Adopted from TheNorwegianAuthor.
Warning: Contains child prostitution, incest, semigraphic sex/masturbation and meantion of pedophillia.
Jasmine Yuri Potter`s POV:
I was completly silent as I saw the body laying on the floor. My Mama. I looked her sprawled out body, then her hands which was spread out on the floor like shielding it.
Her emerald green eyes were wide open. Why were they open? She was sleeping, so why was her eyes open?
I tore my gaze away from her and stared accusingly at the pale, dark haired man before my crib.
He looked hungrily down at me while laughing the most high-pitched, evil laugh my poor baby ears ever had the unfortunate fate to hear. I placed my pudgy, baby hands over my ears as I glared at the man who got my Mama to sleep.
He stopped laughing and said something.
He pointed his stick at me like he did to Mama.
I took my hands away from my ears right as he said,"Avada Kedavra!"
There was a bright emerald green light, which had the same color as my Mamas eyes. I shrieked as the light struck my forehead as everything around me exploded.
After a while the pain subsided and I looked around seeing that the creepy man was gone - and so was half the wall and ceiling. My Mama still sleeped on the ground.
"MAMA!", I called to wake her. She woulden`t wake up!
"MAMA!", I called again without luck.
Why wouldn`t she wake up?
"DADA!" I screamed for Dada to come wake Mama up. I couldn`t hear Dada walk up the stair - in fact I couldn`t hear anything...
"DADA!... PA`FOOT... PADDY, IOURUS... M`OONY, IMEUS... DADA!... AOUNTY `LICE?, UCLE F`ANK. N`VILLE... AOUNTY M`RLENEEEE!... GAM`PA, GAM`MA!... DADA! MAMA!", I called out for every person I knew, except Wormy... I didn`t like him, he gave of the same evil feeling as the creepy man.
Nobody came.
I shrieked so long my throat burned and the tears gushed down my cheeks.
After a while I lost my hope that anybody would come or that Mama would ever wake up and began to sob. My throat, nose and eyes hurt, nobody came when I call and my head hurts.
I was almost asleep again when I heard the door open.
I listened intently on the faint footsteps downstairs.
"MERLIN!... NO. No, no, no - PRONGS..." The person which I figured was a man began to sob.
"James, I-I-I`m so so-s-sorry, h-how could w-w-worm-t-tail... Prongs!"
I knew that voice.
"PA`FOOT, PADDY, IOURUS, PA`FOOT!", I screamed at the top of my already demaged lungs.
I heard him walk slowly up the stairs and my hope rose.
"PA`FOOT, PA'FOOT!"
The footsteps ran towards my nursery.
"IOURUS, PA`FOOT, PA`FOOT-" I stopped screaming as he walked into the nursery.
He stod still in the doorway and locked eyes with me.
His stormey grey-blue eyes was red and puffy and he had tear tracks down his sorrow-struck face.
"Jamille," He let out a breath.
He took a step towards me, but stopped and locked at Mama.
"Lily," he sobbed silently, before tearing his eyes away from her and walking over to my crib.
I held up my arms as he looked down at me.
"UP," I demanded hoarsley.
He lifted me from my crib and held me thight against his chest his face planted in my messy, black hair.
I somehow understood that I wouldn`t be returning home anytime soon.
"P`ongs, Moonie and Paddy," I asked him and pointed sharply at my plush stag, wolf and dog.
Whenever I went with Padfoot he took my stuffed animals with him in an little green scaly bag he had around his neck. He gave them to me if I couldn`t sleep or if I was crying. He had other things in his moke-skin bag too.
He shrunked my plushies as ordered before placing them inside his bag.
"You survived. You are alive," his voice shaked a little, "It`s okay, I`m gonna keep you safe. Peter is gonna regret the day he betrayed the Marauders, I promise," he said in an soothing voice, "Remus wasn`t the traitor... Moony is innocent! I`m so, so sorry... to all of you!"
I stared at Padfoot as he ranted about how sorry he was.
"Pa`foot," I said as I tugged at his long, shiny black hair.
"Huh?" He looked down at me.
I locked my eyes in his as I said, "No Sorry, Pa`foot not sorry; Creepy-man sorry."
He paled as he locked down at me, "You're right, it is the creepy mans fault. Both Voldemort and Peter`s fault. But if it wasn`t for me it wouldn`t happen," he told me angrily.
He opened the door and walked toward his big, black motorcycle.
"No Pa`foot faou-elt," I told him seriously.
He smiled down at me through his tears.
"Thanks, Kiddo," he whispered.
"Where Dada an Moony," I asked him.
Before he could answer, there was a popping sound and an huge, hairy man stood ten meters from us.
I stared at him before looking up at Padfoot.
"Who dat," I asked him.
"Haggrid," Padfoot answered while I stared at the giant man.
`Haggrid` came over to us.
"James an` Lily..." he began but Padfoot stopped him.
"Dead," said Padfoot, his voice laced with heartbreaking grief.
"An Lil `Amille here," he asked.
"She is okay, except a cut on her forehead. What are you doing here," Padfoot asked suspiciously.
"Erm..." Haggrid sounded nervous, "Dumbl`or told me ta take littl `Amille te `er Aunt," he grumbled.
"WHAT!" Padfoot shouted, "I`m her GODFATHER! Her parents are dead! She is MY responsibility. Dumbledore has NO RIGHT to take her! She needs me!"
"Won`t it be better if `er could go te `er famile," Haggrid asked, sounding sheepish.
"NO!" Padfoot exclaimed.
"Sirius, I `ave ter take`er ter `er aunt," Haggrid said, the pink umbrella in his hand twitching, "It was Dumbl`ors orders!"
I stared at Haggrid, finally understanding what they were talking about.
"NOOOOO, BE WITH PA`FOOT. NOT LEAVE PA`FOOT!" I cried out in panic.
Padfoot took off his mole-bag necklace and hang it shakily around my head.
"Take my bike and get her to safety, Haggrid," he said as he handed me over.
"PA`FOOOOOOOOOOOOT!" I screamed.
"Padfoot, don`t leave me!" I whispered as I opened my eyes. I rubbed away the tears with the back of my hand.
I had relived that exact dream countless times.
The man, Padfoot, he always handed me over to Haggrid and left me.
My aunt once said my parents died in a car crash, though another time she said they died by overdose of drugs. A third time, she told me they were killed by mafia.
I didn't believe her though. They couldn`t exactly die three times...
That dream - it must`ve be a memory. I`m almost certain it is the memory of my parents death... But why did the man have a stick? And why did green light come out of said stick?
There was only one answer: Magic.
It was the only answer that made sense.
Padfoot shrinking my plushies? Magic.
The man killing my mother with a stick that shot green light? Magic.
My dreams of flying on a bike, the same bike? Magic.
My dreams of dad telling jokes to Moony because he`s a werewolf? Magic.
What is the word that is forbidden in the Dursleys house? Magic.
It`s the only option: Magic.
But I know that can`t be true; Magic dosn`t exist!
If Padfoot and Moony realy did exist they would have rescued me from the Dursleys already, or at least they would have sent me letters!
Hell, Padfoot was my bloody godfather!
If that dream was real, my mother died when the man shot the green light at her, but I did not die when he shot it at me.
But I still hoped that it was true, that magic is real.
I touched the bag I had around my neck.
The necklace Padfoot, or rather Sirius, gave me.
I tried yet again to open the little bag, but it wouldn`t bunch.
That was another point in Magic's favor: How come I have the necklace, if the dreams weren`t real?
DUN, DUN, DUN!
My pig of a cousin Dudley 'ran', or walked faster than usual, since he almost never ran, down the stairs.
The dust and spiders didn`t fall on my head, something, among other things,that somehow either just stopped, or started, happening when I was six years old.
"MUMMY, I WANT BACON FOR BREAKFAST," he shouted.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DINKYKINS," Aunt Petunia called to him from the living room.
"HEY, GIRL! MAKE SOME BACON, EGG AND TEA," she shrieked as she pounded on the door to my cupboard.
I groaned, standing up from my little nest of clothes, which, as my adoring uncle once said, is the best bed a freak as me could hope to wish for. I have to admit, my nest was comfortable.
Without getting dressed, clothes were another things freaks like me did not deserve so I was originally only allowed to wear them outside though now it was a choice, I walked out of the cupboard and towards the toilet.
"Where are you going, girl," Uncle Vernon- or Vermin as I called him in my mind, grunted, his lust filled eyes raking over my naked form. He and I shared a complicated, love/hate relationship: as long as I served as eyecandy and as his prostitute, I was allowed to refuse to have sex with him, eventhough I never did. We hated each other, though the sex was enjoyable. I guess you could call us 'Enemies with Benefits'. Vermin may be a right bastard, but he's still the only man I'll ever willingly bed. It helped that he was good.
And I have to admit I liked the eyecandy lifestyle. Being nude or close to it and near constantly masturbating was comfy.
"The toilet," I answered. I had served as his cum dump for nearly six years, since my 5th birthday, though he had had the decencey to let me take my own viginity first, though his dick hadn't hurt all that much when he took me afterwards. For a big guy, he's got a tiny shaft, barely 5 inches. Huh, I wonder if I somehow found a way to make his penis bigger he'll lighten up more. Doubt it though.
"Hmph," he leered, "be quick, you shouldn`t even be allowed to use the toilet!" he called after me, pinching my left arsecheek as I went past.
"Yeah, of course," I grumbled to myself, "because I can totaly decide whether I must pee or not!" Well, I could, but he didn't need to know that. It was the principle of the thing!
I locked the door without even touching it, another thing that's been happening since I was six, which I sometimes used to get out of my cupboard.
After I was finished washing my hands I looked in the mirror, my emerald green eyes going over my pale complexion, the long, raven-black birds nest, though not of clothes, I called hair, my meager looking nine yearold frame that looked two years too young, and lastly my lightning bolt scar.
I touched my scar, the place the green light struck in my dream, on the right side of my forehead. The scar was red and sore as it always was from the nightmare, or is it a memory? I turned on the sink and stuck my head under the water. It was refreshing and my scar started to go back to the nomal gruffy green color.
"HURRY UP, GIRL," shrieked my Aunt Petunia. She sounded like a horse that had a parrot stuck up it`s throat.
"COMMING," I called back.
I looked back at the mirror and decided not to bother brushing my hair. It wouldn`t do any good anyways; my hair always had that spikey outsticking form, no matter what was done to it.
...
"WHAT, BUT THAT IS TWO LESS PRESENTS THEN LAST YEAR," Dudly threw a temper tantrum over his presents.
I rolled my eyes and ate my toast before my relatives changed their mind about giving me food, liquid pooling in my chair as the built in vibrator, a 6th birthday gift from Vermin, pleasently, well, vibrated away and pumped in and out of my pussy. Ah...Vermin gave me excelent gifts. Even if they were all related to to sex, they were better than the coat hangers Petunia gives me, though even those have uses in private where I could change to my favorite body.
When I finished eating my toast I lifted myself off the five inch long shaft with a soft squelch and silently vanishing the left over juice, a trick licked up by my 9th birthday though I only bothered once a week, snuck out of the kitchen to get dressed to go out before Dudley saw a potentional punching bag to vent his anger on, the idiot.
I was almost at my cupboard when I heard Vermin call: "GIRL, GET IN HERE!"
I sighed and looked wistfully at the door. I wanted to go to the forest and explore...though if he wanted a quickie I wouldn't be too upset.
"Comming, Uncle," I said as I walked, still naked, back to the kitchen. Damn. One look at Petunia and I knew Vermin hadn't called willingly.
"Mrs. Figgs have broken her leg and nobody else can look after you. We can`t let you be on the streets since it would be suspicious if all the people who normaly look after you are sick or on vacation. You are to come with us to the zoo," Aunt Petunia said with a sigh. She was a little jealous that I got more attention from her tubby outside the bedroom then she did. What she didn't know was I was helping to get Vermin warmed up for her beforehand. I honestly didn't know how Vermin managed to get it up enough to get her pregnant before I came along.
I stared at her. I would see a zoo! I had never been at a zoo before, the Dursleys never took me with them when they did `Family trips`. Now that I think about it, I have never been anywhere except the cupboard, Number 4 Privet Drive, the school, Mrs. Figg`s, the forest, the hotel Vermin took me to for his pals, or on the street.
When the Dursleys were on vacation that lasted longer than a day, they would drop me on the street until they come home. The longest I have been on the street is 2 months, when the Dursleys went to Italy to visit some relative of Uncle Vermin's.
I liked being on the street; I could do what I wanted and be free! While I still whored myself out, girl's gotta get money and get off somehow, they were much nicer than Vermin's friends. They even taught me things besides sex. I could also choose my own partners, who were all girls unless the men paid three times the rate. Then there was the fact I could be in my favored form, which I used in private. I hated being flat.
Anyways, I'd even made a friend/partner once. Her name was Felix Crispin, a male to female transgender who was an orphan and lived on the street. Though born a boy, she had elfish features, curly, dark brown hair, mischievous, dark blue eyes an ever-lasting grin, middling height and slim, with small hands and feet.
She was my best and only friend. But when I was nine she was adopted against her will, and I`ve never seen her since, eventhough I looked for her dressed as a boy rather than the girl she prefered.
I nodded to Aunt Petunia, "Okay," I said while keeping my face indiffrent, cause that was the only way to guarantee that the Dursleys would`t do anything nasty. Though I hoped Vermin was in the mood to do the nasty afterwards, though I knew he probably would be. He nearly always was around me.