This is the edited version of chapter one. Have fun reading :)

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Once upon a time... this is how a fairy tale traditionally begins... but this is no fairy tale. This is the story of a young girl born from one of the most furious enemies of Olympus. It is a story about her hardship in life, her pain and her suffering. But it also is the story of her success, her growth and of finding love were no one would have ever expected her to find anything but death. This is the story of one Aurelia Potter.

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It was Saturday morning, she had lain awake on her small bed for the last two hours waiting so that she could leave her cupboard, the Dursleys had locked the door overnight as always and it would soon be time for her to start preparing their breakfast again like every other morning.

She hated weekends, or holidays for that matter, when she didn't have school to attend. In school she at least had no chores to take care of until she was forced back "home" and in class, at least when a teacher was present, no one bullied her or treated her like she was worthless. But on the weekends she felt more like a slave than ever.

Once she was let out and was finished preparing the Dursleys breakfast, and she may or may not had a few leftovers depending on uncle Vernon's mood, she would have to work in the garden, then after that she would clean the house and go grocery shopping with aunt Petunia.

All in all not what a normal child would call a fun day, but this had been her life for as long as she could remember and as aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon were always so quick to remind her, Dudley too as he grew older and began to copy his parents, she wasn't a normal child, she was a freak. And freaks did as they were told and were grateful for what little scraps they were given... Or else.

Little did she know that today they would all see what kind of freak she really was.

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That morning while Aurelia prepared breakfast like usual, her aunt surprised her by coming into the kitchen and reminding her that today was a special day. In the evening her uncle would have his boss and his boss's wife over for dinner, so everything had to be perfect or there would be dire consequences!

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After she was done with her chores, at close to seven p.m., she retired back into her cupboard to rest and lay on her bed waiting for the day to end and another just like it to start all over again. Even as exhausted as she was it still took an hour or two for her to begin to fall asleep, just as she was about to sink into her only source of peace however, she was quickly startled wide awake by the door of her cupboard being ripped open and the massive footsteps of a scarlet faced Vernon as he began to scream at her.

Vernon was seething with rage as he quickly advanced on her stepping into the cupboard.

"It's all your fault!" - He screamed at her.

What's my fault?! - Aurelia panicked as she hurriedly retreated back into the corner of the room, it wasn't the first time he let out his anger on her and she had no doubt that it wouldn't be the last.

"I'll show you what a little freak like you deserves" - He said as he began to undo his belt and lower his trousers with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

"Ruin my promotion will you?! You little bitch!"

Something must have gone wrong at the dinner, - she concluded to herself,- And it looks like he's decided to blame me again. She just hoped he would hurry and be done with it, a beating she could endure.

"You nasty little bugger" – He said as he let his pants fell down on the dusty ground of her living quarters and he reached for her.

"Now you will earn your stay here like the whore you are!" - Uncle Vernon spat, every word filled with loathing.

She was utterly terrified, she had never saw Vernon this enraged, she could smell the alcohol on him and she feared what he would do to her. But as she looked at him and saw the hatred in his narrowed accusing eyes, regarding her as prey to satisfy his needs upon, something to use as he wished, something shifted inside of her.

Her whole being seemed to change.

No! She was the prey, he was.

Why was she scared of a lowly human, who was nothing but a meatbag there to feast upon?

She was the hunter here, he was the victim.

In his approach with his lower body now almost completely bare, Vernon Dursley never saw the change in his niece's demeanour, he never realised that she was no longer hiding and retreating, that instead she was tensed, lurking in the shadows for him to come closer.

Even the changes of her body were hidden from his eyes by the darkness of the room. Her shoulder-length raven-black hair was now a shining gold-blond, her eyes had shifted to an unearthly orange and her fingernails grown in length and seemed to be made out of a bronze metal resembling claws.

So, with his pants down and fist raised he was caught completely off guard as she lunged for him.

"You little wench I show..." - His shouting cut off as her bronze claws tore through his throat, slipping through bone and ripping flesh without the slightest resistance.

Surprised at how easy it was, as Aurelia watched her uncle lie there dying she was utterly mesmerised by the blood gushing out of the large mans obviously mortal wound. She was a predator and this was her prize. She relished in the fear apparent in the dying man's gaze, this was what she was born for, she was born to hunt and to feast on her kills.

With a primal lust for blood overcoming her she gracefully bent down and savagely pulled her uncle's head back by his sweaty hair exposing his neck further to her gaze as he struggled. With a strength she never knew she possessed she easily held him down as flailed and struggled against her, and leaning forwards, inhaled deeply thorough her nose. She could smell everything in the room, from her old dirty mattress to single particles of dust, but all of it was coated by the utterly sweet scent of fresh blood. It awoke a deep lust for still warm fresh meat in her to still her hunger for the first time in her life. She reached down but before she could continue a sharp scream ripped her out of her daze.

"VERNON!". - The shrill voice of Petunia Dursley was heard.

Swiftly turning to the source of the scream she spotted her aunt standing in the door looking at her standing over her dead husband with horror written all over her face. As she sneered and growled at her aunt, Aurelia suddenly felt weak in her knees while her stomach clenched as she remembered what she nearly had done. She didn't know what came over her, but she knew that it wasn't leaving even now she could hear a little voice in the back of her mind telling her to kill her aunt, to break her neck, to finally test if she could make that knot with it that she had imagined for so long.

As the voice grew louder, she knew that she had to get out of here, fast. Never come back. But first she would put an end to her aunt. She had denied her her very humanity and treated her like a slave for years! Petunia was just prey, weak and useless. Shifting smoothly, Aurelia turned fully towards her aunt, looking deep into Petunias eyes, her own shining maliciously in the dark.

Aurelia swiftly lunged to the door where her aunt had frozen in shock before Petunia could react, grabbing her by her throat and shoving her up against the wall right beside the cupboard's entrance, smacking her head against and loudly cracking the wall. Petunia gasped for air, her eyes begging for mercy, receiving none, as Aurelia squeezed her throat while holding her against the wall. As Petunia slowly turned blue, she raised her claws before bringing them down on her shredding the face of her aunt.

As she let her new prey fall down to the ground Aurelia felt a shift in the air, her instincts screaming at her that her time was running out. Taking her time to first sneer at her aunts corpse, Aurelia swiftly turned before taking off at a sprint into the hallway and running for the door.

Her speed reaching previously unknown heights she sprinted with all her might through the dark house. She had always been fast, but as she ran she was now pretty sure she left afterimages.

The front door smashed falling victim to her new found strength as she jumped and crashed straight through it tearing it rom its hinges and leaving parts of it scattered across the lawn and driveway.

Landing in the front lawn of number Four Privet Drive, a few feet away from the road, in a cloud of glass shards and splinters of wood Aurelia quickly gave herself a once over for any injuries or cuts before quickly noticing that her skin didn't have a single scratch, which she found momentarily quite impressive considering she had just crashed through a heavy wooden door face first with with a heavy glass plate in it.

It was then that the the voice in her mind left leaving her felling vaguely empty, before the disgust set in and her stomach clenched in disgust. She didn't mourned or felt guilty for her relatives deaths but she couldn't believe that she nearly had eaten human flesh. As she remembered the sudden and immense lust for killing she knew she had to leave, she didn't want to live endangering others and she knew the danger of being caught were high here.

Not knowing where to go she just started running away from London and all of the lights. To find a place to belong to, that was her goal, for now at least .

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Next chapter will hopefully be done soon after adjusting to the few changes made in this chapter and a bit of fine tuning.