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...

Note2: I can understand readers have preferences with what they read (I know I do) and I'll take criticism when it's called for...I may not have said outright in the summary that it's a female character but in that first chapter, you read Ms. Potter so there's your hint...also it's called creative expression, I as the author make changes as I see fit...if you don't like it, don't read it...with that said, enjoy!

I apparated to Gringotts and had Dobby placed on my vault and had the goblins trade some wizarding money into Muggle currency. I had the goblins arrange a special treat for the Weasleys by hiring a magical contractor to expand their house, giving each person a separate room and a giant kitchen with the work being done in days not months. I left Diagon Alley and went shopping. I bypassed the regular stores and bought some high end, high fashion clothes. I could have easily used magic to conjure or transfigure clothes but, hey I'm also a 14 year old girl. Besides magic was going to do my hair and makeup.

I did one last thing before leaving Muggle London. I had thought about one for a year but would have had to wait another 4 years but I knew that it wasn't going to happen. In a dark alley, I aged myself and transfigured a government ID card from a piece of trash.

The bell over the door jingled as I entered. The man came out from behind a curtain and smiled. His arms and chest were covered in ink and had several piercings, most in his ears but had his labret done.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I know I don't have an appointment but I'd like to get a tattoo."

"Sure. My next appointment cancelled. Fill these out and then we'll start."

I filled out the forms, lying about the year I was born and cast a slight Notice Me Not charm on the paperwork. He briefly glanced at my ID and then smiled again.

"OK. So do you know what you want and where it's going to go?"

I showed him what I wanted and told him where. The smile never left his face. I checked him out with my magic and he was clean. No Dark Mark or scent of Dark magic.

"Latin, eh? Pretty impressive for your first piece. Alright, come on back and we'll get started."

As the needle fluttered across my skin and marked its path in black, a sense of normalcy and euphoria filled my mind. At that moment, I wasn't a Death mage, or the Chosen One, and certainly no longer Vernon Dursley's play thing. I was simply Arya Potter. I let the prickling sensation take over and zoned out.

"All done," the artist said about an hour and a bit later.

I opened my eyes and smiled widely when I saw it. He applied a bit of ointment over top before covering it up. He told me the aftercare instructions but with one potion, it'll be healed and none of this 'apply ointment frequently and no soaking' nonsense.

"It's perfect. Thank you," I replied as I paid him and gave him a huge tip.

"It's my pleasure. When they find out about it, don't tell them about me. I don't want Dumbledore and his gang of wizards making any trouble for me because I tattooed their precious Girl Who Lived."

"How?"

"Not all wizards stay within the magical world. I left after the first war when the love of my life was killed in a raid. Magic killed her so I put it all behind me. Haven't touch a wand or performed magic in 13 years. But I knew who you were when you walked in. You look exactly like Lily did."

"Thank you again and don't worry. No one will know where I got it done. I'm not their innocent, naïve little girl anymore."

I left the shop and apparated back to Godric's Hollow. I cancelled the aging charm and magically unpacked my purchases. Since I still had time before my guests arrive, I wrote notes to Dumbledore and Sirius. I summoned my black owl Hades (I laugh now at the reasoning behind the name) and instructed him to deliver the letters but not in a rush.

After a relaxing bath, a healing potion, and selecting clothes I was downstairs in the front room awaiting for the first group of friends. I felt the wards shift and Neville and his parents appeared in the room.

"Welcome but if you just move aside for 1 second, the Weasleys should be on their way. With Remus coming last."

They shifted over to me and we waited for the redheads. Five people appeared and only one kept her balance. The witch spotted me and was quick to envelope me in her arms.

"Arya Potter, how dare you run out on the Headmaster. He's worried sick," she scolded.

"Worried sick my arse," I breathed.

Mrs. Weasley spotted Alice and Frank and was startled to see them. Neville proudly introduced his parents to the younger Weasleys as I sat back and watched. A second later, the wards alerted me that Remus was coming in. The werewolf appeared not a moment later. He smiled at me but his face fell when he saw the Longbottoms.

"Arya, where are we?" Ginny asked.

I looked to Remus and saw that he recognized the house and belongings but he kept quiet.

"Your hair! Wicked," the twins exclaimed.

"You ruined your lovely hair. What would…what's that on your arm?" Mrs. Weasley screamed.

"I love you like a mum, Mrs. Weasley but do shut up. If you'd give me a chance, I'll explain."

But she wouldn't quiet. She scolded and tried to vanish the tattoo so I used a silencing spell on her. Her children's eyes went wide while the Longbottoms and Remus smiled.

"Thank you. There's a lot for me to say so if you'd remain quiet this won't take long. We're at Godric's Hollow. I live here now. I will never be going back to the Dursleys and unless Dumbledore explains a few things to my liking, I won't be going back to Hogwarts.

"The girl you all knew at the end of term is gone, dead and buried. While I'm still me, I've also become more than that. Alice and Frank know what I'm talking about. I helped bring them out of the state they were in. But I'll get to that soon. First, refreshments? Dobby!"

The house elf appeared with drinks and food and left us alone. I knew I'd have to tell them pretty much everything so I calmed myself and looked at my extended family.

"Thirteen years ago, Lily Potter sacrificed herself to save me. Because of it, I defeated Voldemort, got the scar, and the stupid name of the Girl Who Lived. Her sacrifices also started something in motion that wouldn't have come into play until I was 17 but something this summer set it free.

"Ron, Neville, you asked at the beginning of second and third years if everything was alright at the Dursleys and I had said yes. I lied. Life with the Dursleys was never great but since I started at Hogwarts, it only got worse. I did get my own room rather than the cupboard under the stairs but I'd rather live there than tending to my own wounds. This summer took it up from physical and emotional abuse to something no girl should have to go through.

"After one blood and painful session, I snapped. It was like something in me came alive. I magically flung Vernon into the wall and when the Aurors came, I was taken to Hogwarts to be healed. I briefly passed out but it was then that the magic inside me was released. I yelled it out with Snape and left. I headed to St. Mungo's where I healed Alice, Frank, and Neville. I dealt with a few other problems before coming here. Today, my birthday, is the beginning of a new life. One that might not be very long but a new life either way," I whispered the last part.

I took a sip of tea and let them digest what I've told them. I knew I left a few things open but I needed them to ask rather than me telling them. I removed the spell on Mrs. Weasley and waited.

"What did you become?" Ron asked.

"A mage. I know the secrets of the past, have nearly an unlimited supply of magic, the ability or do whatever I want, and no remorse for doing it."

"Doing what?" Remus asked.

"Bringing justice to those who deserve it. I have right a few wrongs but there are a few I can't. I cannot bring back the dead but I can summon a spirit to talk to them. I saw my parents this morning."

"That's Dark Magic," Mrs. Weasley gasped.

"Nothing is just black and white. Any Light spell could be used for Dark purposes as is the opposite. The killing curse had been created for slaughtering animals until a wizard decided to use it against another person.

"The magic I used to bring Alice and Frank back to the living is similar to the Imperius curse. While one makes a person's mind under the control of another, I had to force their minds to break down the barrier they put up to protect themselves by remembering the good times. Both examples are of mind magic and could be considered Dark.

"I know you don't approve, Mrs. Weasley, but I know what needs to happen. When I became a mage, I understood why and what would happen. If I had stayed the epitome of Light and went up against Voldemort, I would have died and he would have won. Life as you know it would have turned. By being a mage, I have power that he doesn't and the prophecy will be completed."

"You know," Frank said.

"I know all the secrets of the past since the last mage of my kind. I know how Voldemort became what he is, I know about the prophecy, I know that Dumbledore isn't as pure as he makes himself be seen, I know about the loss you suffered when Bellatrix Lestrange hit you with that first Cruciatus curs. I know how and when I'll die but not before I take the deserving ones with me."

"What loss, Mum? What is she referring to?" Neville asked.

"We found out a couple days before that I was pregnant again. You would have been a big brother."

"I'll kill her," my normally calmed friend seethed.

"Already done along with the Lestrange brothers. She did the same thing to the Malfoys."

"What?"

"Made a little visit to Azkaban. The brothers experienced a sudden case of spontaneous combustion and with Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy had the pleasure. He believed his sister-in-law was about to kill his wife and killed her instead."

"Why would he think that?"

I turned into Narcissa Malfoy and then changed back. I called an end to story hour and invited them to accompany me to the backyard. I had it set up with toys and games. It was my birthday after all. Mrs. Weasley was hesitant and I told her to voice her opinions.

"How do I know you won't hurt my children?"

"I have complete control over my magic and I'd do anything to protect those I love. No harm will come to anyone."

The afternoon was spent being happy and carefree. I could feel the owls trying to get through the wards but only one could do that and Hades was out. Eventually I had Dobby collect the Hogwarts letters and after dinner, I handed them out.

"Are you still coming to the Quidditch World Cup?" Ron asked.

"If your mum will still let me."

"Of course. You too, Neville dear?"

"I want to spend time with my parents."

"Bring them. I've got some pull. Besides the news of your parents will be considered old news by then and everyone will focus on the game."

"What news? How will they find out?"

"It'll be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. As will the escapes from Azkaban and Cornelius Fudge's removal as Minister. Didn't you know that Fudge was there when the Lestranges disappeared? Several guards saw him go in but he didn't come out and then the prisoners were gone."

"Where was he really?" Alice asked.

"Entertaining a young Muggle woman in a seedy part of London. Naturally he obliviated her so he has no alibi. He won't be sent to Azkaban or anything serious, just removed as Minister."

"You know the future too."

"No. A certain reporter at the Daily Prophet happened to receive an anonymous letter," I smirked.