Author's Note: Of course the disclaimer that I own nothing of the Harry Potter World and that all of it belongs to JK Rowling.
I have not written or published a Fan Fiction before. This is my first try. I understand that some things may not be okay in this and yes it is MASSIVE for the first chapter, but I know sometimes these things happen. I do not have a beta, and I do not know if someone would volunteer but I will take one if they like.
So review if you want and try to be kind and correct me if I did make some mistakes. Thank you all.
Chapter One: The Beginning, I Suppose.
The first time I did magic I was 6. I wanted my ballerina dolls to dance for real so badly that somehow my magic manifested and they were dancing on their own. My astonishment was quickly replaced with delight. I quickly ran to my mother, excitedly telling her that my dolls were dancing all by themselves. She laughed and told me I must have imagined it.
"No Mommy!" I exclaimed. "It was like magic! They are dancing like they are live people!" My mother's eye almost bulged out of her head at the word "magic".
"We do not speak of Satan's work in this house young lady!" she screamed. Her hand connected with my face, sending me to the floor from the force. "Now go to your room and do not come out till dinner!"
Since that day, I have not spoken about what I could do to any of my family. We are a church going family, and none of it really made sense to me. When they talked about the evils of witchcraft, I was absolutely devastated to think that something so wonderful could be evil. Eventually, I just tuned out church, and thought about what could possibly be in me that was not in the other members of the family. Even the owl that carried my letter for The American Magic Academy must have sensed that my family was not right because on my eleventh birthday it delivered it outside to the tree house instead of trying to go through the window. I even told the friends I made at AMA that my parents were absolutely fine with me being magical. It just seemed easier than explaining to everyone that my family was just… not normal. By some standards we were I suppose. I never understood why I always had to wear skirts that were ankle length nor did I understand why I had to keep my hair long and only trim it. That is just what my father believed that women were supposed to wear. I did not talk back for fear that I would be punished further than a normal spanking or giving them a reason to search my room for drugs. I did not even want to think what my father would do if he found my summer reading list to prepare me for the O.W.L.S. this coming year or the ingredients in my potions kit.
So it was no surprise when the summer before my Fifth year at AMA it all had come crashing down, and started my life down a whole new path, for the better.
My little brother needed new shoes. He always needed new shoes. My father spared no expense for his shoes since my brother was a star basketball player at his private school. My father did not understand how I got into a special math school (Hey I had to explain it somehow that I was disappearing for months on end.) when I could barely make a passing grade in my math classes at my public school. I just had my headmaster, who was surprisingly good at telling fibs to muggles who were not so kind about magical people, write a letter to him saying that I received a scholarship on the fact I showed remarkable skill in doing math outside the normal matter and that I could benefit by going to a special school that would enhance my talents. Professor Lorenst even sent fake report cards to my father every so often to please him about my marks.
Anyway, my brother needed shoes, and my mother wanted to get me a new dress for church since my other one was getting worn through. Father grudging accepted that my dress was getting thin from over wear, so I was to get a new dress. We drove, which bored me since most of the time I travelled by Portkey when I was at school, to the local mall with the other three children in the van chattering excitedly. It was rare that the other children were allowed to come with us on any shopping trip since there was so many of us and Mother often could not keep track of so many children at once, especially since she was pregnant again. Father deemed me old enough and responsible enough to watch the other children now as we shopped so they would probably be attending more outings with us in the future I suppose. We were just walking around the mall, everything in bags and the family actually all getting along for once when I heard my name called from behind me. I turned, and the world narrowed in on Maggie.
"Ohmygosh why didn't you tell me you lived here I would have come to visit my cousins sooner!" she squealed, giving me a hug. Her mother was smiling at me, and Maggie continued to chatter, both of them obviously oblivious to the blood rushing out of my face or the confused looks of my parents.
"Hi Maggie," I said quietly to her even though she had not stopped talking, which is what Maggie does. I love her, I do, but sometimes the girl does not know when to be quiet. And it did not help that she was chattering about school and magic things in front of my parents.
"Maggie, let Emmy get a word in to at least introduce us to her parents," her mother said, walking over to my father and holding out her hand. My father looked at it, then back at Maggie's mom's face.
"How do you know our daughter again?" he asked, tucking the younger children behind him.
"Our daughters both go to American Magic Academy," she said awkwardly, putting her hand in her purse and pulling out a couple of photos. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I could not get my breath as my father grabbed the pictures from her hands. My mother covered her mouth when she saw the pictures, and my father started to tear them up as he quoted bible verses, very loudly. It drew the attention of other shoppers, people stopping to stare at the bible freak and his family. My eyes started to tear up, Maggie grabbing my hand reassuringly.
"You are filth!" he roared after he ran out of verses, his finger pointing at Maggie's mother close to her face, almost touching her nose with it. "You have corrupted our daughter and made her a child of Satan."
"Now, I am sure that this is all just some big misunderstanding," she said, backing away slowly,
"Actually I see things quite clearly now," he yelled and turned to me. Maggie let go of my hand and quickly went to her mother. I saw my mother usher the children in a close by store before my father's hit me so hard I flew back into a pillar. He came at me again, spewing some sort of verse from his mind. Too quickly for anyone to really react, his hand connected with my other cheek. I hit the floor and oddly enough something bible related about turning the other cheek passed through my mind. I smiled at the passing thought.
"You really are Devil's whore if you are smiling at this!" he yelled. Everything seemed to get blurry after that because his foot connected with my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I felt the blows but nothing really connected in my brain. The only thing I really remember before blacking out was a verse about stoning, and him throwing a rock at my head, making my world black.
I woke in the St. Mungo's American Branch. My head hurt something awful. The witch who was on duty gave me a potion that made me sleep more than help the pain, and eventually I was feeling myself enough to ask about my family. That is when Professor Lorenst and Maggie's mother came to visit and tell me everything.
"Do you remember the incident at the mall?" Professor Lorenst asked.
"I remember my father hitting me a lot, but nothing really beyond that," I told him. Maggie's mother grabbed both my hands and looked at me kindly.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell anyone that your father would react like that?" she asked. I shrugged. It really did not matter to tell anyone since I did not think of a fluke like a school mate visiting a cousin to happen to me. "Emmy, you could have told someone and we would have made arrangements."
"It wasn't really that big of a deal," I mumbled, taking my hands from hers and fiddling with them.
"Well, we had to make other arrangements," Professor Lorenst spoke, his voice as soothing as he could possibly make it in a situation like this I imagine. "We could not send you back to your family, since your father is now in jail for assault on a minor. We got your things out of the house before the muggle authorities made it there and did some memory charms on them to make them believe the paperwork we had was good enough to put you into our custody."
"The kids," I yelped, my heart slamming into my ribcage. "What about the kids?"
"They are being taken care of," Maggie's mom told me, sitting back in her chair. "Emmy, we have made arrangements for you that you may not agree with, but the President thinks they are fine and we went ahead and started the proceedings in the last couple weeks."
"I have been out of it for WEEKS!" I yelled. My chest started to compress, my lungs feeling like I could not even get a breath in them. I remember hearing Professor Lorenst screaming for a healer and people storming in the room before my world went black again. I woke a couple days later, this time I was not allowed visitors for another week. When I was finally deemed fit to have people visit, Professor Lorenst brought someone with him that made my jaw drop in shock.
"Emmaline," Professor Lorenst said, "This is Auror Potter. He is going to be taking you to your new guardians."
"Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?" I blurted out. Mr. Potter chuckled, his startling green eyes sparkling in mirth.
"I am," he replied. "However, I am here on special assignment, which is to take you to your new guardians."
"You have been chosen to represent the AMA at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a special learning program," Professor Lorenst explained. I gave him a shocked look. "Now my dear don't be so dramatic. You and I both know that after what occurred you cannot go back to your normal life. We even modified Maggie's memory so she cannot let the cat out of the bag figuratively speaking."
"You will be staying with some of our appointed guardians for the next two years, in which time we hope that you will continue to excel at your studies and hopefully heal well from this experience," Mr. Potter told me. I was still reeling from the fact that I was standing in the same room with a legend. This man, Harry Potter, took out a potential threat to the entire world. He killed Voldemort and saved everyone who was not for his cause from death. It was really cool, in the words of Maggie. It took me a minute to process what they both were saying.
"So, I will be living abroad for the next couple years?" I asked.
"Even longer if you choose," Professor Lorenst said. "All the paperwork is taken care of and if you are cleared for it you will be leaving by the end of the week."
"And no one has to know the real reason why?" I asked, looking hopefully at Mr. Potter. He nodded.
"Only your new guardians will know what really happened if you do not want anyone else to know," he replied.
"This is…actually really good," I said. Professor Lorenst smiled, giving Mr. Potter a nod before saying his goodbyes and leaving Mr. Potter and I to iron out some of the details and giving the healers a heads up about my arrangements. It seemed so unreal that I honestly did not believe it till Mr. Potter shook my hand.
"I will be back to get you Friday Miss Moren," he said.
"I look forward to it," I said. Mr. Potter walked out the door before I realized that I forgot to ask him something. I hurried to the door of my room and called his name. He turned back, giving me an asking look. "Mr. Potter, who exactly are my guardians?"