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It turned out that on that day of July 31, 1989, was the best day of Harry and Azalea's lives.

After the owl had gone, it was still very early, around six o'clock in the morning, and usually Azalea would get started on her chores, but today she decided to take Harry outside to play around a little bit-something that he was only able to do at morning and night when the Dursleys weren't awake. He was very excited, his green eyes alight with joy and she couldn't help the smile that formed on her face as she silently led him down the stairs and out the back door.

The Potter's played, relaxed, finally able to be the children that they were for a few minutes of the day. They wrestled and played and after making sure no one was around, and much urging, begging and pleading from Harry, Azalea attempted her first bit of controlled magic. She took Harry's arm where he had a small scrape from their wrestling and placed a finger on it, concentrating extremely hard on what she wanted to happen. She pictured the bruise fading away and leaving nothing but clear, unbruised skin behind.

Azalea had closed her eyes, felt that same rush of uncontrolled energy flow through her and then heard Harry gasp in surprise. Her eyes flung open and a tired smile spread across her face. The bruise was completely gone. With a quiet cheer she picked Harry up and spun him around. He was also clearly ecstatic and when she put him down the youngest Potter immediately unwrapped the bandage on his knee. Azalea grew alarmed and tried to stop him but he ignored her and took it off. "Look!" he cried.

Harry started running circles around her, laughing with joy. "It doesn't hurt anymore!" And indeed, as Azalea managed to get him to stand still so she could take a closer look at it, it was completely healed. She seemed to have healed every scrape on his body.

However, before she was able to dwell on this the light in her aunt and uncle's bedroom came on and she stiffened. They needed to get back to their room. Now. "Come on, quickly!" Azalea hissed and she took her brother's hand as the two of them ran back inside the house. They both went up the stairs and just managed to get in their room and shut the door before their aunt stepped out of her room.

Azalea sighed and leaned against the door. That was close. Too close. They needed to be more careful. She shook her head as she thought back to what she did. She obviously didn't have much control over her magic or whatever it was which worried her. She didn't want to accidentally hurt her brother.

"Zela!" Harry bounced up and down on his feet eagerly, his eyes begging. "Tell me the story! The one with the magic! Just like you!"

Barely managing to hold back a smile, his eyes begging. "Tell me the story! The one with the magic! Just like you!"

Azalea hesitated before nodding and stood in front of Harry as he impatiently sat down to listen to the story and watch his big sister act it out. Azalea's face turned mock serious as she began telling the story of magic she made up for Harry. It had started as a dream, and she turned that dream into a story when they were younger.

"Britain was at war. An evil man had taken over. He used his magic to do bad things to people." She pretended like she was high and mighty, putting her hands on her hips and sneering down at her brother. "He believed he was better than everyone else and wanted to get rid of everyone that didn't have magic and everyone who refused to follow him." She thrust out her hands and made explosion noises to get her point across.

Harry's eyes widened and he gasped, completely enraptured with the tale she was telling.

"There was one family he wanted to kill the most. A husband and wife, with a four year old daughter and a one year old son. They had hidden away." She pretended to sneak around, constantly glancing over her shoulder and used her long ginger hair to cover her face.

"But then on Halloween he found them. The evil man broke into the house." She thrust out her hands again as she acted out the evil man, staring down at her brother. "He killed the little girl and boy's father." She pretended to die, collapsing onto the floor.

Harry gasped and his green eyes went huge.

"The evil man ran up the stairs." Azalea jumped to her feet and pretended to run. "He threw open the door." She pretended to shove a door open and held out her hand like she had a wand in it. "He wanted the boy and girl. The mother refused. He killed her."

Harry always grew sad at this part. He knew it was a story but he wished the mum and dad could have lived.

"So he attacked the children. The little girl tried to protect her baby brother. There was a great, blinding flash!" she spread out her hands and closed her eyes. "Then the evil man was gone." She opened her eyes and smiled down at Harry. "Now you know I can't tell you the rest. I don't remember it." She lied. Truth be told, she did, she just wanted it to end on the happiest note possible. Azalea still wasn't quite sure why Harry liked that story so much.

Azalea bent down and kissed his forehead. She gave him one of her big, rare smiles. "I love you, Harry."

"Love you too, Zela." Harry smiled and jumped to his feet to hug her tightly.

"POTTER! GET DOWN HERE!"

Azalea winced and paled slightly. That was her uncle screaming at her which meant nothing good was going to follow. "Stay here, Harry. Okay?" she ruffled his hair and gave him a weak smile when he nodded obediently.

Taking a deep breath, Azalea walked over to the door and placed her hand on the handle, allowing the energy to wash over her and unlock the door. No, not energy, magic. Once she had left the room and locked the door again, she made her way down the stairs slowly. She was barely half way down the stairs when she saw her Uncle Vernon glaring daggers at her, his face an unattractive shade of red and her Aunt Petunia was standing next to him with pursed lips.

Then Azalea took notice of the person standing in the doorway in front of the closed front door. He was an unusual sight, wearing black robes of some sort and he was carrying a stick in his hand. He was staring at Azalea with hard black eyes, and she got the feeling she was supposed to be scared, but as she looked at him, for some reason, she didn't feel very scared. Although as she caught the look in Uncle Vernon's eyes she felt herself pale a little bit and her stomach started to turn. "Um… yes?"

"Girl," Uncle Vernon raged, his tiny eyes filled with malice as they glared at her. His hands were shaking, like he wanted to hit her. That was odd, Azalea thought. He had never held back from hitting her before. She glanced at the stranger. Perhaps he wouldn't hit her because that man was here? "Did you get a letter about that… that freakish school?"

For a second the young Potter girl was confused. Then it dawned on her. "You mean the letter for Hogwarts?" she began tentatively, her green eyes darting up at her Uncle before lowering to the ground. "Yes," she admitted quietly. "It came this morning."

Uncle Vernon inhaled sharply and Azalea closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the blow that was sure to follow. Only it didn't.

Instead, the stranger spoke, in a cold, chilling voice that sent shivers down her spine. "I have already told you this information. Azalea Potter sent back a letter requesting information on Hogwarts." There was a pause and Azalea opened her eyes cautiously to see the stranger glaring at her Aunt and Uncle with those black eyes almost in slits. "Information she should already possess."

"I refuse to talk about those-those freaks in my house!" Aunt Petunia's voice was a little higher than usual and Azalea saw something that looked like fear in her eyes. "Of course we didn't tell her. She and that other brat would've told Dudley about it! I am not letting them infect my son with that-that stuff!" she spluttered, so worked ups he couldn't even get a proper sentence out of her mouth.

"Well, the term begins tomorrow," the stranger said in that same cold voice. His lips curled in a sneer. "I am here to escort Azalea to Diagon's Alley since you seem to be very adamant in staying away from the Wizarding World. It is expected that you will bring her to King's Cross Station Platform 9 ¾'s tomorrow by 11 o'clock. She will return for Christmas and Easter break and then of course the duration of the summer before she returns to Hogwarts the next year."

Azalea opened her mouth to protest. There was no way she was leaving her brother for that long! However, a sharp glance from the stranger shut her up- for now.

"Fine." Uncle Vernon ground out, glaring daggers at her still. It was then she noticed movement at the top of the stairs and saw her brother standing there, staring down at her with wide, scared eyes. No doubt he had just heard the screaming and everything else.

"Come along, Potter." The stranger said curtly, still glaring at the Dursleys. She wondered what she missed before she came down here. Her Aunt and Uncle didn't usually give up so easily.

Azalea couldn't leave her brother here by himself. They were so bloody mad at her, who knows what they would do to Harry since they couldn't do it to her. She had to stall and think of something. "But I don't even know who you are!" she burst, her green eyes wide and apprehensive.

The stranger stared at her for a moment, his eyes giving away nothing. "My name is Professor Severus Snape. Now come on, I have better things to do with my day then be an errand boy!" he snapped.

Azalea began panicking, the air around her starting to hum with magic. The Dursleys couldn't tell what was happening, but Professor Snape could and he narrowed his eyes at her, which caused Azalea to become even more nervous. "Calm down! I have no wish to clean up any damage done by your accidental magic." He growled.

Azalea glanced up the stairs and met her brother's eyes. Without a moment of hesitation her brother came running down the stairs and launched himself into her arms, crying silently without tears. The way he always did, his body shaking slightly. The oldest Potter tried to get him to calm down, hushing him softly and holding him just as tightly as he was clutching her. "Sir…" she was hesitant, fear finally starting to fill her. What if he wouldn't let Harry come with them? "Can my brother come with us, please?"

The professor narrowed his eyes at her but she met his gaze levelly, not matter how creeped out she was. It felt like he could see into her soul, but she didn't care. She was standing her ground. There was no telling what those Dursleys would do to her brother if she wasn't here and she wasn't very eager to find out.

"Very well!" Professor Snape snapped and scowled down at the two, but Azalea barely even flinch and to his credit, Harry didn't either. The professor turned to glare at the Dursleys one last time before he walked over swiftly to Azalea and Harry, placing a hand tightly on both of their shoulders.

Azalea shivered at the long, cold fingers on her shoulder bleeding through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Do not move." Professor Snape said curtly and Azalea barely had time to tighten her grip on Harry's hand before she heard a loud crack and it felt like she was being pulled down a rubber tube. Almost when she was sure she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, the feeling stopped and Azalea had to close her eyes immediately and inhale deeply to keep from losing what little food she had for breakfast.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and tightened her grip on Harry's hand. The younger boy still had his eyes closed and looked a bit green. She turned and looked warily at the professor who had just done whatever that was to them. "What just happened?"

"That," Professor Snape said with a slight sneer. "was Apparition, as even a five year old wizard would know. Now come along," he snapped. "Let's hurry and get this over with."

He was already walking forward and Azalea gently tugged Harry along as her wide green eyes took everything in. Wherever they were, Diagon Alley Professor Snape had called it?, was definitely knew to her.

There were people wearing the strangest of clothing, robes of different colors and textures. There were weird store names and kids running around excitedly, most of which were crowding around a store that seemed to be selling some type of broom. How odd.

"Zela…" Harry said her name in awe, looking around with wide eyes filled with wonder. Azalea simply nodded in agreement before she hurried her pace so she could keep up with the Professor. Neither of them noticed the people doing double takes as they passed them, vaguely recognizing teh daughter of Lili and James Potter. Professor Snape stopped when they reached a large, impressive looking building with the weirdest creatures standing guard outside of it. Craning her neck upwards she saw the sign on the front labelled Gringotts.

"Professor?" Azalea asked quietly, gazing up at the dark man before they walked into the building. He paused and looked down at her, his black eyes revealing his irritation and annoyance. "What?" he sneered.

Azalea frowned slightly before asking, "What is this place?" she asked quietly, so no one else could hear her. She didn't want other people to think she was some sort of idiot for not knowing where they were.

Professor Snape narrowed his eyes and for a split second she was afraid he wasn't going to answer her question, but thankfully he did. "This is Gringotts, the Wizarding bank. The goblins are in charge of everything. We are here to get the key to your vault so you may buy the items you need for Hogwarts." Once he finished his explanation he strode inside and Azalea shared a surprised look with Harry before she followed him. Money? They didn't have any money! Certainly not in some Wizarding bank called Gringotts!

Professor Snape walked up to one of the goblins and asked smoothly, "We are here to see Griphook regarding Miss and Mr. Potter's vaults."

The goblin regarded him for a moment before he nodded and jumped down from the counter. "Follow me this way." The goblin said curtly and started walking towards the back of the bank. Azalea held Harry's hand tightly as they followed Snape and the goblin to the back of the bank. There were led into a luxurious room complete with a small fire place, a love seat, a couple of tables, and a large table.

"Griphook will be with you momentarily." said goblin once they were in the room and he shut the door behind them.

Professor Snape strode into the room and gracefully sat down on one of the chairs. He kind of reminded Azalea of a cat with the way he moved, his sharp, black eyes. She blinked out of her thoughts when Harry started tugging her towards the love seat and she smiled slightly as she followed him and they sat down. Harry sat down as close as he possibly could to his older sister and Azalea put her arm around his shoulders automatically, protectively.

Professor Snape stared at them as they settled down on the couch before they spoke. "How much do you know?"

Azalea frowned slightly. "What do you mean, know?"

The professor looked slightly irritated. "What do you know about the Wizarding World, Hogwarts, and your parents?"

Azalea bit her bottom lip nervously. "Well… not anything. I didn't dare tell Aunt Petunia and Uncle Dursley about my… magic. And our parents-well, they died in a car crash. That's how we got our scars, isn't it?" The way he was looking at her…

Professor Snape scowled at her, his black eyes narrowing with rage that made her wince. "Those idiotic muggles…" he muttered under his breath. "Dumbledore told them…." He was muttering under his breath now, quietly enough that Azalea couldn't hear what he was saying but could tell he was very, very angry.

Azalea watched as he visibly tried to calm himself down and he took a deep breath. "First of all. Yes, there is magic. You are a witch." He met her gaze before he looked at her brother. "Your brother is a wizard."

"Yes!" Harry cheered and when Azalea gazed down at him she couldn't help but smile at the joy and excitement making his green eyes sparkle. "I knew it!" he cried happily and she couldn't help but ruffle his hair.

Harry stared eagerly at Professor Snape. "Can I's go to Hogwarts with Zela? What 'bout ta wand?" he was practically shaking with excitement and Azalea could see amusement hidden behind those black eyes of Snape's.

"You will not be able to get a wand until you are eleven." He answered smoothly. "Your sister will be getting hers today so you may see where you will end up receiving your wand from in a couple of years. Then you will be able to go to Hogwarts when you are eleven."

While Harry pouted at the unfairness of it all, Azalea gazed uneasily at the professor. "So if we're magical, how come we never knew? Why didn't Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon tell us?"

Professor Snape curled his lip. "Those muggle relatives of yours are disgusting and despise everything to do with magic. Has you Aunt and Uncle told you anything about your parents?"

Azalea winced and hesitated before nodding. "Yes but… it can't be true, can it?" Tears welled in Azalea's eyes as she remembered her Aunt's shouting. "She said our mum was a-a whore and our dad was a drunk and they got what they deserved."

"That is not true." Professor Snap's hands were curled into tight fists, his eyes filled with rage and Azalea found herself grateful the anger wasn't directed at her. "Your mother was a wonderful woman. Your parents did not die in a car accident." His voice softened slightly, barely. "Your mother and father died protecting both of you from a very bad wizard."

Just like that Azalea felt like her entire body was dunked in ice cold water. She was frozen, staring at the professor with wide, disbelieving green eyes. In the back of her head, she could hear her a man's voice shouting-her father- and then woman crying, begging for her life- her mother. Azalea unconsciously tightened the grip on Harry's hand as she saw a flash of green light in her mind's eye and oh god she had to get Harry out of there or else he was going to KILL ALL OF THEM NO NO NO NO-

"Azalea!" she heard someone say her name, shake her shoulders roughly. Slowly, she blinked her eyes and the world around her came back into focus. It felt like she was swimming through mud, struggling to get to the surface. Slowly, the person crouching in front of her came into focus and she recognized Professor Snape. "Azalea, are you okay?"

"Yeah." She croaked, shaking her head. "Sorry… I…" tears welled in her eyes. "Mum and dad they… I think…"

"She has a mind block." A scratchy, deep voice came from the door behind them. Azalea didn't look, but saw Professor Snape's gaze snap up to whoever spoke. "Are you sure?" he asked, directing the question to the person behind her.

Azalea heard someone start walking towards them and stared at the goblin once it came into her line of sight, standing in front of her next to the professor. The goblin narrowed his eyes and Azalea shifted uneasily under his scrutiny. "Yes. Positive. Very strong mind block."

"What's a mind block?" Harry asked, his nose scrunched in confusion.

The goblin turned to Harry and smiled. Well, she thought it was a smile, it looked more like a pained grimace. "A mind block is when a powerful wizard puts mental walls around a memory so you cannot remember them. Every mind block is different, and is unique to the wizard who uses it. Unfortunately, I could not tell you who put this one in your head, little one."

Azalea's eyes widened. "Someone's messed with my head?" her mind was whirling with all of the novels she's read. Nothing good ever came out of someone messing with your head. "Can you get it out?" she begged.

The goblin shook his head, looking mildly sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but no. I cannot."

Azalea turned her desperate gaze to Professor Snape but he shook his head silently as well. With a cry of frustration Azalea dug her hands into her hair, ignoring the professors awful attempts to get her to 'quit acting like such a child' and Harry's quiet whisperings of worry.

She just wanted this thing out of her head. She hated people messing with her. Her Aunt and Uncle messed up their lives enough without messing with her mind. The red-head wanted this stupid mind block OUT OF HER HEAD.

Azalea gasped and cried out when she felt magic flood through her body, uncontrolled, untamable. Her head felt like it was going to split open. White filled her vision. She couldn't hear anything or see anything and this pain in her head was utter agony. Just when she thought she wasn't going to be able to handle it anymore- that this was it, she was finally going to die- it stopped, and her entire world went black.

Alright so what did you guys think? Hopefully it was kind of good and you liked it. Still looking for a beta, I would love to have one. It was kind of hard trying to decide how this should work so here's to clear up any confusion.

Azalea had a mind bock placed in her mind to prevent her from remembering anything about the Wizarding World after her parents died. She was four at the time, so she would have remembered quite a bit, and the person who placed the mind block didn't want that to happen. Snape arrived because when Dumbledore received the letter back, he sent the only teacher who wasn't very busy (plus it's Dumbledore and he has his reasons). Griphook was able to tell there was a mind block, because he's a goblin, but he can't undo it because it is such a strong mind block. So Azalea's magic reacts. What will happen now? Will it be gone? What will she remember? What will happen?