The End As I Know It

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the original characters.

Authors Note: This is my first shot at a fic, I will classify all flames as 'contructive criticism' so please make them so. Please read the information on my profile, and I know this chapter is a little bit... Well.. I assure you the other chapters won't be so strange. Truth be told, I might rewrite this chapter since it's not that great.

Summary: Taken from the Potters at birth, Justine grows up at the home of the Dark Lord. At the age of 17 she is granted the chance to finally attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she befriends the quiet Blaise Zabini. But is there a catch?

Chapter 1: Dreams of Trench Coats

Spread eagled on the soft emerald grass Harry Potter dozed off. After Bill and Fleur's wedding the Weasley's had invited Harry to stay over until the new school year started. The trio of friends had decided to put off telling Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about their idea to hunt down the Dark Lord until the Bill and Fleur left the burrow. But at the present time another thing had been bothering Harry, not anxiety, not Ginny, but a dream. He had been walking through a think mass of trees surrounded by a dense matter of fog. But along with the eerie scenery there was laughter, a girl, about his age, with the same jet black hair and green eyes was there, twirling and smiling. It was a completely baffling scenario. Why would a girl be laughing in such an unhappy place.

This dream had disturbed the gangly 17 year old. Ron peered through the door attempting to read the expression on Harry's face, he strode across the yard over to him. "You okay mate?" He asked. "Oh uh yeah, I'm fine." Harry replied, a little too quickly. "Good because Ginny and Hermione are inside acting like a bunch of girls, so I need some company." Ron stated. "They are, are they? Well spotted Ron, they are girls, you nutter!" laughed Harry. Ron shot Harry a grim look and Harry returned it with a grin. Laughing felt good every since the death of Dumbledore. The event had left the teens devastated and unhappy.

As the two girls entered the yard, Ginny locked gaze with Harry for a split second before becoming horribly interested in the mud on her sneakers. "I, uh.. Have to go." She muttered and began shuffling away towards the house, desperate for escape. "Guys, I need to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." Harry blurted as he strode to Ginny. "Oi Gin!" he called once he entered the burrow. She turned with a look of pure hatred. "What." She said dryly. "I was just wondering if you were okay? I mean you seem to be avoiding me." Harry said, leaving an awkward silence. Finally Ginny replied, "Oh! So you think it's easy to talk to you after you broke up with me and decide to go on a manhunt with my brother and my best friend that could end up with all three of you dead? I mean, what happens if I never hear from you again? And whenever I ask Ron if I can come, he just cuts me off and turns me down, I bet 'Mione would let me come but I would never ask her incase of rejection!" And with that she stormed away muttering something like 'Sod Off' leaving Harry bewildered and annoyed.

"Girls!"

"But you love her!"

"Shut up or I will hit you!"

"You can't hit me I'm your conscience."

"Conscience, can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

The next morning Harry awoke with the clatter of talons and wings on the windowsill. Peering over to Ron to make sure he was still asleep he turned to the owl that was carrying a slightly crumpled letter. He untied the letter from the black bird's leg and It took off.

Harry,

If anyone ever knew that I was sending you a letter I'm sure I would be punished, but I thought you should know. You are not the only Potter left alive.

I must go.

J.E.A.P

There comes a time in every girl's life when you get sick of having to watch your brother and the man who raised you, attempting to fight to the death. So after a singing a concert of hairbrush karaoke in front of the bathroom mirror you think of the undoable, the completely dangerous, and maybe even the stupid. You decide to let him know somewhat of your existence. And me being the type that rebels against orders and rules did it, I, Justine Evans Andreah Potter, sent the "Great" Harry Potter my owl. (Maybe I should have used someone else's owl. Because Liberty, hence the name, adores to disregard orders and go off in another direction than told.) But I guess before I launch you into my life perhaps you would like the background information? Yes, yes I think so. So here we go….

I was born right after Harry. I scarcely believe that anyone noticed me because they had been fussing with wrapping their little boy in a blanket, so right when I popped out, I somehow was transported into the arms of Voldemort, staring up at his ugly face. He must've done it on purpose. So I was quiet and happy with him but after awhile he gave me to Wormtail, and I immediately began to shriek and cry, and so I bit him. (I was a smart child, no?) This must have humored the Dark Lord and he began to take an interest in me.

As I grew I became rather lonely. So one of the Death Eaters suggested their son to tutor me. His name was Josh and he was about 3 years older than me. He was exceptionally gifted so he had managed to graduate school earlier than the average students. Josh was nice and occasionally we would slip out of the house looking somewhat like the Olsen Twins in one of their detective movies, wearing trench coats and tweed top hats for some ice cream or treats. Why did we wear such strange assortments of clothing? Because we could, conscience makes cowards of us all anyways. I must admit Josh wasn't lacking in the looks department, but as I remember, Diggory took the cake.

At the age of 14 I was lucky enough to be allowed to watch the Tri-Wizard tournament. Yeah, yeah, it was a shock to hear that my dear old brother would be competing by some psychotic death wish (or so the Daily Prophet said) but he's Harry Potter, he'll pull through. Anyhow I was more interested in the golden boy Cedric. I cheered from afar during the tournament whenever he succeeded, but to my immense frustration during the end of the third task he and Harry took the cup at the same time. First of all, you might be wondering why I didn't care much about my master, the Dark Lord, wanting to kill my brother. Simple, I hardly know Harry and I most likely never will. Now back to the story…When Cedric died I was crushed. I have my own way of grieving, the first stage is sadness, not denial, so I would sit in my room listening to sad songs and eating mint chocolate chip ice cream from it's original tub. Then the second stage is anger. I had rampaged around the house, trailing after Voldemort, lecturing him on how he should have captured Diggory and put him in my closet so I could open the door and have a look at him every 20 minutes. And all I got back was a simple reply; "Well why didn't you tell me before I killed him". So that sent me back into anger for another 2 months, until Josh came and gave me my owl, Liberty, as a birthday present. Then I gradually eased into acceptance that Cedric was dead, and that he never really knew that I existed and I never actually knew him, so what was I so huffed up about for the last 3 months? Teen Angst, gotta love it.

Now most of you would think that living with "The Big Cheese" would be everybody's worst nightmare, but he has come to accept my presence, and maybe even like me, living in his house is not so bad. Not to mention that I get to order Wormtail around, and when Lord Voldemort makes waffles they are to DIE for. Anyhow, Fifth and sixth year went by like normal; Voldemort terrorized citizens and made bite sized taco's in his fluffy pink housecoat, but what did I care? Unlike his waffles, the taco's weren't that good anyways. And I was always bored. So finally before starting my seventh year I somehow managed to persuade the Dark Lord into letting me go to Hogwarts. I'll place a bet of 5 sickles and 10 knuts that there's a catch.