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Holly Potter: the School Slut.
Holly was seven years old when she discovered the existence of the magical world, and at that point in her life, she wanted nothing more than to escape her life at the Dursleys. At the time, the girl had it more or less worked out; she would steal money from the old woman and use it to get into London, where she would hide for a few months, then she would change her name and go into proper care and hopefully make it to her teen years after healing from the pain caused by the Dursleys.
She was scared for her life.
More than once over the years Vernon Dursley had threatened to kill her, and Holly believed him because, with each year, the abuse grew worse. At the time, Holly didn't have a clue about why the Dursleys hated her to the point of madness. Petunia was the more intelligent member of the family, which made her more malicious, but Vernon and Dudley were just thuggish. But as the abuse grew worse, and nobody did anything about it no matter what she tried or what others noticed, Holly became terrified of what would happen to her further down the line.
Books were her salvation.
Life was so much more interesting when you found yourself lost within the pages of a good book, and it reached the point where Holly was dreaming up little stories for the meagre toys in her cupboard under the stairs.
She wished real life were like that, but she knew it wasn't; for some reason, people liked the narrow one-dimensional view of the world.
Not her.
Holly wished for life to be like a novel. Nothing romantic; there was nothing fascinating in them for her, and she didn't really understand the concept of love since she hadn't had any good role models that would give her that kind of understanding.
Maybe a crime novel?
But luckily during the summer, she had a brief respite. She had been spending a few blissful days at Mrs Figg's house while her relatives were on holiday, so she felt that was the best time to put her plans into operation.
Okay, so being with the old, mad cat-lady was hardly any better; like most people who lived in this part of Little Whinging, Holly disliked the old lady.
But then everyone did; in later years, Holly would learn of the 'mad cat lady' trope, but Mrs Figg certainly fulfilled that hands down. Everyone in Little Whinging disliked her for she wandered about in her terrible clothes that were a step up or a step down from the hand-me-downs Holly was forced to wear herself, sometimes talking to herself until everyone steered clear of her as if her madness were contagious and they were afraid they would catch it.
But Holly's reasons for disliking the woman went beyond just those points.
She disliked the woman because of how Mrs Figg sometimes followed her about, watching her every move. Holly had caught her a few times, but the girl had enough problems with other adults in Little Whinging, so she saw little point in drawing undue attention to it.
She was so boring; every time she was forced to stay with her, either whenever the Dursleys went out on day trips to celebrate Dudley's birthday, Holly found herself sitting next to the mad old woman, going through the cat albums and listening to her spout off the names of cats she had owned from a young age to the present day.
Holly did like cats, but Mrs Figg had an un-endearing habit of putting her off of them for life.
She didn't care about the names and habits of the cats Mrs Figg owned. All she wanted was to be free, for the first time in her life and being in the house with Mrs Figg wasn't too different from the kind of life she had with the Dursleys.
She likely knew what the Dursleys were doing to her within their damn house because of how many times the Dursleys foisted Holly onto her, but she didn't give a damn.
While she didn't give a damn about the woman's house's appearance or the state of her back or front gardens like others in this suburbia did, Holly drew the line when it came to the strong pongs inside Mrs Figg's house. Some of it was cabbage, the rest were cat pee and cat poo. Nobody ever visited her as a result, but Holly had to cope with it whenever she was forced here by her 'relatives.'
But Holly didn't run away. She spent the best part of a week watching Mrs Figg, studying her habits and getting ready when one day when she decided to just run away and hide in London somewhere, and then she discovered a number of letters on parchment and moving pictures. Holly would always remember the horror and astonishment she had felt when she read the letters and discovered she was being kept at the Dursleys by an old wizard called Albus Dumbledore. Understandably, Holly was sceptical about the idea of magic, and of wizards and witches, but she had plenty of proof thanks to the moving photographs, and she would later think of the times when weird things happened because she was angry or scared, or really emotional. Mrs Figg was spying on her, sending the old man reports, and Holly noted Mrs Figg had observed enough to know the Dursleys were beating her.
And Dumbledore was just ignoring it.
Holly was disgusted that anyone would want to see her being abused, and it made her wonder if she had annoyed someone in a previous life to make her live like this. She searched the letters relentlessly hoping to find just a single clue, but there was nothing there. But one thing was clear; in one of the letters following one of her escape attempts (WHAT?), Dumbledore had placed her in a house with wards that would notify him if she tried, forcing Dumbledore to come, or send one of his acolytes in to wipe her memory, and put her back with the Dursleys none the wiser.
When she realised that, Holly came to terms with the truth of the matter. She could not leave Number 4 or the Dursleys without triggering off some kind of alarm, and then Dumbledore or one of his lackeys would come, wipe her memories, and send her back. And she knew so little of magic to interfere with the wards to do any good; it was more likely she would set them off, and lose her memory anyway.
And so Holly stayed.
She spent hours mulling it over, and she decided that she would keep this knowledge and when she had the chance to learn more about magic, she would defeat Dumbledore at his own game. But another horror awaited her, in the letters she discovered that Figg had been doping her on potions to bring her under Dumbledore's control. Holly needed to use what resources she had and buy her own food to avoid being poisoned.
Once the Dursleys came back, Holly spent the next few years harnessing her magic after she remembered how each event happened, through strong emotions like anger or fear. It took her a month, but she was able to harness her powers and use them slowly. She used them to steal food and water and money for what she needed; she had a feeling she had been doped up on potions for as long as she could remember, so she was keen to avoid the food of the Dursleys and of Mrs Figg.
Whenever the Dursleys punished her by depriving her of food, believing themselves so smart, Holly would sneak out and eat enough to keep herself going without giving the Dursleys reasons to suspect her of any crimes. And besides, she needed to avoid Dudley. By the time she received her Hogwarts letter, Holly had become proficient in magic enough to enchant her cousin and his friends into missing her, although she did occasionally give them the chance to play that stupid 'Holly Hunting' game of theirs before using her magic to keep herself safe.
Holly disliked Hagrid the moment he spouted off about how great Dumbledore was, she had discovered he was the Hogwarts Headmaster beforehand and so she had spent hours wondering about how she could get him off her back while finding out what he was doing and why.
Still, he did take her to Diagon Alley, so Holly was grateful for that. She hadn't liked the way Hagrid had kept her away from some of the books, but she did manage eventually to get hold of the muggle-born introduction pack to help her acclimatise with the magical world. She also learned the goblins were a great resource for information and money, thanks to them she saw a healer. She hadn't liked Ollivander that much, and more than once she had the impression the old man was a pervert and he was forcing the wands into her hands. By the end of it, she lied to Hagrid about going to the Dursleys and she told him she could make her own way back.
She was lying, of course. She had no intention of leaving and had every intention of learning.
When she got into Hogwarts, Holly was sorted into Ravenclaw; she guessed it made sense since the old wizard had been sending Mrs Figg potions to dumb her down and make her into one of his acolytes, but she had already visited a Healer thanks to playing a game of lies with the gullible Hagrid who had believed her when she said she would return to Privet Drive, and the lumbering oath left fully believing her. Jeez, the guy was supposed to see kids and teenagers all year round, yet he fell for an obvious lie like that. The Healer was horrified by the results of the scans and gave her the necessary potions to recover from the years of malnutrition and child abuse, but while Holly was pleased by the woman's empathy, she doubted anything would happen; Dumbledore was apparently powerful enough to side step many loopholes in the law, and he would keep her at the Dursleys, although who benefited from this 'protection' she didn't know.
Her sorting into Ravenclaw alone was enough of a surprise, but during the night Holly came up with a plan. In Diagon Alley, she had gone on to discover as much as she could about Dumbledore she could, and she had learned he was seen as the most powerful wizard in the country. Talk about pressure to discover a weakness.
Her plan was simple;
Learn more about her family.
Find a place to learn and study magic.
Discover ways of getting out of Hogwarts without Dumbledore's knowledge.
Discover ways of shortening the gap between herself and Dumbledore, and others like him.
For her plan, she decided to look for ways and magics that would help her against the old wizard when the time came. However that year was one full of discoveries while she tried to stop Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy from getting on her nerves, she discovered that Lord Voldemort, the wizard who had come after her, was in Hogwarts. One of the bonuses in her first year was her discovery of the Room of Requirement which helped her gather the books she needed to learn. At the end of her first year, she had just come away from a terrifying encounter with Voldemort. It wasn't much better the next year with a House elf going mad, and her eventual battle with the basilisk.
But our story begins when Holly was about to leave for her summer before her Third Year. She had gone to the Room of Requirement once more to 'borrow' the books she wanted to study when she found a book she didn't expect.
A book on sex magic.
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Holly was putting the books she had asked for to help her become a more powerful witch into her trunk. After her battle with the basilisk and the way she had needed to use more advanced curses and discovered the magical oaths she had taken to prove she wasn't setting the giant serpent on the school, she needed to become better. "Healing magic," Holly said softly placing three books into her weightless and expanded trunk. "Parselmagic."
After dealing with the basilisk and discovering her parseltongue ability, Holly was understandably curious about what it could do for her.
She placed three books into the trunk with the rest.
"Ancient Runes. Transfiguration, and books on how to become an animagus, which I definitely want to do at some point further down the line. Charms. And….sex magic? What's this?" Holly paused and opened the book curiously. Like all preteen girls entering puberty, Holly had become interested in the opposite sex. More than once she had even caught herself staring at boys like Malfoy, Roger Davies, and the drop-dead gorgeous Cedric Diggory from time to time, and she liked it. But she hadn't expected to find a book on sex magic.
Holly flicked through the book, little parts hitting her. Augment the magical core? Rituals? Perform spells more powerfully? Holly examined the book more closely, her mind weighing up the pros and cons. While she was dubious because she had barely read the book to get an idea of the benefits of sex magic, Holly had to admit she was curious about it, and as a preteen girl who was soon going to be thirteen years old, the book was attractive. But she was concerned; she had learnt enough to know rituals could be dangerous.
She closed her eyes, asking the room for an answer that would give her a straight answer; were rituals inherently bad, or were there some that were beneficial?
She received an answer when another book appeared. She read it slowly, using her newly minted occlumency and legilimency skills to quickly scan the pages. By the end of the book, she had learnt there were light and dark rituals that were both good and bad, and after looking at the book on the sex magic ritual, Holly had one more thing she wanted from the room.
"I need to know if sex magic is good or bad."
Another book appeared. A quick look later, and she found that sex magic was actually good and pure, although it was what the witch and wizard did with the increase in power that made it good or bad.
Holly picked up the sex magic book thoughtfully, and she nodded. If this book was the real deal, and if she mastered sex magic although the idea of sacrificing her virginity was both thrilling and scary to her, if it meant her freedom then she would take it. From what she could see, the act of sex magic would boost her magic. And she needed to learn powerful spells to help her deal with Dumbledore and Voldemort, so she put it into the trunk. She would need to figure out a way of taking advantage of it, but she would have a night and a day before she was back in London so she should have a plan by that time.
But Holly had one last favour for the room.
"I want to know more about Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort," she mentally said, repeating herself four times.