Note: I do not own 'Harry Potter'. I do own my own characters. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to post a couple of chapters a day since I leave on a 40 day vacation on the 25th...No matter what or how busy I become with packing and everything, I will have it all posted before my flight takes off...
When I found out I was a witch, I was ecstatic and thought it would turn my life around. It did while I was at Hogwarts. I had 2 best friends in Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom. I was sorted into my parents' house so I felt closer to them. I learned magic and Quidditch, which I played on the Gryffindor team after an incident in flying class.
The only wrench in my life at Hogwarts were the Slytherins, Professor Snape, and Voldemort. One hated me because I killed Voldemort as baby, another because I'm a Gryffindor and I look too much like my mum, and the last because he couldn't kill me.
The first year I went up against Voldemort I was scared and I screamed as Professor Quirrel's body disintegrated before me but the soul inside him had killed my parents so I didn't feel too bad that he died. The second year everyone hated me because I could speak Parseltongue but after I killed the basilisk and saved Ron's sister Ginny, I was the school's heroine again.
The summer before 3rd year was the worst. All the weight I had put on during the year gave me the curves to look more like a girl and Uncle Vernon took notice. He made Aunt Petunia take me shopping to get the proper lady garments. He said even freaks needed that kind of stuff.
It started off small with a touch here and a touch there, most were innocently enough and never done around Aunt Petunia or Dudley. I tried to stay away but it was harder when his sister Marge came to visit. She made the comment that I was a whore like my mother simply because the top button on the shirt I was wearing had popped off. She went on to say that my father probably wasn't my real father that she pinned it on him because she didn't know who my real father was.
Everything made of glass shattered as I faced Aunt Marge. It hovered in the air as I screamed at her. I told her at least my mum was loved by another person and not only by something that licked its own arse. I stormed out of the room and heard the cries as I packed my trunk. No one stopped me as I left Privet Drive and I didn't look back.
I hitched a ride on the back of a truck next to a man with long shaggy black hair. He tried talking to me but one look at me and he was quiet. I got off near the Leaky Cauldron and got a room. I got into trouble with the Minister of Magic for what happened to Aunt Marge. I had no clue what they were talking about and he told me that the glass flew at her and sliced open dozens of little cuts. I shrugged my shoulders since I didn't care.
As soon as I saw the Weasleys, I pushed past Ron, the twins, and Ginny to Mrs. Weasley. I explained what I needed and she broke down, calling me a woman. I was glad that I wasn't at the Dursleys and having to go to Aunt Petunia about it.
It was Mrs. Weasley who told me about Sirius Black. When I saw the wanted poster, I showed nothing. He hadn't tried anything in the back of the truck except to talk. I pushed him out of my mind and the warning Mrs. Weasley gave me that he might be looking for me.
I spent the train ride in a compartment with Ron, Neville, and a sleeping older man. I told them about Aunt Marge and the talk with the Minister. Ron recapped his family's vacation to Egypt and Neville talked about his Gran and the Herbology books he read.
It was like any other trip until the train stopped and the lights had gone out. Then it got freezing cold. I could hear her screaming, pleading for my life, and then felt Uncle Vernon's hands all over me. I welcomed the blackness.
I didn't tell anyone what I heard or felt after I learned that Dementors made their victims relive their worst memories. I could understand about the death of my mum but the touching was mild. I knew it could have been worse than his hands all over my body. Little did I know that would be coming soon enough.
Third year was the best. The older man from our compartment was the new DADA professor and I learned he had been friends with my parents. Remus told me stories about them but it was like something was missing. I had asked but he never told me so I went to the other source in the school. I pestered Snape until he finally yelled that Sirius Black was a cohort to my dad and had killed another of their friends.
The time spent with Remus had a new focus after the Dementors, which were stationed around Hogwarts looking for the escaped convict, got too close during a Quidditch game. I could hear her again but pushed my focus back into the game, trying to find the Snitch. Flying through the rain, wind, and past the Dementors was hard but I did it. My fist closed around the golden ball and the Dementors moved in. My mum's screaming got louder until I could hear it above the howl of the wind. Then the hands weren't light but grabbing and kneading my skin like he was there in person doing it.
I had woken up in the hospital wing with several broken bones, which were healing nicely. The Dementors were forced to leave the grounds but I made Remus promise to teach me how to get away from them.
It took nearly half the year to find a happy enough memory to even get a white mist. I didn't know if it was an actual memory or a dream but it was about a large black dog and a stag playing in a field. The dog came over and licked me. I heard someone laughingly say Padfoot and the dream ended.
Fred and George Weasley had taken pity me and gave me a map of the school. It showed where everyone was so I used it to sneak to Hogsmeade. After meeting up with Ron and Neville at the Three Broomsticks, I had to hide while a group of professors and the Minister sat at the table next to us. I heard Black's name so I slid closer. Even finding out he was my godfather wasn't a big shock but that he betrayed my parents to Voldemort nearly sent me over the edge. When I had lowered my invisibility cloak, Ron and Neville pointed out my eyes seemed darker but glowing as well. That's when I pledged justice for my parents.
Two close calls with Black entering the school had everyone on edge. I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd see him. I didn't even care that Ron kept going on and on about his missing rat Scabbers.
It was late at night and I had been watching the map when I spotted his name. I threw on pants and tore out of my room to get the guys. They weren't going to come when I mentioned his name but I started off by myself. Being my best friends, Ron and Neville followed. The name disappeared around the Whomping Willow but we did catch Ron's rat. It was then the large black dog attacked. It dragged Ron and Scabbers down a hole near the tree base. We followed and had come up in the Shrieking Shack.
Turned out Sirius Black was set up by Peter Pettigrew. I hadn't believed him until Remus showed up and they turned Scabbers back into Pettigrew. Sirius naturally wanted to kill him but I had a better idea. A spell I found to use on the traitorous Sirius Black was used on Pettigrew instead and it made him unable to 'rat' anyone else out. They thought I had just sewn his mouth shut but if they dared to undo the stitches, they would have found his tongue gone.
Sadly Snape caught us coming out of the hole under the tree. He took points off and gave us detentions but his focus went to Remus and Sirius who were dragging Pettigrew. The Potions Master tried to curse Sirius but I blocked it. The commotion allowed the rat to escape. Uncaringly, I dropped Ron's arm and tried to stun the man. He changed into his Animagus form before the spell hit.
I had to plead Snape to back us up when it came to Pettigrew. We had been on the way back to the castle and he wouldn't listen. The air around all of us had gotten cold and the black cloaks of Dementors appeared overhead. A quick look at the adults and they all were frozen like my friends. I used my dream memory and the thought that Sirius hadn't betrayed his friends to cast the Patronus. It held until Remus and Snape came out of the daze to cast their own spell. It was only after a quick question about my Patronus that Snape agreed to back us up.
Even though Sirius was free and pardoned, I still couldn't go to stay with him. Dumbledore told me about the blood wards and for my safety I had to stay at the Dursleys. Especially since the Headmaster needed Sirius for missions and he'd be away for most of the summer. I wasn't looking forward to going back but I had no other option.
Uncle Vernon seemed too happy to see me and almost immediately stepped up the touching. I would do all the chores but he still seemed to punish me. If I dared to even breathe, I either faced the belt or faced being thrown onto my bed, his meaty body holding me down.
