Unfortunately for some of you, I was unable to fit an Umbridge torturing session into this chapter, however, considering that I somehow kind of managed to break the fourth wall while writing it… I think you can wait another chapter for one.
Here we go, one-two-three-four sort-of chapters in one.
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Career Counseling
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There were many at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry who probably should probably have reconsidered their career options.
Dumbledore was obviously senile and should have retired a long time ago.
McGonagall should have considered forcing the aforementioned man to retire and taken the position for herself.
Snape should have considered a career in research and not in teaching.
Trelawney should have considered anti-psychotic medication.
Dolores Umbridge, the newest addition to the teaching staff as the teacher of DADA, should have considered not setting her foot in the building in the first place, and even less to have picked a fight with Raven Potter.
It started with a high-pitched, breathy and girlish introduction, continued with numerous detentions for one Miss Raven Potter, and ended with a lawsuit, and it would go down in history as the "Toad War", fought between Dolores Umbridge and those loyal to her against Raven Potter and her somewhat dubious allies, the number of which only increased at the rate unpopular Educational Degrees did during Umbridge's time as the Hogwarts High Inquisitor. For the record, Raven Potter emerged victorious and earned herself the title Toad Toaster, a nickname which forever left her mystified for reasons quite obvious to any muggleborn. Toad Roaster was also used on occasion, but Toad Toaster became the most widespread. But more details on that later.
Regardless of which, many of those residing within the walls of Hogwarts were in great need of some career counseling, and one day, it was Raven's turn.
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The armchair she was sitting in was not very comfy and it was as though it had been designed to make people feel nervous when sitting in it, and especially so when stared at by not only one but two people sitting on much more comfortable-looking ones in the room. The stern eyes of Minerva McGonagall rested on her, as she had, for some inadequately explained reason, been the one to appear to give her career counsel instead of the one who should have, namely Severus Snape, since he was her Head of House and all.
Not that Raven herself could blame him; who on Earth would spend more time than necessary around Dolores Umbridge if one could avoid it, especially if it was to discuss a matter which was overall fairly pointless since Raven already had plans.
"So…" McGonagall started, a bit awkwardly. "Miss Potter…"
"Potter-Black le Fay," Raven corrected with a smug look on her face, sneaking a glance at Umbridge when she did so. Since she knew for a fact that Toady liked pure blood and fancy titles and that she as a matter of fact hated her guts, what better way to provoke her with than to flaunt her noble – royal – ties, courtesy of her future self's adventures in the past?
Umbridge furiously jotted down notes on her piece of parchment.
"Miss Potter-Black le Fay…" McGonagall continued, her voice sounding a bit forced. "Have you given any serious thought to your future career?"
"I have," Raven amiably responded, twirling a stray lock of black hair between her fingers.
McGonagall's eyebrow twitched slightly, but she retained her composure.
"So…" she said, shuffling the papers she had before her. "What do you intend to do with your life? What do you want to become?"
"An arsonist," Raven responded, deadpan.
"A what?" McGonagall questioned, kicking up an eyebrow in mystification.
Umbridge coughed in her hand. "Hem hem…"
McGonagall ignored her, focusing her attention towards the child, the teen, before her. "What?"
"I said… I want to be an arsonist," Raven repeated, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"An… Arsonist?" McGonagall finally repeated, frowning.
"Yep," Raven readily admitted, leaning backwards into the chair. "My only real talent."
"Hem hem…"
This time around, McGonagall turned towards Umbridge, frowning. "What?"
"What is an… arsonist, exactly and what qualities are needed?" Umbridge inquired, sounding sickeningly sweet as she did so.
"I believe I can answer that," Raven responded, smiling. "An arsonist starts fires and there's no real need for special qualifications, but I believe I am in fact overqualified since I'm immune to burns."
"Hem hem… Isn't that illegal?" Umbridge inquired.
"Do I look like I care whether it's legal or not?" Raven shot back, smiling dangerously as she did so.
McGonagall, obviously sensing the impending catastrophe, decided to put out the fire before it had any chance to spread. "That's enough Miss Potter-Black le Fay," she said. "Regardless of what career you may be considering, I can almost guarantee that you will succeed. Your talents are truly extraordinary."
She looked as though the mere act of uttering those words had left her in severe physical pain, but she uttered them no less and Raven found that she had attained new respect for the stern teacher before her.
"Hem hem…" Umbridge coughed. "I beg to differ."
"And no one cares…" Raven idly added.
"That's another weeks of detention, Miss Potter," Umbridge sweetly responded, but Raven herself ignored her.
"Miss Potter-Black le Fay," McGonagall said, trying to get back to the issue at hand. "What do you plan to do when you leave Hogwarts?"
There was silence.
"...I intend to burn this very castle to the ground…" Raven eventually responded, her face deadpan.
"Why?" Minerva McGonagall eventually inquired, frowning.
"Two reasons," Raven said, holding up two fingers and ticking them off one by one. "Because I can and because I need some warm-up before burning down Azkaban."
"That is preposterous!" Umbridge shouted, foregoing her usual coughing ritual.
McGonagall on the other hand retained her cool. "And why, exactly, would Miss le Fay want to do that?" she inquired.
"Well…" Raven responded after a brief silence. "Actually, it's a request from my godfather. After I'm done with that I'm repeating it with the Ministry."
"Fantasies," Umbridge hissed. "There's no way that is even remotely…"
"Oh, it is possible alright," Raven responded, sending her a shark like smile. "I've been waiting to do it for a long time, since I came here actually."
"Still, why Hogwarts?" McGonagall inquired.
"Hogwarts in itself isn't that bad," Raven amiably responded. "Besides the fact that it segregates the students, encourages House rivalries and doesn't have enough competent teachers, especially in the area of Defense Against the Dark Arts…" Saying that last part, she sent a suggestive leer in the direction of the High Inquisitor.
"Indeed, I must agree about the fact that we need reforms, but really, setting it on fire isn't going to accomplish that," McGonagall responded, her voice and demeanor cool but Raven could still sense that she agreed with her, at least on some level.
Raven smiled. "Put forth a convincing argument if you will, Prof."
Minerva McGonagall sighed, looking quite old all of a sudden. Then she reached out to her desk, picked up a plate and presented it before her.
"Raven… Have a cookie."
Raven's smile broadened. "Chocolate flavor. My favorite. You know me far too well…"
And thus, the career counseling ended, without accomplishing anything besides the salvation of Hogwarts, and it would later on become known as the day when Minerva McGonagall, bargained for Hogwarts' continued existence in exchange for a chocolate chip cookie. History would later know it as The Cookie Bargain.
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It was soon after this event that Dolores Umbridge tried to use a blood quill on the young Miss Potter-Black, something which landed her straight into court with a lawsuit on her ass, and even though she somehow managed to stay out prison for that one she was still found a few days later, foaming from the mouth while speaking gibberish, and was soon admitted to St. Mungos where she was pronounced to be insane.
This mattered very little to anyone though, as no one had really liked her anyway. It didn't matter much to Fudge either, since his political career was ruined by then anyway.
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… And with yet another obstacle gone from her path, Raven went on going head to head with the big foe, as the old coot once again tried to get his act together in order to save the world from Voldemort once and for all… or something along those lines.
In reality, Raven had stopped caring long ago.
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"So…" Raven said, once again studying the interior of Dumbledore's office with pretended interest - exactly how many times had she been in there again? – all while not looking at the old coot sitting behind the desk, staring her down with a serious expression on his face. "The reason as to why Voldemort comes back every time I kill him isn't because he's a zombie, but because he has these horcruxes…"
A solemn nod from the old coot.
Raven was so bored. For how much longer did she have to keep on doing this charade and act all surprised and seething over information she had already been aware of for years. "And why wasn't I told about this very vital piece of information before?"
That was actually a very good question, but it probably had the default answer "It was for the Greater Good" just like every other question of any kind of remote importance one posed to the old coot.
"You weren't ready to…"
… Other than maybe the "You were too young…" / "You weren't ready…" one.
Raven rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Okay, screw this.
"Screw this. I was born ready. You and your constant manipulations are really pissing me off."
"The prophecy…"
Screw this; I'm not doing this anymore.
"I know the prophecy and I don't care," she said, getting to her feet. "I'm only after Voldy because it's either him or me. After I've gotten rid of him, you're next."
She was serious about that one.
"Now, now… Raven."
"Miss le Fay."
"Miss Potter…"
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
"Let me get this straight," Raven said, turning her head and staring straight at him. "I am not the Girl-Who-Lived, not a mere weapon to be discarded at anyone's convenience, not a scapegoat for anyone to use, not a heroine one moment and a lunatic in the next. I am not to be discarded depending on the mood of this hypocritical society that has continuously denied me my rights - my fortune, my privacy, my integrity - all for the sake of people like you, along with those you have continuously called 'innocents'. Innocent of what? They are just as guilty as the rest of us, if not guiltier."
Wait… had she ever been hailed as a heroine in this world?
On second thought… who the Hell even cared about that sort of thing anyway?
"I am no one's heroine and I am a thoroughly selfish individual with no interest to help anyone unless I myself benefit from it in some kind of way," she continued. "As for what I really am, I am a pyromaniac of questionable sanity with no interest whatsoever in playing the heroine in this story. That's it. The end. I'm not doing this anymore."
Dumbledore looked up, but she was already gone, having disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Dumbledore stared, blinked, stared some more, and then he put his wand away. He removed his half-moon glasses and pinched at the bridge of his nose, fully convinced that he had dreamed it all up.
Maybe I should seriously consider retiring? He mused.
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The Plot for World Domination
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"It's no good," a brown-haired girl with a braid sighed, leaning back into her chair and adjusting her glasses. "She's not cooperating."
"Well, duh," another girl, dark-haired and green-eyed, replied as she hung over the backrest, staring at the document which was up on the computer screen. "You created her as someone who would not obey the rules, so what the Hell did you expect? She is unstable after all…"
"She was created to play according to my rules, not to diverge from my divine script," the braided girl shot back, typing furiously on her laptop. "I can't have this."
The dark-haired girl barely managed to hold back a smirk.
"So… you basically want to create a Deus Ex Machina to solve all your problems for you?" she said, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Again?"
The braided girl looked up, her eyes fixated on the screen for a few seconds. Then a vicious smile started spreading across her face and she turned around in her seat, facing the other girl with a smile.
"Why create a Deus Ex Machina when I already have one right here with me?" she asked, smiling brightly. "Isn't that right, Kuro?"
The dark-haired girl, otherwise known as Kurozaia, rolled her eyes.
"No," she then said, deadpan. "Send someone else."
Zaia tilted her head to the side, considering it.
"Got any suggestions?" she then asked, tilting her head to the other side.
"I don't care," Kurozaia replied with an exasperated sigh. "…As long as it's not me."
She paused briefly, then raised her index finger and smiled dangerously. "Attempt to send me over there and I'll skewer you," she then announced. "Seriously."
"Zaia, you should go," a bespectacled young woman said as she appeared in the doorway. "It's your mess, so clean it up yourself."
"The Inner Editor has spoken," Kurozaia lazily announced. She waved dismissingly, "Now shoo, shoo… I have stories to update."
"Aw, come on!" Zaia protested. "Help me out?"
"Not interested," Kurozaia replied, flopping down into an armchair before pulling a chocolate bar out of her pocket.
"Fine," the Inner Editor sighed. "I'll go in there and talk to her, alright?"
Zaia gave her thumbs up.
Kurozaia, still munching on chocolate, gave her thumbs down.
The Inner Editor waved dismissingly, made her way up to the computer and held out her hand towards it. She sighed again before looking up, looking determined. "I'm going in."
"Have a safe trip," the remaining two responded, one with a fair deal of enthusiasm while the other lacked it completely.
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Raven Potter sat on a stony beach on an island in the middle of nowhere, throwing rocks into the water. She was bored, yet such a seemingly pointless activity as throwing rocks into the sea seemed to be the most meaningful activity she had dedicated herself to in a very long time, something which said a lot about her life in general.
She had left Hogwarts, left Sirius, left the Wizarding world, left the human world; she had left them all for her own world of solitude, her own world of aimless wanderings. It was a life without meaning, but had there ever been meaning to her life in the first place?
From day one it was just expectations, expectations, expectations. Be a heroine, join the Light, kill Voldemort, get revenge. It was just… meaningless.
"I can't do this anymore," she sighed, closing her eyes.
"Why not?" a voice suddenly asked and she looked up, startled, only then noticing the bespectacled young woman sitting next to her, staring thoughtfully into the mist that had drifted in over the sea. She stared at the woman intensively for a few moments before returning to the activity of throwing stones into the misty waters.
"Do I know you?" she then asked, feigning disinterest.
"Probably not," the other replied. She didn't elaborate.
A brief silence settled between them.
"So…" Raven finally said after a while. "Why are you here then?"
Eyes gazed at her for a few moments before the other woman… or girl since she was quite short and young-looking and all… once again stared out at the sea with a distant look on her face.
"I was sent here to talk some sense into you, but I honestly don't know what to say," she finally admitted. "But… I guess I could start with introducing myself..." she paused briefly before continuing, looking back at her again. "I'm the Inner Editor, an embodiment of what little Common Sense can be found in the somewhat deranged fan fiction authoress who created you. You may call me Hena."
Raven's eyebrow twitched. Great, another weirdo in my life.
"Anyways," Hena said, getting to her feet. "As for the whole talking sense into you, let's just get it over with, shall we?"
Raven stared at her in silence.
"Are you coming or what?" Hena asked, extending a hand towards her.
Raven stared at the hand for a moment. Then she reached out and took it.
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"So…" Raven said as they made their way up onto a high hill somewhere. "How do you intend to go about talking some sense into me or whatever you were sent here to do anyway?"
"The authoress let me know that you were rather uncooperative in… 'Her Divine Script' or something along those lines," Hena answered with a shrug. "…Which makes you kind of stupid actually…"
Raven Potter certainly did not appreciate being referred to as stupid. A silent voice started chanting in her head. Torch her, torch her, torch her…
"And you're probably itching to use that flame of yours on me right now, but it's no use," Hena responded, her voice bland as she surveyed the landscape. "I am not a creation of this world; hence I cannot be destroyed by you."
"Pity," Raven responded, suppressing a sudden urge to put it to the test. "Then tell me, why am I stupid?"
Hena sighed.
"As a character in a story you hold a certain role and in order to get out of a story you need to fulfill it," she said, tilting her head to the side. "You refuse to fulfill your role and still want this story to end; you can't have both… and by refusing to fulfill the role you've been given you are simply prolonging your own suffering and this story as well, hence you are an idiot in my eyes."
"And if I were to… commit suicide or get myself killed or something?" Raven asked, staring at the clouds in the sky. "Wouldn't the story end then?"
An amused chuckle was heard.
"Well…" Hena then said. "Normally, it would. However, unfortunately for you, this author is rather stubborn and would no doubt use some hidden plot device to resurrect you or even do a rewind and make you go through it all over again… sadists they are, the authors."
"Amen to that," Raven agreed. It did make sense, considering that she herself was a part-time author. "Anyways, since you seem like you know everything, can you tell me what I need to do in order to put this story to an end and leave it?"
Hena snorted, sticking a hand into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out a piece of paper, staring at it with a disinterested look on her face for a few seconds before speaking.
"Let's see here now," she said, reading from the note. "Apparently the 'evil' authoress wants you to… hunt down and destroy all horcruxes… make sure the old coot dies a slow agonizing death… meet the Dark Lord in a death match… torch a lot of places… write a best-selling book titled 'Raven Potter and the Plot for World Domination'… achieve world domination… and so on and so forth. These were the only ones I actually bothered remembering."
Raven snatched the note and stared at it, speechless. What… the… Hell?
"My tip is that you take them in that order," Hena said, shrugging mildly. "If I remember correctly, in this particular world you have already dealt with the Diary and the Diadem in school, the Locket and the Cup during your time with Sirius… which leaves the Gaunt Ring, the snake and of course… you yourself, but that one comes last."
"I think Fay already told me this once," Raven said.
"Fay told you a lot of things," Hena responded. "But in the end she was just like you, a character playing a role, saying only what is written in the script and acting according to it, following the authoress' every whim. I'm different though."
"How so?" Raven questioned, directing her eyes towards the person in question.
"As already mentioned once, I am not a creation of this world and hence I don't need to obey its rules," Hena replied, shrugging again. "I am here simply to make sure you fulfill the role which has been assigned to you… preferably as soon as possible since there's a TV show I would like to catch…"
Raven stared at her, partially in disbelief and partially with a certain kind of liking.
"Since you do not need to obey the rules of this story, doesn't that equal you being able to do whatever the Hell you want?" she then asked, tilting her head to the side.
"In theory, yes," Hena replied with a hint of amusement.
Raven's smile grew wide and she pulled out her ballpoint pen and notebook, wrote something down and showed it to Hena, who read the note with interest. Then she chuckled and clapped her hands.
"So clever, so clever…"
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"Oh, would you look at that," Kurozaia said, whistling as she leaned closer to the screen. "Your Deus Ex Machina just hijacked your story. Extreme fail."
Zaia face-palmed.
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Epilogue
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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Raven Potter. She also went by many other names – Darcie le Fay and so on and so forth – and just like most other OCs she was ridiculously talented and overpowered. She was a pyromaniac of questionable sanity who carried no ambitions whatsoever to be the heroine in this story, and she held no particular ambitions to rule the world either. This however was a thing which didn't sit too well with the story's authoress…
Several meaningless cross-dimensional time travels and subplots later, Raven Potter finally snaps.
Then, a Deus Ex Machina appears to set things right.
Maybe.
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The Girl Who Lived – Redux
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A pair of green eyes snapped open, staring up at a… what-did-you-call-that-again? Mobile? Strange-spinning-device-hanging-above-the-crib?
"Aiiiidangiafakvaiiitiiiz," came the reply from the green-eyed baby in the crib. "…"
Okay, so one-year-old Raven Potter lay in her crib, was possessed by her soul sent back in time to prevent… something or another.
"," Raven Potter gurgled, still not used to the state of her vocal cords, and body for that matter. "."
…
A pair of green eyes snapped open, staring up at some random toy hanging above. Raven Potter lay in her crib, blinking as she had yet to adjust to having possessed her one-year-old self in an attempt to put an end to the story of the Girl-Who-Lived before it even began.
The day was October the 31st, in the year 1981.
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The Dark Lord made his dramatic entrance, killed her parents, turned his wand on her and had just started on the first few syllables of the renowned death curse when something rather odd happened.
Baby Raven narrowed her eyes and then, using all her willpower to get her legs to obey her, she jumped out of the crib and impacted on the baffled face of Lord Voldemort, grabbing onto his ears for support before proceeding to use her surprisingly thick skull to head-butt said Dark Lord repeatedly while the blood magic cast by her mother just started to take effect, conveniently enough. The Dark Lord cried out in agony at having great parts of his face burnt off, but before long he managed to dislodge the aggressive toddler from his face and sent her into a wall before grabbing at his wand.
Vicious green eyes, narrowed in what appeared to be anger, glimmered as the child got up from the floor, swaying a bit before raising her hand, pointing towards him as if mimicking his own pose, only without the wand.
"Taaaamriiiidddeeel…" the child spoke, just as a glow started emitting from her entire being. "Yuuuniiiidanaaaadahaaaabby. Naaaodaiiiii."
And so, the Dark Lord perished.
But he still had the horcruxes left so Raven would simply have to hunt those down later.
The link to the Dark Lord had been terminated.
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Rubeus Hagrid entered the wrecked house, looking for survivors but finding none. He had been sent to retrieve young Raven Potter and bring her to Dumbledore, but she was nowhere to be found. Had she too perished in the wreckage?
Meanwhile, Raven Potter, still in her child body, hid beneath a couple of bushes, contemplating on which direction she wanted to take the plot. Getting to Sirius and getting him to get her into Grimmauld Place would certainly save her a lot of trouble, but how would she be able to get to Sirius when he arrived without Hagrid finding her and bringing her to the old coot?
Damn, being in a child body was so inconvenient. She had pretty much used up pretty much all the magic she had at her disposal and if she used any more then she'd no doubt land herself in some sort of coma. Maybe she should just lay low and wait for them to go away and pray to some authoress up these that none of them would think about casting a Point-Me spell? Then again, Hagrid's wand was in pieces and wouldn't work properly anyway so unless…
The roar of a motorcycle brought her back to reality and she caught a glimpse of the flying vehicle before once again diving back beneath the bushes, waiting.
Sirius Black met up with Hagrid, talked, worried, despaired, and then, rather unexpectedly, Sirius suggested that Hagrid would take his motorbike to Dumbledore and report while he stayed and continued looking. It took a bit of persuasion, but he somehow managed to convince a rather reluctant Hagrid to do just that and as soon as Hagrid had taken off Raven let out a relieved sigh.
Sirius Black took one look at the house, his expression steely, before silent years started running down his cheeks and his expression started turning into a grimace. The rustle of leaves made him look up, startled, pulling out his wand.
"Kaaaamhiiiiiir, Paaaaddofutt…"
Sirius Black froze up as small shape draped in a dark mantle appeared from the shadows, making its way towards him on unsteady legs. Green eyes - so old, so cold - pierced him, paralyzing him.
"Kaaamhiiir," the cloaked figure repeated, extending a chubby baby hand towards him. "Paddi."
Sirius blinked, finally recognizing his own godchild. Still unnerved, yet throwing all caution aside as he was swept away by a sudden feeling of desperation, Sirius walked up towards her, crouching down next to her so that their faces were almost at the same level.
"Raven?" he asked, somewhat hesitantly.
The child smiled at him, holding onto his finger with both of her hands.
"Yuunoliiiiv, rai Paddy?" she asked.
"I won't leave," Sirius repeated, all his earlier thoughts of tracking down Pettigrew forgotten. "I won't leave. Never again. I promise."
"Pwomise?" Raven asked, tilting her head to the side. "Unbweakabul vaaaao?"
Sirius smiled down at his seemingly inquisitive little goddaughter; at this rate, she was bound to end up in Ravenclaw, but he supposed that it wasn't too bad, not bad at all in fact. He had already lost Lily and James; he would make sure he wouldn't lose her too. He would need to see to the whereabouts of Pettigrew eventually, but the damage had already been done and now his goddaughter, who was right before him, needed him and he would be damned before he let anyone take her away from him now that he had lost almost all other things he cherished.
"Maybe later," Sirius finally replied, lifting her from the ground and onto his arms. "But for now, I'll give you my word."
"Prongs and Lily are gone now, but as your dogfather I guess I've got to keep you safe, huh?" Sirius continued after a brief moment of silence. "The best way to do so would be to leave this place… so how about a great new adventure for just the two of us, little Raven? Remus can come along too later on, but only if he asks nicely, right?"
There was a slight giggle from the baby in his arms. Grayish eyes looked down at her with fondness, sorrow and just a hint of insanity.
Raven Potter lay there, content where she was in the arms of her godfather as he disapparated, heading off to locations and adventures unknown, bringing her along for the ride.
Game over, she inwardly said, closing her eyes. This is the end of the tale of Raven Potter.
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And then the authoress thought, I think not.
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Intensively green eyes snapped open, staring up at the ever-familiar interior of the dark cupboard back at Privet Drive.
Her enraged screams echoed within the house.
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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had always considered themselves a perfectly normal couple, living in a perfectly normal neighborhood with their perfectly normal son Dudley, who they adored above all else. As they were already living a fairly happy normal life, neither Vernon nor Petunia found themselves particularly overjoyed when they discovered their niece Raven Potter neatly deposited on their doorstep like a morning newspaper.
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Little did they know that the feeling was very much mutual.
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This is the end of the story of Raven Potter, but also the beginning, to the unwilling protagonist's obvious dismay.
Meanwhile, in the background, Hena the Inner Editor shares a high-five with Kurozaia over the successful(?) completion of the project we ourselves have privately dubbed Raven Potter and The Never-Ending Parody.
I would privately like to thank all the readers who have actually managed to read this piece of crap till the very end (God knows why) and all those who actually bothered to leave a review.
I would also like to apologize for this piece of fiction; it started out as a ridiculous thing, a thought, a counter reaction to having read numerous fanfics, most of them related to concepts such Dark!Harry or time travel or both (and also, Girl!Harry).
One thing led to another and it eventually led to this.
Anyways, you lived through it so good for you.
Zaia is off to pursue other interests.
Cheers! (Stay tuned for the extras; they should be around soon enough. Maybe.)