This is our first story on fanfic and I have to tell you I won't be making another until I've completed this one or come to the last chapters of it.

My brother and I love Harry Potter and have decided to sort of make the reverse.

Please note we don't own any Harry Potter characters (excluding our own made-up ones) and that they belong to the lovely J.K Rowling!

Also, some definitions and things I was not sure of, I looked up.

The Dark Lady – An Ayra Potter Story *¬*

Prologue:

Today was a particularly bad day for Ayra, her 15-year-old cousin Dudley had decided to use her as another one of his science experiments, this time he broke her hand in two places as well and deciding to break every one of her fingers and measure how she reacted to the pain. Sick; right? But Dudley didn't see his cruelness; he only saw his point of view from one, science.

Ayra was laying on her usual bed at the small-hospital the mansion had, that's right, mansion. The Durseley's were billionaires, and the reason Dudley held so much power over the staff was because her uncle and aunt were never home.

The 'hospital' room was quite large, the walls were painted white and the room held at least 20 single beds, all of which were covered with cotton sheets. The Matron loomed above her, fussing over her when it was her in fact that helped Dudley with his science experiment.

''Darling, what is that look for? You should know better…I had no choice!'' She squirmed under Ayra's intense glare. That's what they all said, every time. Ayra had come to the conclusion that all humans were greedy and cruel, and that they never helped her because they were too scared of losing their hefty six-figure salary.

Ayra muttered dryly, ''that's what they all say.'' The Matron looked up from pouring Ayra her glass of water – not that Ayra would be able to pick the cup up.

The Matron frowned, ''what was that? Speak up, dear.'' Ayra tightened her jaw and shot another glare at her, ''leave me alone! What makes you think I want your help now? It's too late!''

The Matron pursed her lips and swallowed, ''what would a child know about these things?'' Ayra's eyes widened, and she spat, ''so I have no opinion? Even after my oh-so-lovely cousin breaks my hand and fingers intentionally!''

Sighing, the Matron said, ''you know I can't do anything!'' Ayra's blood was boiling and she practically screamed, ''yes you CAN! You can tell the authorities, stop him PSYCHICALLY, but no, you're just scared your six figure pay check would be cut! I've been abused practically every day of my life – and even with the zillions of staff we have, NONE of them have helped me! You're all the same!'' Ayra's voice broke at the end of the sentence and she pulled her head down and screamed into the pillow, ''LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU ALL!''

The beaker of water that was on the table suddenly shattered, spraying the Matron with glass – luckily Ayra was covered in heavy blankets that protected her from the blast.

The Matron turned to Ayra with wide, disbelieving eyes and gasped; she screamed something incomprehensible at her and ran out of the room.

That was the first night Ayra truly started hating humans, including herself.

Chapter 1:

Ayra's nose was buried in a book, her birthday was two days away and she knew that was the birthdays for her were the worse. They always started out good, although she'd never get presents, in her book 'good' meant no experiments on her from Dudley. But at exactly midday, Dudley would take Ayra up to his science room and perform countless of his experiments on her, these were always the worse because they'd go on for exactly 12 hours, and often she'd come out unconscious and with blood splattered across every inch of her skin.

She was reading a book about magic, not a fiction though. She'd found this one in the basement covered in dust and cobwebs, it seems like she stumbled across them by luck because the basement was huge. However many times she'd been down there, she'd never seen the same thing twice except for her very own secret place, of course.

The book described something called Occlumency, and it seemed fascinating, imagine you defending your mind with mental walls! It sounded amazing. Also, the book was an original; the owner had made notes on parts of the book in his spidery handwriting. Not that she had a clue what he was on about – he talked about Legilimency and seemed to write gibberish words he had made up himself. Ayra knew the Dursleys collected weird things over their travels across the globe – but this book was as just as weird as it was interesting.

A wave of thought had hit Ayra just as she was reading the part of building the walls; the book described it in great detail, and with its help, why should she not protect her mind? She couldn't protect her body so protecting her mind from threats (bad luck seemed to follow Ayra everywhere) she would be sort of helping, right?

Smiling, she turned to the beginning chapter with Filippo's (the author) many notes about beginning Occlumency. Ayra eagerly read the first passage and decided to read Filippo's notes later in case she needed extra help.

It read:

Occlumency is the act of magically closing one's mind against Legilimency. It can prevent a Legilimens from accessing one's thoughts and feelings, or influencing them. A person who practises this art is known as an Occlumens.

At the start of one's journey through Occlumency, there will be struggles and mishaps, but note now that if you give up – you will be betraying yourself. Protection of one's mind can be incredibly useful in countless situations, and has gotten myself out in many a problem.

STEPS TOWARDS BUILDING YOOUR FIRST WALL:

Lie back in somewhere you feel totally, and utterly comfortable, somewhere you are sure you will not be disturbed.

Clear your mind, and retreat to the deepest depths of your mind before your memories consume you to be one of them – if you do, you will never return to reality.

Next –

Ayra was interrupted by a loud ringing sound vibrating through each room, it meant dinner was ready, but luckily for her, today was a Tuesday. Dudley spent almost every Tuesday dinner at Peter's house; Peter was another science freak at Dudley's prestigious private school. He was almost as bad as Dudley himself!

Please keep reading on, I promise it won't always be so sad! You'll get to the good parts in a few chapters.

Also, I'll TRY and upload every Tuesday and Saturday, that way I'll have time for homework and stuff too. BTW today doesn't count because of the ' 2 day waiting period for new stories' lol. I actually wrote this on Tuesday 21/01/2012 :D

Thanks for readingggggg!