CHRONICLE I: BREAKING BARRIERS
-Chapter II-
"I'm gazing upwards, a world I can't embrace
there's only thorns and splinters, venom in my veins
it's okay to cry out when it's driving you insane
but somehow, someday I'll have to face the pain"
-Cold by Five Finger Death Punch-
King's Cross Station, London, England
Amara quickly pushed her trolley over to the entrance of Platform 9 3/4, she came to a halt as she watched a large redheaded family slowly push through the entrance as well. Just then the redheaded matron noticed Amara out of the corner of her eye; only a boy and girl remained next to her.
"First time on the train, dear," the matron asked with a confused look.
"Yes, it's my first time," Amara responded politely.
"You wouldn't happen to be the transfer student then," the boy asked.
"Indeed, I am the transfer student," Amara said with a grimace.
"Ahh, well this my son Ronald who is a Third year and my daughter Ginevra who is a Second year," the lady said with a smile.
"I am a Third year as well," Amara said with a forced smile while she noticed Ronald staring at her chest.
"Ah, well I'll go through with Ginny and then Ronald can show you how to do it," the lady responded before her and her daughter disappeared through the wall.
Moments later, Amara and Ron phased through the wall as well and Amara immediately split off to find a cabin on the train. She found a nearly empty compartment near the end of the train where a man was dozing under a massive cloak. Amara threw the trunk up on the rack and then plopped down onto the seat and closed her eyes and as she inserted her earbuds and started rocking to Five Finger Death Punch.
About an hour later, she opened her eyes and looked over the new passengers inside of the compartment. Sitting next to her was a pretty brunette with a bit wild hair and slightly large teeth and her nose was stuck in a book, across from her sat Ronald who had a scowl across his face.
"Do you know why has that scowl on his face," Amara whispered into the brunette's ear startling the girl.
"More than likely he was pranked by his older brothers, by the way I'm Hermione Granger, Third Year, Gryffindor," the brunette explained.
"Mara Stark, at your service, Fourth Year transfer," Amara said with a smile.
"Mara, why is your ring glowing silver," Hermione asked while pointing to it.
"There must be a magical creature nearby, more than likely something outside the train," Amara lied quickly while noticing the cloaked man twitched a bit.
"Stark, where have I heard that name before," Hermione inquired while furrowing her eyebrows.
"Tony Stark, ring any bells," Amara said with a smirk.
"Stark Industries, Tony Stark, is he your father or something," Hermione asked excitedly.
"Adopted father, yes," Amara said with a soft smile.
"What did your real parents run off or something," Ron asked dumbly.
"Actually they were murdered along with my little brother, and you have no tact at all Ronald," Amara said with a snarl.
"Who killed them," Ron contiued on.
"Voldemort and his goons," Amara said darkly.
"YOU SAID HIS NAME," Ron exclaimed loudly.
"Of course I did fool," Amara said while rolling her eyes.
"Nobody says his name," Ron whispered.
"Well I do," Amara glared.
Just then the entire train rocked to a halt and the windows were instantly covered in ice and the air rapidly dropped in temperature. Yells and screams could be heard down the corridor as cloaked skeletal figures slowly floated down the center of the train. The cloaked man in the corner jumped up with his wand drawn as the latch to the door engaged and it slowly slid open.
Amara stared straight into the hood of the Dementor standing before her and snarled as the memory of her family's death appeared before her mind. Suddenly a silver dragon erupted out of nowhere and swept the Dementor out of the cabin and the train. Amara then collapsed into her seat as the cloaked man rushed out of the cabin his own patronus shining brightly.
About ten minutes later, the man appeared once more and handed Amara a chocolate bar.
"Go ahead and eat that, it'll help you," he said in a soft and raspy voice.
"Why were there Dementors on the train," Hermione asked quickly.
"They were searching for Sirius Black who broke out of Azkaban this morning," the raspy voice responded.
"Who are you," Ron demanded.
"Remus J. Lupin, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," the raspy voice said quickly.
"Umm professor, Black, he's the one to betrayed the Potters," Hermione asked quietly.
"Yes he is, the Aurors believe he's after the Potter child," Lupin said sharply.
"Are we safe here," Ron asked.
"Yes, the Aurors are on the train now, now I must go. One more thing, since you are a transfer student you need to go with the first years when we reach Hogsmeade," Lupin explained before sweeping out of the cabin.
'Black has escaped, that is excellent. Now he's all mine, and I am going to make him pay,' Amara thought savagely.
Great Hall, Hogwarts, Highlands, Scotland
Amara stood behind the long line of First Years, until they slowly trickled down one by one until there was no one left.
"Now that the first years have been sorted, it is time for our transfer student to be sorted, will you please step forward Miss Stark," McGonagall barked.
Amara then approached the stool with the hat on it. She braced herself for what was about to happen, what was about to be revealed. The hat's brim boomed outward in a loud voice.
"Ahh, Lady Potter, I have been waiting for you for three years, it is finally time for you to be sorted Girl-Who-Lived."
The room broke out into chatter as the hat was lowered over her head.
"Hmmm, there is truly only place to put you. You remind me much of your mother. Her strength, skills, charm, loyalty, and cunning," the hat explained to her.
"Well where am I going then," Amara snarked.
"Gryffindor, of course my dear, just like your mother. I would also suggest you morph back to your form, do not hide from those before you," the hat chimed back.
"Okay then, ready when you are, though if you would also say my full name, that should give them a little shock," Amara said while the hat chuckled.
"I, THE MARVELOUS SORTING HAT, HEREBY CLAIM LADY AMARA ARTEMIS STARK BLACK POTTER, HEAD OF HOUSE POTTER AND HEAD OF HOUSE BLACK, BE SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR," the hat boomed out into the Great Hall before McGonagall removed the hat from her head.
Amara then stood from the stool and slowly let most of her morphs go back to her original form. Her ice blue eyes changed to fiery emerald green and her straight black brown turned to wild jet black waves that fell to her shoulders in the back and right past her chin in the front while her bangs parted to reveal the curse scar. Her height then boosted up a little as she walked towards the Gryffindor table.
She sat next to Hermione who had a shocked expression on her pretty face. Amara barely listened as Dumbledore got up and made a few speeches. Nor did she notice the Fifth year Hufflepuff with sky blue hair and emerald eyes staring holes into her back.
Nymphadora Tonks sat still as a stone next to her friend as she stared at the figure of her long lost friend. She couldn't believe that Amara Potter was only feet away from her. She quickly blinked that tears that wanted to escape from her eyes. She then closed her eyes and was lost in thought.
'She's here at Hogwarts, Amara is here. Where the fuck has she been all of these years. I gotta let mum know right away,' Tonks thought quickly.
Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts
Amara was led through the portrait of the Fat Lady, her head swiveled as she took in the homely looking Common Room, she then saw two spiral staircases; one leading to the Girl's Dormnitories and the other one to the Boy's Dormnitories.
Amara followed Hermione up the stairs til they entered a door which had the Roman numeral three engraved on it. She looked around and saw her trunk sitting in front of an empty four poster bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around across from her were a group of Third years whispering to each other. Her gaze then moved over to Hermione who was in the bed closest to hers, she was hunched over as she scribed a letter. Amara's gaze then shot back to the busybodies as they were all staring at her now.
"Are you really the Girl-Who-Lived," the bleach blonde asked while the others just kept staring.
"Well my name is Potter, you idiot, so figure it out," Amara said with an amused smirk.
"Did You-Know-Who really kill your family? I mean can you remember anything at all," the blonde continued.
"I remember every minute of it, I can still feel my dead brother in my arms. If you ever bring it up again, you will regret it," Amara snarled while drawing her wand.
"Do you remember him," the blonde continued on as the other girls backed away from her.
"Yes," Amara snarled again then raised her wand and the blonde was blasted across the room as a blue light impacted her body.
A moment later, Minevra McGonagall appeared before them as the girls tried to help the blonde stand.
"Miss Potter, I detected that you used an offensive spell outside of class. What is the meaning of this," McGonagall seethed.
"It was a minimal form of the Bombardment spell," Hermione piped up from the corner.
"How did you use such an advanced spell," McGonagall barked.
"My secrets are my own, Professor," Amara snapped back.
"How dare you! To the Headmaster's immediately," McGonagall snapped as she grapped onto Amara and disappeared into the fireplace.
Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts
McGonagall and Amara exited the massive fireplace and stepped in front of an ornately carved desk. Albus Dumbledore looked up from his paperwork and his eyes lost the usual twinkle as he took in the form of McGonagall and Amara Potter before him.
"Ahh, Professor how may I assist you this evening," Dumbledore asked while he steepled his fingers in front of him.
"Miss Potter here used an advanced offensive spell and refuses to speak about it," McGonagall explained while laying Amara's school wand on the desk.
"And why would you use an offensive spell to attack your fellow student, Miss Potter," Dumbledore inquired while blue eyes gazed into her emeralds.
"The little bitch wouldn't stop asking about the night I became the so called Girl-Who-Lived. I warned her to desist, but she did not," Amara snarled while she kept her aura down.
"I understand, two nights detention with Professor Lupin then," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Fine, can I go now, I would like to get to sleep," Amara intoned.
"Not quite yet, where have you been all these years," the old man asked while Amara could feel his mind probes trying to get in.
"With my godmother of course, she took me in and had her friend Tony raise me as his daughter after the Dursleys were killed," Amara explained while her mental shields locked down.
"And do you know what happened to the Dursleys," Albus inquired.
"My guess, they were killed by the Death Breaths looking for me after their master's demise," Amara said coldly.
"Interesting theory but I do not believe that any of the former Death Eaters are responsible for the killing of your relatives," the old man said with a cold glare.
"Well you asked for my opinion and there it is," Amara said while rolling her eyes.
"Very well, you are dismissed," Albus said while waving at the door.
"Finally," Amara said with a smirk and then strolled out of the door.
Hufflepuff Common Room, Hogwarts
Nymphadora Tonks sat in a comfy chair next to one of the long windows and gazed out at the moon. Silent and defiant tears slowly leaked down her face as her hair and eyes circled through multiple colors. A newly written and folded letter lay next to her on the table along with ink and quill.
Just then a small black owl flew into the window and perched itself next to Tonks' arm. Tonks stroked the black feathers while attatching the letter to the owls leg. The black owl then trilled and took off out the window and into the night.
"Fly safe, little Harry," Tonks whispered softly while burrowing into the chair and closing her reddened eyes slowly.
The Past...
Seven year old Nymphadora Tonks lay in her bed wide awake for she couldn't sleep because she and her mother had finally got permission to see Harry and Amara tomorrow. Her cousin Sirius was coming over in the morning to bring them over to their new house. Nymmy couldn't wait to see Amara again, and her smile lit up the darkened bedroom. She closed her eyes and delved into a dream where she and Amara were teasing little Harry while James laughed and Lily started to get red like her hair.
Nymphadora woke up and ran downstairs and quickly sat at the breakfeast table. She then inhaled the plate in front of her and then ran back upstairs to get dressed. She was about to take off down the stairs again when an earth shattering howl came from the kitchen followed by the sound of ceramic being shattered.
Nymphadora slowly walked down the stairs and then turned into the kitchen and saw her mother lying against the counter slumped to the ground while a copy of the Daily Prophet lay scattered across the floor. Nymphadora's ice blue eyes then caught the headline of the paper. She bent down and picked up the page and read to herself the main story.
She then dropped the page and tears then started to pour from eyes as they started to rapidly change colors along with her now red rimmed eyes. She stumbled forward and then collapsed into her mothers' arms and shook as sobs of anguish ripped through her body and soul. She clung to her mother until she finally passed out.
Andromeda picked her daughter up and brought her up the stairs and then into Nymphadora's room. Once she was tucked in Andromeda turned to leave until the picture on the nightstand caught her eyes. Two sets of mischievious green eyes stared back at her from the picture of Amara and Nymmy taken a couple of years prior.
The older Tonks then headed back down the stairs and turned into the kitchen to see Alastor Moody sitting there.
"Why are you here Alastor," Andromeda asked tiredly.
"Dumbledore," Moody grumbled.
"What does he want," Andromeda growled.
"He sent me to let you know that Amara is in a safe location," Moody said with a scoff.
"He has no right doing that, he is not her legal guardian," Andromeda scowled.
"He is now, through the Ministry since the girl has no living relatives," Moody grumbled before taking a swig from his flask.
"Her godmother is alive, that is her legal guardian," Amdromeda said.
"No one knows where Tasha is, she could very well be on an assignment of some sort," Moody sighed heavily.
"Well we need to try and contact her then," Amdromeda declared hotly.
"I know, I will try and reach out to her. I will probably have to track down Fury," Moody rumbled and then dropped a photo onto the table.
"What is that," Andi asked while walking towards the table.
"The only thing was able to be salvaged from the wreckage of the cottage. When me and Hagrid found it, I thought that your daughter would appreciate having it," Moody said while rising from the table.
"Thank you, Alastor," Andromeda said with a smile.
"Your welcome Andi, I'll keep in touch with progress about Tasha," Moody said and then apparated from the kitchen.
Andromeda then sank into the chair and closed her eyes as she was lost in her memories.
Andromeda walked through her front door and found Lily Potter along with an unknown raven haired woman.
"Ahh Andi, you're finally home, I have someone I want you to meet, this is my new partner Natasha Romanov of the S.S.R.," Lily said with a smile.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Tonks," Natasha said with a light Russian accent.
"Oh please just call me Andi," Andromeda said with a smile...
A couple years later, Andromeda and Natasha looked shocked as they sat in Lily Potter's living room as Lily announced that she would be Amara's godmother...
Two years later, Lilly announced that she was leaving the Department of Mysteries and would no longer be the liason to the Strategic Science Reserve or as they were now known as the Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage, Law-Enforcement Division for the Ministry of Magic and the The Deaprtment of Mysteries.
In doing so, her long time partner Natasha was transferred and Lily and Andromeda did not see much of her after that except for the night Harry was born and then she disappeared once again.
Three years after the Potters had been massacred and Amara hidden away, Natasha Romanov reappeared in Andromeda's life.
Andromeda had entered the darkened house and could immediately tell that something was out of place.
"Show yourself," Andromeda growled while she drew her wand.
"It is just me Andi," a cool voice repsonded as a redhead shifted into the light.
"Tahsa, so Moody finally found you," Andromeda asked while lowering her wand.
"Yes, I was on an extensive undercover assignment until now. Fury told me what happened, so now I am here," Natasha explained fluidly.
"So why are you here," Andromeda asked.
"Simple reason, where is that old fucker hiding my goddaughter," Natasha growled.
"We don't know, no one knows where Amara Potter is," Andi sighed.
"Do not worry Andromeda, I will find her," Natasha said coldly and then slipped away into the dark of the night.
Three months later, Natasha appeared in the private office of Andromeda Tonks. She took a seat in front of the desk as the older woman wrote something down.
"I found her," Natasha said.
"Is she safe," Andromeda asked, raising her head up from the desk.
"I do not know yet, but she is not safe enough no matter where she is. That is why she will be coming with me when I go get her," Natasha explained.
"And once you have her," Andromeda asked sharply.
"I will take her with me, she will not be returning to the Wizarding World. This is what must be done to keep her safe. I am telling you this because when she goes missing, The Ministry will more than likely come to the conclusion that she is dead," Natasha explained while rising from her seat.
"Nymphadora will be devestated Tasha," Andromeda growled while rising from her seat.
"I know she will be, but this is what must be done, and the only reason I am here telling is because you were like a sister to me and Lily. Do not worry, Andi, Amara will be returning to the Wizarding World when she is an adult, after she is prepared to return," Natasha said firmly.
"And what of her magical education," Andromeda asked softly while she fell back into her chair.
"Alastor will be helping in that regard as well as some of Lily's friends from across the globe. Well this is goodbye, Andromeda, I am going to miss your family as much as you will miss mine," Natasha said with sad smile and then disappeared into the night.
A few days later, Andi was sitting at her breakfeast table with her husband Ted while Nymphadora lay asleep upstairs. Just then their family owl, Freya, flew through the window and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table. Andromedas' eyes widened and her mouth fell open is shock as she read the main story.
MUGGLE FAMILY MASSACRED, GIRL-WHO-LIVED MISSING, FEARED DEAD
by Jellal Readus
The Wizarding World was rocked to the foundations today when Aurors responded to an anonymous tip, and found a muggle family massacred in Surrey late last night.
The muggle family was the Dursleys, and we now have evidence that they were indeed the guardians of the Girl-Who-Lived, Amara Potter. Miss Potter was nowhere to be found around the carnage and wreckage of Privet Drive.
The Ministry of Magic has ordered that Aurors start a search for the Girl-Who-Lived immediatelty, but not many are confident that she is alive.
The Minister of Magic announced this morning that they are sure that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Nameds' followers, the Death Eaters were not involved in any way with these killings.
More on page 2...
Andi dropped the paper and sighed heavily and headed up the stairs to her daughter's room.
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