First Harry Potter story ever! Okay now, this will have OCC HarrySnape and friends, an OCC Snape, OCC Draco, and an OCC Lucius. Alright, so we all know that James Potter was a Bully what if his son inherited some of these traits.
Full description, because Fanfiction has a limit.: "Hello, you think you know everything about us Gryffindors right? Mean you learn all there is to know from the Golden trio and all that love them, oh and of course Slytherin is bad right? Mean that is what Harry Potter taught you didn't he? Wrong, my name is Amelia Swan. I'm a Gryffindor, you haven't heard of me funny; because I grew up with Harry. Let me tell ya he isn't the shining hero, and I will tell you it's because of him I had to find comfort in serpents.
You want to know more, well it all started with a cat."
I have chills do you all have chills, well let's see what happens to poor Amelia shall we.
I expected many things upon reaching my front door upon returning home from my job as a paper girl. An odd looking cat staring at me, was not one of them. A brown tabby with large square markings, and big round eyes that seemed to watch her closely. Initially I thought him or her to be a stray, but normally said cats would run away. This one however stayed, sitting perfectly comfortable while watching my every movement. Foolishly I knelt down to the strange cat, knowing full well strays could hold rabies; still I was drawn to it.
The cat did not seem at all spooked by my movements, actually just the opposite. Padding towards me, before rubbing its head against my knee. "Meow." The creature spoke softly, eyes meeting mine once more. Eyes filled with a wisdom that baffled me, as I reached my hand to gently pet its head.
"Hello kitty." I breathed, my small voice showing my mere eleven years of age. "What are you doing here?" I asked, amazed as the cat allowed me to gently pick it up, to which I instantly found it to be a she.
She mewed once again, before squirmed out of my hold. I allowed the cat to go free, as I certainly did not wish to be scratched. Watching as she padded back to my door, where a decent size envelope laid at my door. In elegantly written scripture, my name was plastered upon the front.
Ms. A. Swan
The cramped second bedroom,
Number 13 Downing Street.
Upon reading the front over and over again, I could not help but wonder who knew I lived in the tiny second bedroom? Oddly enough that was all that bothered me, that was until looking up and I saw the cat was gone. Like magic I mean, there was absolutely no trace of the animal. Shaking my head however, I unlocked and entered my house. The stench of alcohol caused me to close it once more, self-consciously looking around to make sure no one else could smell it.
My gaze widened when I saw a fellow eleven year old, a strange boy who I once thought would be a friend of mine, Harry Potter. Unfortunately for me he was a pompous arse, his cousin Dudley Dursey tormented both him and me, and instead of that bringing us together it made me appear weaker than the Potter kid. Guess everyone needed to make others feel small in order to feel better about themselves. Even from here, I could see his glasses glinting in the sun as they turned towards me.
When he started heading towards me, it was then I reluctantly went inside the house, the sound of cans rattling as I walked in. My father laying passed out on the couch, made my lips curl as he snores slightly. He'd be up soon though, and lord help me if I was seen. However, the housework and dinner needed to be done. Allowing all my courage to bubble up inside me, I marched upstairs to my room hiding the letter before I went back downstairs.
My eyes caught mine in the mirror for a moment, green stared back at me, as black waves framed my soft pale face. Lips were small and dismel, teeth slightly gapped as that came with being a child if I had to guess. Height was also a challenge for me, as was my weight. As I was short and thin, like extremely thin my ribs poked through if I was given a proper glance. A contrast to my soft dimpled cheeks, which had always bewildered me. Absolutely starving and my face, visible arms, legs, anywhere visible never showed it. Tearing my gaze from the mirror, I quickly got to work on cleaning up the cans. That was really the mess of the house, but it would require me taking the trash out. Which meant a possibility of running onto Potter, taking a deep breath; before setting the bag louder than I meant by the door.
"Amelia, is that you?" My father's voice demanded. "What the hell is all that racket?!"
"Sorry, Father." I replied simply. "Just gathering the trash." My voice didn't tremble, years of him drinking and being alone with him taught me to hide my fear well. My mother died a long time ago from complications with my birth, he blamed me for it.
"Be quieter about it." He snapped, getting up simply as I put on a simple pot of spinach soup. "I make sure you get food, a proper education, even a nice room for ya to stay. All I ask is for some bloody sleep."
"Yes, Father." I replied, while looking at him. Unfortunately there could never be any doubt that I was his kid, we looked just like each other. Except his hair was starting to gaze, as he was entering his late fifties.
"Take that trash out, then come and finish dinner." He ordered, before belching loudly. Another grimace visible escaping me.
'Smack'
A sting to my back side radiated up my spine, when I walked past him. He snorted as if it was funny to hit me that way, not to mention touching a child's arse. Again I grimaced, as I took the trash out.
"Hey little birdie." The squeaky voice of Potter greeted me, as I placed the bag outside.
"What do you want?" I asked, not responding to the nickname.
Harry smirked, before grinning. "Did you enjoy the zoo the other day?" It wasn't hard to recall a twelve foot snake was set loose, and the prat got in trouble due to his cousin being locked inside the enclosure.
"It was interesting to say the least." I replied.
"Ya know, I told the snake to bite you." The boy told me amused himself, as I glared at him.
"Interesting, you know I quite like snakes..they don't make a lot of noise." I told him, beginning to turn as he roughly shoved me to the ground. My knee hit the concrete of the stairs to my house.
Turning to look at the boy grinning. "Need to get that in, as I'm going away for a little while."
"Good riddance." I replied simply, trying to ignore the pain that took over my knee. Tears would not streak down my face in front of him, I bloody refused to allow that to happen. Even as it felt like fire spreading over the cap, a warm treacle of blood falling slightly from the busted cut. It would heal itself in a matter of moments, something that was again strange about me. My injuries never seemed to leave marks for very long, something I was thankful for.
"Potter!" Mr. Dursley could be heard calling. "Lets go!" The fat git was as rude as my father, but honestly I couldn't help but feel the boy deserved it as he treated me like crap in return.
Taking the chance of the distraction, I moved quickly to my door and shut it. "What took ya so damn long!" My father screamed as soon as I walked in.
"Potter." I replied simply, serving the soup as soon as it was done.
"Slut." He snarled back. "A cup for you."
Nodding my head simply, I grabbed the tiny teacup for my dinner while dishing out his large bowl. Sipping softly as he slurp and devoured his dinner, my gaze drifted to the window and I swore I could see the cat looking in on me and my father. A blink however, and she was gone.
"I want this pot scrubbed, before you go upstairs." My Father's voice called when he left the table, which I knew he was about to go out to find a hooker to sleep with. I didn't argue as I cleaned like I did every morning, afternoon, and evening before retiring to my room for the evening.
Showering quickly before resorting to my sketchpad, drawing a castle slowly. The same one that had plagued my dreams for years, it was tall and magnificent, what I would call a dream come true to run away to. After about an hour of perfecting the drawing, looking back at the plaques of red and gold, green and silver, yellow and black, finally blue and grey. I couldn't help but wish that the place from my dreams was real.
Moving to the nightstand after more time had passed, I went to place the pad into the drawer only to find the strange letter from before. Nose wrinkling as I took it out of the box, and flipped it over. The sigil on the back in the wax made me freeze. Turning back to my sketch pad, opening to about the middle of the book. I stared at the image that matched the symbol perfectly. Confusion entering my core, as I carefully opened the letter to read.
Dear,
Ms. Swan
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please make sure you study the list of school supplies carefully, we look so forward to having you this term. Look forward to seeing you this September 1st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
Along with what I guessed to be an acceptance letter, two more sheets that I guess was a list of school supplies I needed. The logical side of me thought this to be fake, but the Brave and curious side begged me for this to be real. As a train ticket fell out, causing me to look at the number and my heart stopped. I had dreamed of these numbers too. 9 ¾, if this was another dream. I did not want to wake up.
Okay I have never written a Bully before, but I wanted you to get the gist of some of the things Harry does to her before they get to school; plus her home life.
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