Ok, yea, this chapter is late because my mom took my pc and my phone! D;! Dx! ;-;...So yer. o3 o. Loooollll...x-x... x3.. So yeaa~~ On with the info ;D!

Nice Dursley's, evil Dumblewhore, good Voldie-

Tom: STOP CALLING ME THAT

Me: SHUT UP RIDDLE! -Coughs.- Anyway. Good Voldie, bashing on the Weasleys, not the twins, I love them. Sexy little bastards... ANYWAY. Bashing on most of Gryffindor, except for some. Some bashing on the poor little Huffpuffs(Poor souls...). OH AND GOOD SLYTHERINS! WHOOP! Bein' the sexy evil bastards they are ;D! Female Potter! WHOOP~! Lol... xD! Oh and bashing on Hermione, bein' the bitchy little bookworm she is. Oh and the Order Of The Glowing Zombie Fried Chicken... Is exactly that. Stupid bastards. All of 'em are EVIL. They will be bashed upon. Except Snape, Sirius, Remus, anddddddd... Whoever the hell I choose xD!... Oh, and Bellatrix Lestrange. I love that bitch. You people start bashing on her, and I will bash... ;o... Draco-Fuckin-Malfoy! I swear to the dog god I will!:o... Probably bashing by sleeping with him.. BUT ANYWAY...

Author: Geo And Neo

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! IF I DID SNAPE WOULDNT HAVE DIED! Dumblewhore woulda died more gruesomely... - Manipulative bastard! Dx. Anyway... Everything belongs to our lovely J.K Rowling. And the Brits. Gotta love the Brits. What with their accents... Ehm...-...ANYWAY! xD

Title: Amai Potter And The Sorcerers Stone...With a side of Angry Chickens.

Summary: Amai Potter. The girl who lived. Amai was young. So controllable... What would happen when Dumbledore's toy got a mind of her own? What if our wonderful little savior fell for the wrong guy? What if their savior wasn't who they thought... What if their savior turned to the right side. M for mature. Fem!Harry.

"Thoughts"

"Pareseltongue"

"Mind Speak"

"Location"

Chapter 4

The Angelic Ferret

Middle East London, England. 10:12 AM.

Amai Potter was not happy. Her own Aunt and Uncle had lied about her being a bloody witch!It was so wrong!

Amai let out a low growl as she looked around, ignoring the shocked looks from some of the people passing her.

Her eyes zeroed in on an old, run down bar called "The Leaky Cauldron." Amai peeked around curiously, before she grasped the handle, and she slipped in, her eyes trained solely on the sight before her.

People in robes, pointed hats, were sitting around, talking happily to one another, and they didn't seem any bit shocked at the floating cups, and floating chairs that were being cleaned around them. A barkeep, whom was hunch backed, with no hair, and a weird, creepy smile.

The man looked at her curiously, his brows furrowed, as if he didn't recognize her. Then he saw the lightning bolt scar over her left brow, and his jaw dropped, his silver eyes widening, before he yelled, "By Merlin! Amai Potter?" He asked excitedly.

Amai blinked, her head cocked to the side, before she nodded slowly, not even bothering to notice the sudden hush over the crowd around her.

As soon as she nodded she was bombarded with, "Welcome back, , welcome back," and even, "Amai Potter shook my hand! She shook my hand!"

She blinked, the blood quickly draining from her already paled face, her eyes wide as she stumbled back. She let out a squeak as she felt to hands on her waist, and herself being pulled behind someone, most likely male, from the type of body.

"Get away from her, Merlin! Can't you see your scaring her, you idiots?!" the boy shouted at the people, his eyes most likely narrowed, and a smirk probably on his face from his sarcastic tone. "You better leave, or else I'll have my father rid your family of all your Galleons!" He growled as an afterthought.

The people dispersed quickly, muttering under their breath. The boy sighed as he turned around to look at Amai, and she had to gasp as she saw him.

He had silvery blonde hair, that was gelled back to his neck, and he had an almost angelic face, though the smirk on his pale rose lips somewhat ruined the figure. He was almost a few inches taller than her own short height, he was almost 5'4. He had skin that was pale as snow, and he had a faint glint of mischief in his snow-like, cerulean hues. He was rather handsome, actually, in his black robes that swirled around him, like a shadow. He was highly attractive, though her Aunt told her not to be getting into boys for another few years.

His smirk was quickly replaced with a smile, as he looked down at her, "So are you alright?"

Amai simply nodded, trying to keep her jaw from dropping.

He nodded, the smile still on his face as he gripped her waist, pushing her towards the door in the back of the bar. He opened it up, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he watched the beautiful girl beside him. As he reached the brick wall in the back of the alley, he was interrupted by a, thick, lazy drawl of, "And just what do you think you're doing, Draco?"

The boy, Draco apparently, turned around sharply, his eyes darting the ground as he saw who it was.

The man was a carbon copy of Draco, only his hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, and he was nearly 6'2. He wore a cape, with an odd crest on the back. It had a giant "M" in it, with a snake wrapped around the letter. He also wore a black cloak, that billowed out behind him like bat wings... It scared Amai, to be honest.

"Sorry, father. The people inside were badgering this poor girl, so I kind of, erm, uh, saved her, I suppose..." Draco stuttered, his pale face flushing rather adorably.

The older version of Draco simply cocked an eyebrow, before he turned to look at Amai, his nose wrinkling slightly as he took in her tattered jeans, and camouflage tank top, her loose pony tail, and her elbow-length gloves, as well as her combat boots.

She simply put a hand on her waist, and cocked her hip to the side, an eyebrow cocked as well.

The older male simply smirked on her, which caused a snarl her to curl her lip.

"Well... And whom might you be?" He asked politely, though she could see it in his eyes, how he thought she was lower then him.

"Amai." She said shortly, her own emerald hues sparkling with annoyance.

"Amai... who?" He asked, a smirk still on his face.

"Potter." She said shortly, before she crossed her arms, an eyebrow cocking even higher.

Draco, and the man stared at her wide-eyed, before Draco finally stuttered out, "P...P...Potter?"

She simply nodded, dropping into a low bow sarcastically.

"Well..." The male's eyes narrowed, before he stared down at her, walking towards her slowly, a small sneer on his face, "Lucius Malfoy," He drawled lazily, "You already know my son, Draco. If your wondering why we were shocked... Well, in our world, you went missing 10 years ago. Somewhat shocking for you to suddenly shop up dressed up as a Muggle," She looked at him blankly, "Nonmagic folk. Anyway... " She nodded, sniggering.

"Got it, Mr.I'm-All-Powerful." She smirked wistfully.

Lucius glared at her, his eye twitching, "Well, anyway, on the night you went missing, you apprantly killed MY boss, the Dark Lord. He believed in ridding the world of the Light side, which consists of Albus Dumbledore, the Weasley family, and many others. Dumbledore most likely planned for you to be abused. Even though, legally, your supposed to be my daughter... I apologize, for you being left in whatever place you were placed."

Amai simply nodded shortly, before she turned to Draco, before she went to lean on the wall, her right shin crossing over her left, her arms crossed, "And what exactly, do you plan to do with me, in the back of a bloody alley?" She drawled, with a smirk worthy of a Malfoy.

Lucius simply rolled his eyes, before he took out a stick, from a cane she hadn't noticed he had.

He tapped it on some of the bricks that were between her and Draco, and she watched the hand movements with curiosity.

She jumped back as the wall began to curled around, the bricks vanishing, and bending in different places, before they were made into an archway.

"Welcome... To Diagon Alley, ," Lucius drawled, a smirk on his face as he watched her stumble.

She simply glared.

He simply smirked.

Then Draco simply coughed to interrupt them. They both looked at him, an eyebrow cocked, which caused Draco to cough, trying to hide a laugh.

Amai huffed at him, turning around with her arms crossed, as she stomped out of the alleyway, leaving two smirking Malfoy's in her wake.

Draco ran up to catch to her, as Lucius watched with a critical eye as his son tried to get the Potter girl to talk to him again. Ideas were already spinning in his head, as he saw Potter role her eyes, and laugh softly at something his son said, which caused a grin to cover his son's face.

Lucius felt a swell of pride in his heart for his son, already knowing what was happening between the two. He chuckled softly as Amai hit his son in the arm, which caused him to pout fakely, and rub his arm, and glaring at the girl beside him, which in turn, caused her to laugh at his expression.

Lucius shook his head, as he quickly brushed past them, waving them hurriedly along. Before he turned around to a shout, and saw his son, and the Potter girl being looked at, an eyebrow cocked, by the one and only Weasley family.

He felt his lip curl in disgust at the manipulative family, as he quickly walked over to them, listening as Molly was ranting about, "Immature dangers, by showing her face in the wizarding world at this time," and things along that nature.

Lucius placed his hand on Amai's shoulder, a glare on his face as he stared down at the plump Weasel.

"And just, what, do you think your doing with this girl, Weasley?" He drawled.

"Protecting her from Death Eaters like you!" The shortest boy growled.

Draco simply sneered at him, an eyebrow cocked, with a snigger of, "Oh, shove off, Weasel. You won't get to date this girl, nor marry her. Your just to... ugly." He said simply. Lucius watched in amusement as the boy turned an ugly shade of tomato red.

Amai snorted, putting her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter. The Weasel glared at her, his eye beginning to twitch. She simply sneered at the red headed menace.

"Plus... I'm not into red heads. I find them ugly, loud, and pompous," Amai sniffed, turning around, and she looked at Lucius with a cock of her brow, a smirk on her face, "Don't we have somewhere to be?"

Lucius nodded, sniggering under his breath as he caught Molly whispering about, "Love potions, poisons, the Imperius curse," and many other controlling poisons. He turned his back on the red headed menaces, heading his way towards the Wizarding bank, Gringotts.