing and ballet. The last one was to improve my balance to a level that that my already existing balance, which was beyond human, would become greater. I won awards for every single one of them, except the gym and horse riding. Later on I discovered sports like hockey and rugby, naturally excelling at them, and playing with brutality, but what else could you expect from me ?
Intellectually, I studied electronics, computers and puzzles, and drama. Hey, if you're planning on becoming a cat burglar, where else to start ? I also learnt about special effects from movies, makeup for disguises.
My brother, on the other hand, he went to a magical equivalent to a primary school, where he learnt the basics of magical history.
Boring. See the differences between us ?
When it came to us being 11, I found I wasn't going to Hogwarts. I was going to Roedean, a school in Brighton, and far away from my family. I would only see them during the holidays, but I wasn't complaining. It wasn't like anyone other than Aunt Bella missed me. That was soon going to change, when the Potters whole shallow world turned upside down.
I found out my parents had withdrawn me from the Hogwarts roster mostly because they didn't want me to spoil Dan's education, but I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, I'd already been educated in magical arts. Besides I'd need a wand. I can't use them, I almost fried my Aunt Bella's wand once, so I stuck with wandless magic.
I was 15 when the fools discovered the truth, it was about time…..
Brighton. Churchill Square.
A figure was moving stealthily through the dark night towards the skylight of the Churchill square, moving with a sinuous grace that bordered on inhuman. This apparition moved more gracefully than a ballet dancer. Clad in black, the figure managed to blend into the shadows and move quickly but carefully. From time to time, she would stop and turn her head from side to side to keep an eye out for anything unusual that would spoil her task. Another burglar, a security system, even a vigilante with a Batman style. In a life of crime, anything was possible.
When the figure reached the skylight, she stopped and lifted a finger, just one finger. Concentrating all of her magic into that one tip, she applied her finger, like a welder would apply a torch to two plates of metal. Carefully and slowly, the woman cut out a circle in the glass. Once the piece was removed, the woman waited. There was no movement. Then, she clicked her fingers.
There may not have been an instantaneous visual response, but the security alarms had been rendered useless. With a grin on her full face, she leapt down, landing on her feet after rotating her body gently around, and padded gently to her destination.
Swarovski, a jewellery store. She clicked her fingers again, this time immobilising the cameras. The burglar knew that her entrance into the mall was going to demand questions, she didn't want to add anymore than was necessary. She clicked again, immobilising the stores independent security system. The burglar knew no one would be stupid enough to link every store security system together, they'd all be independent.
She clicked her fingers for a fourth time. The gates opened. The burglar entered and took her time with her heist. She took necklaces, rings, everything in sight. Nothing was missed.
The heist took her no less than 4 minutes. When she was finished, she left and closed up the shop, leaving behind her calling card; a piece of card with a black cat on it. On the back was a message. But before she could reach the skylight hole, she came across a security guard. She cursed as she hid in the shadows, she'd brought no weapons, nothing. Then she decided to use her wits.
Stepping out of the shadows, and in full view of the guard, who reminded her of a teenager, she smiled sheepishly, well as sheepishly as she could.
" Excuse me, I'm sorry. I've been wondering around for hours." the thief said, purring the word hours seductively.
The guard gulped as the thief brushed up against him, rubbing his crotch almost as though by accident. He couldn't deny that he was flustered, this thief was beyond gorgeous. She was tall, around his height, and he was 5,9. She wore a mask over her eyes and covered her head, but she had beautiful eyes. Blue, mischievous and with a spark that sent chills down to his dick.
She wore a black crop top which showed off her athletic figure and also showed off her midriff, emphasising her curves and her massive chest. Her long legs were covered in pants that made her look as though she'd been liquid, and she'd been poured into them. A pair of leather boots completed the assemble which clung to her legs, almost as though she'd been born with them on, but she had on her back a backpack.
Unfortunately, the burglar had distracted him too long. Before he could react, she lashed out with a deadly kick that connected to his head, and he collapsed.
The burglar went directly under the hole in the skylight, crouched and leapt up. The Cat had been born.
That was my first heist, but it was only the beginning. Back then I thought that I was better than others. But I wasn't, I knew I had a long way to go before I reached that point. At that point, I was a kitten, a kitten that needed to grow, to become better. I knew that then. I knew it would take time for that to happen, for me to reach my potential. What I didn't know was that at the exact time I was committing this robbery, the magical world was learning the truth…..
At that point, you're probably wondering how much time I had ?
Be honest, so did I.
Albus Dumbledore wondered at that precise moment how things could've gone so badly. The defence of the prophecy hadn't gone as Dumbledore had thought it would, for a start Daniel didn't go as Dumbledore had expected, and wanted, to defend it with the same die hard bravery of a typical Gryffindor. But no, Daniel and his friends were still at Hogwarts asleep, completely and blissfully ignorant of recent events. Lord Voldemort appearing inside of the Ministry of Magic, in the face of that bumbling fool Cornelius Fudge was a bonus. At last, the incompetent fool could be removed. Fudge had shown himself up to be a fool, promising the magical world that the rumour, the stories that the dark lord hadn't returned had returned. The magical world would want to point fingers, and many, the Potters amongst them, would see that those fingers pointed directly at Fudge.
Now they would be able to defend the magical world and get things moving. But Dumbledore knew that defence was going to become a problem, they'd lost a full year of preparation. In that time, Voldemort had prepared his forces, made moves to gather allies. What had the Light achieved ? A worthless smear campaign brought upon by a Minister who was going to find himself kicked out of office now no matter what the pompous fool tried to save his worthless hide, and Dumbledore was aware that the pompous buffoon would go and there wouldn't be a tear in anyone's eye, except for the death eaters, who found Fudge easy to control. But the Ministry….that night would have far reaching consequences.
Lord Voldemort had announced, publicly, that Daniel Potter wasn't the chosen one, shocking everyone present in the vicinity, including the minister, his entourage, and strangely, Amelia Bones, who appeared vindicated. Although why she would he had no real idea. Daniel's sister was the chosen one, and she wasn't at Hogwarts where Dumbledore could easily reach and influence her. Dumbledore had been having concerns about Daniel for a while now. Dumbledore had expected since Voldemort had returned last year that Daniel would be having headaches, attacks on his mind. But he hadn't. instead, the boy had been normal, fighting with the Malfoy boy, Dolores Umbridge using the blood quill on him was now of interest to him and his family, who were planning on making Fudge pay a tremendous price. But Dumbledore was more concerned about the ramifications of Dan not being the chosen one, the fact he had not experienced a single vision was worrying enough. The boy should've been feeling emotions, something, from Voldemort. But he wasn't experiencing anything.
Then Arthur Weasley was attacked, and the Weasleys and the Order weren't aware of this until the next morning. Arthur had almost died, but luckily he'd survived. With subtle mind reading, Dumbledore searched Daniel when he'd summoned the Gryffindor student to his office when his concerns drove him nearly out of his mind, which needed to be discreet because of Dolores Umbridge's interference at the school.
Dumbledore had expected to find a piece of Voldemort, a fragment, anything. But he was disappointed when he found nothing. How could he finalise his plans if Dan didn't have a key ingredient ? He'd even arranged occlumency lessons with Severus, telling the potions master to actually look for the soul fragment that Daniel must have. Severus came back empty handed. There was nothing noteworthy about Daniel Potter, except the boy was big headed, arrogant, pompous, and stupid.
Now this nightmare. Dumbledore had been, vaguely, aware of the existence of Daniels sister, his twin. Selina, but then again so had everyone else. Hardly anyone, except too his knowledge, Bellatrix, knew anything about the child. The problem was getting her on his side, to make her rely on him. Again, the matter of Bellatrix came up, mostly because Bellatrix and he didn't see eye to eye concerning his unhidden belief that the death eaters could be forgiven and redeemed. In the eyes of Bellatrix Black, and Alastor Moody, the death eaters deserved extermination, something Dumbledore strongly disagreed with entirely.
Dumbledore barely knew anything of the girl, didn't know what would be needed to bring her to his side in a second. To be honest, Selina had every reason to hate him and her parents; with his agreement he'd managed to do the unthinkable and remove her from the Hogwarts roster, something that had never been done before, but was in his power to do.
Lily and James, along with the entire Order was in his office. All he wanted was to be alone, but this couldn't and wouldn't wait. When he was alone, then he was going to process the information he now had in his great mind, and then go from there.
Dumbledore glanced at the Potters, who looked distraught.
" We need to rectify this. I can restore Selina to the roster with no problem. But," he added, glaring at the Potters, " we need to perform damage control. Quick. That will not be easy. Selina has been neglected for years, and we need desperately to repair this disaster."
Lily had tears in her eyes, " How do we do this Albus ? How do I get my baby girl back ?"
Bellatrix Black was furious, but she was vindicated. For many years, she'd held the secret Selina had given to her for a long time, she'd trained Selina. Bella had been amazed by her goddaughters genius, if she'd gone to Hogwarts then she'd have been a Ravenclaw, no question.
When she'd heard the news that the Potters and Dumbleore had struck Selina off the roster, she'd been furious. But Selina had been indifferent. Sel had never wanted to go to Hogwarts. She was a Potter, not a Black. But she hated her family, her heritage with a passion. Frankly, Bella couldn't blame her. She of all people, barring Sirius, her cousin, should know that. Bella knew what it was like to have family that constantly expected much from them, and more, but Bella hadn't been ignored whilst she'd been a child, like Selina had been
Bellatrix had had a similar life; her parents had been dark lord fanatics. They wanted all of their children to marry pureblood bigots and become death eaters themselves. They'd all had their children's lives mapped out for them. Bellatrix, Andromeda and Sirius had escaped that fate, Regulus and Narcissa hadn't been as lucky. Bella felt sick that one of the Black triplets was now a death eater, an enemy. If there was one thing she dreaded, it was the idea of facing her sister on the battlefield. She knew that Narcissa would be forced to kill her, but she prayed there was enough sisterly love to stop that, but she wouldn't count her life on that. Bella and Sirius had become Aurors, later members of the Order of the Phoenix. Bellatrix had once had expectations that Dumbledore would be a great fighter, better than the dark lord her parents had practically worshipped. Only she'd been disappointed; Dumbledore had been a disappointing leader, the only thing he did during meetings was preaching that the death eaters should be saved and redeemed for the light side.
What a laugh !
" What makes you think you can Lily ? You've neglected her for years, missing birthdays, forgetting you have two children. Don't think I've forgotten finding Selina bloodied and bruised, you abused her, you spineless bitch !" Bellatrix shouted coldly, uncaring about Lily's reaction.
Lily burst into tears, but James jumped up, his wand out and a curse ready. But Bella was faster, she had her wand out in half the time. " Your reflexes need work, Potter !" she sneered, " Then again so does your paternal instinct."
Dumbledore had had enough, " That's it ! We must work together, we must not fight amongst one another ! Selina must come to Hogwarts for training and protection."
" So you think tearing Selina away from the school she goes to, the life she loves, forcing her to come to a place she absolutely despises is a good move do you ? Good luck." Bella asked.
" How can she hate Hogwarts ? She's never attended it." McGonagall asked, scandalised by the news that a girl would hate a school she'd never been there.
Bellatrix looked at her hands. Selina had told her this day was inevitable, she'd also known her godmother would be in the thick of things, so she'd allowed her godmother to reveal a few things.
" Selina can't be joined with a wand, her magic is different." she said, putting regret into her voice. The rest of the Order assumed, at that point, that the beautiful witch was upset about betraying a secret Selina had obviously kept from everyone for a long time. But then again, who would listen to a little girl who was all but invisible ?
" Selina hates Hogwarts because of what people become - she hates the stereotypes that form here. She doesn't want that, she wants what she wants." Bella added, even though she'd given just a hint about the reasons behind Selina's hatred of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore frowned. He had his own ideas about the power the dark lord knew not. But clearly Selina Potter had her own interpretation.
" In what way ?" he asked, his voice making it clear that he wanted answers.
Bella was still looking down at her hands, the fake regret catching everyone, " She can manipulate magic by the power of her mind. She has a knowledge of arithmancy, she can create new spells in a second. I taught her duelling," Bella decided to lay down her cards. " Every trick I know, including the dirtier ones. She knows them all, and she's even come up with a few more techniques too. She's an exceptional strategist, she can outthink an opponent in seconds, she has an uncanny sixth sense about other peoples body language, making her able to see and predict other people's actions. She's got a highly organised mind, she can make split second deductions, making her an exceptional detective. Selina doesn't think like you or me, she has her own thinking process. She loves reading, she reads detective novels, her favourite are the Sherlock Holmes novels, but she likes reading technical books from the muggle world."
Moody looked interested. He'd helped train Bella Black, he knew that if she'd been training Selina Potter then the girl was more than likely more of a threat if provoked. That and the fact she could do what Bella said she could do would make her a formidable opponent. He Didn't know the half of it.
The body language bit and the strategist knowledge made Moody consider things more about Miss Potter. If he ever met her in battle, then he knew he would need to be careful and make feints in order to win.
Molly Weasley broke in at that point, her mind thinking that this girl should be sheltered from the world, that she shouldn't have this knowledge. But she was too arrogant and short sighted to realise it was too late, " How could you train that girl ? She shouldn't have to know that !"
Bellatrix twisted her head, a sneer on her face, " Aw, and what would Molly Weasley want Selina Potter, a girl that isn't even related to her in any shape or form to do, care about what Molly Weasley thinks. Did you know that Selina holds you in contempt ? A mother hen clucking peasant she called you." She laughed when Molly exploded with rage. " Oh, go on, Molly, we both know that if you tried to duel me you'd lose, and quickly !"
" ENOUGH !" Dumbledore screamed.
Bella sat back, but she knew that Selina was in for a rough time.
" My dear Bellatrix, is it possible for you to persuade Selina to attend Hogwarts ?" Dumbledore asked once the tension had died down somewhat.
Bella snorted, " Haven't you listened to me ? Selina doesn't want anything to do with the magical world, let alone attend Hogwarts. Besides, she'd want to know what she'd get out of it."
" She'd get an education - " Dumbledore wondered if Bella had any manners when she interrupted again.
" A substandard education, you mean, coupled with the fact you'd lock her in an environment she would hate. I've just told you, Selina's magic's different. She wouldn't fit in, everyone would treat her like some sort of freak. You would just sit back and say that Selina needs to forgive. Think again. Selina doesn't forgive, if anyone bullied her, they'd end up in a hospital bed. She goes for the jugular, losing is not in her vocabulary, nor is forgiveness. She wont forgive her parents either, Dumbledore. You're wasting your time." Bella said the last part with a sneer.
" What do you mean by that ?" Lily asked in a watery voice.
" Selina isn't the forgiving sort, I've just told you that. You've ignored, beaten, neglected her, sending her to a muggle school, which she loves but certainly will thank you for. I took care of her more, since no one here bothered to care for her," Bella added sharply, enjoying the looks of grief on the faces of the people she held responsible.
Dumbledore's mind was spinning, his brain trying to work out a plan that would work. But Bella made sense, she knew the girl, but getting her to help would be problematic. Bellatrix Black didn't really trust him, unlike the rest of the Order, she was in it to bring down the death eaters. Black was the most public of the few members of the Order of the Phoenix who didn't like his policy of redemption for death eaters.
Besides, he felt intimidated by her. Bella was a powerful witch, dangerous, and absolutely unpredictable in battle, which made her a tremendous enemy.
His plan would need to be subtle.
He would soon have Selina Potter in his grasp, where she should be.
The Order now knew the truth.
They knew they'd been wrong, that they'd wasted all their precious time and energy on someone who didn't deserve it. Of all the people in the meeting, only my aunt Bella knew that I was prepared for this, that I'd been aware that this would happen for a long time.
It was a logical deduction that this would probably be when me and Dan would both be teenagers, that would be because Lord Voldemort needed to gather his strength. It was also a logical conclusion that Lord Voldemort would announce the truth, gloating that the magical world would fall, and I wouldn't do anything to stop it.
If he thought that he was delusional, but then again, so were my parents and Dumbledore. Delusions made people dangerous, and Lord Voldemort could become an exceptional enemy.
I may've been training in magic and martial arts since I was a kid, but I knew one thing.
I wasn't ready yet to fight someone like Lord Voldemort.