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A/N: Hey guys this has been an idea that has been in my head for a while. If you like it please tell me and I will be sure to continue updating frequently. Just a warning though I am planning on making it pretty long and the rating may go up.
There is no good or evil only power and those too weak to seek it – J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, spoken by Quirinus Quirrell
Prologue
Eternal gloom. That is what I woke up to on September, the first. Then with a triumphant smirk I remembered how I got here, as it was quite difficult, I literally had to kill.
The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. Sounds perfectly harmless right? Well trust me when I say it's not! There were species of creatures in here that I'm not even sure exist. Well at least I got some DADA practice before school begins. I just recently got here about a month ago. I thought that food would be a problem but apparently not as the house elf here adores me. He keeps on claiming that my grandmother would be so proud.
The year was 1994; i was 14, and heading off to 4th year. 1994. What a significant year for me, 4th year was. The dark lord. My father. The prophecy. Harry. Ah Harry. But enough about that, in order to get there i need to get to Hogwarts first.
The room I am currently residing in is dark and dreadful, just the way I like it. The dark emerald green walls and plush ebony duvet appealed to me the moment I walked in. The room intrigued me as it was the only one locked in the gothic manor and I just had to open the door. Regulas Articulas Black, the door said. The name sounds familiar, probably one of Dmitri's death eater friends. Dmitri, that name makes my blood boil and my skin run cold. But Dmitri can't hurt me anymore I thought with sadistic glee, Dmitri is dead. Gone forever. HA! And I killed him!
I then calmly stepped out of bed and put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black bustier with my leather jacket and my cage heels. With a wave of my wand all of my stuff was packed and set in my trunk, which I then shrunk and slipped in my pocket. HA, underage magic my arse! They can't find me here, nobody can. That was another one of the reasons why I chose this place to stay, because it was unplottable. I did some research on it after I got here. It's a good thing mum gave me the address otherwise I wouldn't have a place to stay. Mum. The darkness and dread is coming back. Pull yourself together Scarlett that was in the past, I thought callously.
It's time for a fresh start, it's time for Hogwarts. I then confidently pointed my wand to an old hairbrush while thnking of the platform and said, Portus. With one touch I felt a tug in my belly and closed my eyes, attempting to avoid the inevitable nausea. The moment they opened I was in the center of kings cross station. Inside there will be a scarlet steam engine once I pass through the platform. Mum told me enough stories of Hogwarts for me to know that. As I was walking I felt another tug at my navel, no this was not from a portkey, this was from nerves. I shouldn't be nervous though, this is what I've wanted for a long time. I'm finally going where I'm meant to be, Hogwarts. I then calmly collected myself and confidently strutted through Platform 9¾. The Hogwarts Express was now in plain view. Finally satisfied I made my way onto the train. I am Scarlett Helena Sewlen-Black and this is my story.
A/N: Sooo guys how was it?