Chapter 1

If you looked into the cupboard under the stairs at Number Four Privet Drive, you would think all there was, was a ratty old matters and a thin blanket bundled into a ball, but that ball is actually a little girl. Hair blacker then the ink in a printer, eyes the same colour of blooming lavenders and so thin that you could see the joints in her bones. The girl's Aunt passes by the door of the cupboard banging on it as she passes. "Up Brat!" She hisses. The small girl uncurls slowly and you think she's about seven but in reality, she's nearly eleven. The girl changes quickly and you follow her to the kitchen, where without words, she starts making breakfast. This little girl, is Francesca Potter, at first glance you'd think the most remarkable thing about her are her eyes, her size but they're not. For this one tiny person will grow and change and change the world as she does.

Minerva McGonagall didn't know what to expect when she volunteered to collect to Potter girl, Dumbledore was going to sent Hagrid, honestly! Perhaps she should expect a fat, spoilt, arrogant girl or an ordinary girl with knowledge of the wizarding world, but what she found was beyond her worst nightmares.

Short moments after she knocked on the brown door, it swung open and a pair of large, shockingly purple eyes blinked up at her. "Can I help you Ma'am?" The girl asked, although the witch could only see the eyes. "Are you Francesca Potter?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"May I come in?"
"Yes Ma'am. My Uncle, Aunt and Cousin are out for the day and Mrs Figg's gone to sleep." The girl said before opening the door, Minerva nearly took a step back in shock. The small girl in front of her was the colour of new parchment, a sickly cream colour, her long black hair fell in matted knots down her bumpy back and the Witch realised the bumps where the girl's spine joints. Her clothes, a sickly grey colour for the shirt and washed out blue for the jeans, were far to big, hanging off her like curtains in a breeze.

The only thing bright about the girl, other than her eyes, was the fact she was covered in paint. Bright blue was streaked across her freckle dotted nose, emerald green splatters covered her arms and crimson red splotches covered the shirt, both her hands and her jeans looked like rainbows and there was a paint brush sitting jauntily behind her left ear, which Minerva noticed with slight shock, was pierced. Three small silver loops dangled from her lobe and two more glittered at the top, the right was pierced in a similar way.

Francesca led the professor into the living room and gestured for her to take a seat on the pale floral sofa. "Francesca, how old are you?"
"Eleven tomorrow. And please Ma'am, call me Frankie or Frank, Francesca is too long."
"Well, Frankie. I have something to discuss with you." Minerva was stopped from saying more by the doorbell. "Excuse me for a moment." Frankie said, getting up from her perch on the arm of an arm chair.

She left the room and was back a moment later with a Yorkshire terrier in her arms, it's leg broken. It whimpered slightly as Frankie settled into the armchair, she responded with a small yip followed by a light bark. Her slim fingers wrapped themselves gently around the broken leg and began to glow, gold light filling the room. Minerva's eyes widened as the dog's leg bones began to quickly knit back together under the skin, the small dog yelped but Frankie soothed it with another yip. With another yip the dog licked Frankie's fingers and jumped down from her lap, Frankie followed it out the room again and after a short pause was back again, putting notes into her pocket.

"Sorry about that." Frankie said, taking her original position on the chair arm. "You where saying?"
"Well, as you may have worked out. You're a Witch." Minerva paused. "I know, why? Is it of importance now?"
"Yes. You're turning eleven, the age of a secondary school student. And I'm here to offer you, your place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"My place?"
"Yes, your name has been down since you were born. You mother and father when there and wished you to do the same. You don't have to accept, there are other schools to choose from but you have a guaranteed place at Hogwarts."
"Where is it?"
"Scotland."
"I can't go then. No way would Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia allow me to take the train, much to expensive and Uncle Vernon's car is too precious to him."
"Oh, you'll only have to come back for the summer holidays. Students have room and board at the school as well as lessons. No weekend lessons and no lessons in the varied holidays."
"Well then. You're making me an offer I can't refuse." Frankie smiled gently, the smiled didn't reach her eyes but it made her seem healthier. "But my relatives, they won't pay."
"On need to worry about that. Wizards and Witches have their own currency and you have several vaults in the wizard bank. In fact, you're one of the richest people I know."
"Cool." Frankie grinned but then it fell as the front door slammed.

Her whole posture changed, hopping down from the chair arm, Frankie's head bent, her shoulders hunched, hers hands clasped in front of her and her hair swinging to cover her face. "GIRL! WHERE'S MY BEER!" Vernon Dursly bellowed. Frankie ran to the fridge and pulled out a green can, popping it open she ran out into the hallway. There was a horrid slurping noise before Vernon spoke again. "Did you touch our food?"
"No Sir."
"Did you use our water?"
"No Sir."
"Did you touch our things?"
"No Sir."
"What did you do?"
"Stayed in my cupboard and painted Sir."
"Why where you in the
Kitchen?"
"I was cleaning Sir."
"Good. Go to your Cupboard, I don't want to see your freaky face until dinner time."
"Yes Sir."

There was a small click and Minerva remembered the door under the stairs. "You can't treat a child like that!" She cried jumping up as the man entered the room. "Who in the blazes are you?"
"My name is Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Deputy Headmistress."
"What are you doing here bitch?" Minerva bristled. "I would have thought." She said in a voice colder then ice. "That was obvious. I'm here to take your niece shopping for her school supplies as you seem to be incapable of following even the simplest request."
"I WILL NOT HAVE ONE IN MY HOUSE! WE SWORE WE'D STAMP IT OUT OF HER! I REFUSE TO HAVE AN UNNATURAL FREAK UNDER MY ROOF!" Vernon bellowed so loudly the windows rattled, Minerva pulled out her wand and Vernon went puce. "Don't point that-"
"If I were you, I would shut your mouth before I do something I will not regret to you. Now, I shall take your niece from this house and she will not return until she is good and ready. You will have no contact and no money from her and if I here even one word of your fat piggy little fingers near her I will snap every snap bone in your body, slowly and painfully. Is that clear?"
"Yes Ma'am." Vernon snapped a salute that would have made an army office proud. "Lovely."

Minerva tucked her wand back up the sleeve of her tartan dress and swept from the room. Frankie was waiting for her by the front door, scuffed trainers on her feet, large denim jacket on, a bulging backpack on her back and a large box under her arm. "You. Are my hero." She smiled as they left. "Well. Someone had to put the man in his place."
"I like to think of him as a Land Whale." Frankie shrugged and her teacher laughed. "I think you might be right there."
"Dudley is like a pig in a blond wig. He takes up a whole side of the kitchen table himself."
"That is repulsive."
"It is rather." Frankie nodded in agreement as Minerva directed her into a small ally where she held out her arm. "Please take my arm Frankie." She said. "This may hurt." She warned as the small girl wrapped her fingers around Minerva's arm. The professor turned sharply, bringing the girl with her as her mind fixed on one place. St. Mungos Magical Hospital for Magical damage and Ailments.

It took a month for Frankie to be a relatively healthy weight for her age. She was allowed out to go to Diagon alley with Professor McGonagall for her school supply's on her birthday and a few weeks later into Muggle London to do some much needed shopping. As she got healthier, her skin turned darker, it was no longer the colour of going off cream but a light olive colour that complemented both her hair and her eyes. The teacher would have wondered where the eyes and the tone came from if it had not been for their second trip to the bank.

Frankie had somehow misplaced her key, despite her insisting she'd put it in her nightstand, so they'd had to have a new one made which required a drop of blood from Frankie. It was taken with the sharp point of a quill with began writing as soon as it was set in parchment. "It's so they know you are who you say you are." Minerva whispered in the girl's ear as she watched in fascination as her name appeared at the top of the parchment.

'Francesca Persephone Aphrodite Lily Potter
Immediate Family:
Mother: Lily Sun Potter (née Evens) daughter of Aphrodite, legacy of Hecate
Father (by blood adoption and marriage): James Athens Potter son of Zeus, legacy of Athena
Father: Unknown

Vaults: Trust Fund
Potter Family Vault (X3)
Godly Vaults (X6)
Salazar Slytherin's personal vault
Slytherin Family Vault (X2)

Estates:
Potter Manor
Potter (Godric's Hollow) Cottage (destroyed)
Potter farm
Potter holiday homes (various)
Slytherin castle
1/4 Hogwarts

Power(s):
Unknown'

Minerva's eyes flicked to the parchment the to Frankie. "Here you are Miss Potter." The goblin held out the parchment and a set of gleaming keys. "Thank you." She said, taking them with shaky hands. "You won't mention it, will you?" She asked nervously once they'd acquired Muggle money. "Mention what?"
"That I'm related to Salazar, I mean. I proud to be related to one of the founders, but. I don't want people thinking I'm evil just because I'm related to him. Because I'm not! I'm not evil."
"I know Frankie. I promise not to mention it to anyone, not even the headmaster."
"Oh thank you!" Frankie, over come with happiness, threw her arms around the elder witch's waist, the teacher. While shocked, was pleased and ran a hand through the girl's now silky, slightly wavy hair. "It ok child. I understand, now come. Let's find you books on Greek Mythology so you can learn more of your heritage." Frankie looked up and grinned, eyes gleaming emerald green, Minerva chuckled.
"Your Aphrodite heritage is kicking in." Frankie grinned and let the older woman lead her into Muggle London.

Frankie was reading about the Gods, sitting up in her hospital bed when she looked up suddenly, meeting the eyes of a podgy boy about her age who squeaked in surprise and turned to leave. "Hay, don't go? Are you ok?" Frankie said, setting her book down, eyes flashing hazel in worry. "Yeah." The boy turned back. "I um. I was wondering why you where here, I don't want to pry but you're really young so-" The boy trailed off, looking at his feet. "It's fine. Have a seat." Frankie gestured to the chair next to her bed and the boy shyly took the seat. "Let's start again. Hi, I'm Frankie." She said, holding out her hand. "Neville Longbottom." He said, blushing as she shook his hand.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your parents." She said quietly. "I'm sorry about yours too." Neville said quietly. "Thanks. But how-"
"Your scar." Neville explained, and Frankie subconsciously reached up and ran a finger along the jagged silver scar running down her right cheek, a reminder of Uncle Vernon's belt. "No. Your bolt." Neville smiled gently, tapping his forehead. "Oh, that scar." Frankie dropped her hand. "It sucks really. Being famous for having dead parents." Frankie sighed. "I know how that feel's. When people learn who I am the look at me differently." Neville nodded solemnly, Frankie looked up at him and smiled softly, he smiled back.

For the first time I'm their lives, the two children had found someone who understood, someone who knew what it felt like to lose both parents even if they couldn't remember them as they used to be. And for the first time they'd found a friend. "What are you reading?" Neville asked curiously, looking at the Muggle book, so Frankie showed him, Neville particularly liked Demeter, which led them onto a conversation about Magical plants which in turn led them onto a conversation about school. "Are you going to Hogwarts?" Frankie had blurted the question out as Neville was explaining the Mandrake. "Sorry." She said when he looked up in surprise. "Continue."
"It's fine." Neville smiled. "And yes. I'm going to Hogwarts."

Neville's Gran and Professor McGonagall found the two children a few hours later, Frankie in the middle of a detailed explanation of how the professor had freed her from the grasp of the evil Dursly, she only looked up (half-way though Minerva's threat) when the teacher in question said. "Frankie. It's time for your exercise." Frankie nodded and hopped out of bed. "I'll see you soon Nev, come back and visit me right?" The girl bit her lip in anticipation. "'Corse. You haven't finished your story." He grinned and Frankie hugged him, hard. "Thanks Nev." She smiled before skipping after McGonagall to do her daily exercises.

When her month was up, it was September 1st. Her trunk was packed, her husky puppy Blizzard in a large carrier sat atop in and a small white messenger bag held a few wizard coins, two books, her daily medicine and a note for the Hogwarts Matron Madam Pomphry, was resting on her lap as she waited patiently in the waiting room for Professor McGonagall to pick her up so that they could travel to Platform 9 3/4. When the teacher did arrive she was mildly surprised to see the small girl was wearing a yellow tartan coat, it suited her. "Are you ready Frankie?" She asked. "Yep." The girl nodded, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Come on then." Minerva held her arm out to Frankie, who took it and with one hand on her trunk and pet, they turned.

Minerva helped Frankie get her trunk onto the train and after a quick goodbye, consisting of a hug and a promise to see her at school, the professor left and Frankie went in search on Neville, whom she quickly found trying to lug his trunk on board. "Want some help?" She asked, moving to help him. "Uh, sure." Neville nodded and between them, they managed to get Neville's trunk to Frankie's compartment. "Still got Trevor?" Frankie asked. "Yeah, he's been staying put since you talked to him."
"Good. Can't have you losing a friend." She smiled. "How's the wiggen tree?" Frankie asked as she nestled in the window seat. "It's growing well, thanks. That potion you found is really helping." Neville smiled. "Glad I could help. Wanna see some Ancient Greek plants?"

Frankie was explaining the properties of the Asphodel tree when the compartment door slid open. A girl with bushy brown hair stood in the door, a large book clutched to her chest. "Can I sit with you? Everyone out there is acting so childishly, I put my trunk in someone else's compartment by accident and now, I can't get it out." The girl shrugged. "Sure, take a seat. Plenty of room." Frankie grinned, gesturing to the plush seats and looking up from the book. "Thanks." The girl sat down opposite the pair, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I'm Frank, this is Neville. What's your book?" The purple eyed girl smiled gently. "Hermione, it's Alice in Wonderland. Special edition, full colour illustrations." Hermione fidgeted slightly, resting the book on her lap. "Really!?" Frankie said excitedly. "Uh Hu." Hermione nodded. "What's, Alice in Wonderland?" Neville frowned. "It's a Muggle Children's book. I've read it, about a million times." Frankie grinned. "What's your book?" Hermione asked. "Plants from Ancient Greek Mythology." Frankie smiled gently, fondling the pages affectionately. "Most are the same, but some are different. I like history, myths and legends."
"Myths and Legends, they're just
Stories." Neville frowned. "Every Myth and Legend has bases in fact." Hermione and Frankie said at the same time. "Got it. So, what house do you wanna be in?" Neville asked, slightly awkward.

A witch with a food trolly came round a little while later, which brought the arrival of much welcomed food and unwelcome company. Frankie bit into a toffee flavoured bean as the door slid open again and a red haired boy stood in the doorway, a rat clutched in his hand. "Hello." Frankie smiled. "Uh, Hi. I'm looking for Francesca Potter." He said nervously. "Why?" Hermione frowned. "Because. I wanna be her friend, duh." The boy rolled his eyes. "Sorry, we don't know where she is." Frankie said sweetly. "I think she's hanging out with a guy named Draco Malfoy."

The boy scowled and left. "But. Frankie, you're Francesca Potter." Hermione protested. "We know 'Mione. But didn't you see the look in his eyes? He was after her money and power." Neville said. "Oh." Hermione sighed. "Are they real frogs?" Frankie asked curiously, holding up a chocolate frog. "No." Neville shook his head, and soon the three where back to discussing the wizarding world.