To Live Again

Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry, the time will be adjusted to fit the Harry Potter world, since this is my favorite world to write about, but enjoy the story.

Leigh woke up to tapping on her window. She moaned with annoyance. She was having such a good dream too. Yet, it was unusual because she was dreaming about a boy she never met before in her life. He had orange hair with a permanent scowl on his face. He didn't seem threatening despite his facial expression.

She shook her head trying to wake herself up as the tapping grew sharper. However when she remembered where she was she hurried to the window.

"Being at the Dursley's is a little strange to forget about."

She opened the window allowing the owl to swoop inside. The brown ball of fluff landed on Hedwig's cage. She grabbed a single gallion when she realized it was an owl from the Daily Prophet. It waited impatiently to leave.

She untied the newspaper from the talon and the owl snatched the gold from her and flew away.

"My, my. That owl was almost as annoying as Ron's owl."

She opened the newspaper and groaned in disbelief as she read the front page. Not wanting to read the whole article, it was basically about Minister Fudge having a meeting with her, "The Girl-Who-Lived" and she was willing to back the ministry 100% in the war effort against "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named huh? As if I would support someone who's supposed to be the leader who is afraid of saying Voldemort's name. Seriously, who needs that many hyphens? I bet the snake bastard himself is laughing his ass off if he's reading ths."

Well, it wasn't important. She tore the paper to shreds and decided to give the pieces to the wind.

"Great, stupid Minister. Now I can't sleep. I'm completely wide awake and it 's only 4:00 a.m." She growled with annoyance.

With her body filled with energy she decided to work on her artistic abilities before the Dursley's woke up. She took out a piece of spare parchment and a pen. Lately, to occupy her time she developed a habit of drawing animals. She had one of Dudley's old books to get information on how to draw certain joints. She drew an owl, a lion, and she was currently working on a rabbit.

When she saw the rabbit she almost wished it were real. Leigh could almost imagine the fluffy, white fur, feeling soft if she were able to run her fingers through it.

She snickered, "Okay, I know I like animals, but when did I become obsessed with rabbits."

Two hours go by before she hears any activity go on outside her small room. So absorbed in her drawing she does not hear anyone calling her name until she hears a fist banging on her door. She almost had to stop herself from jumping when her aunt's shrill voice followed the loud bangs.

"Potter, go down stairs and make breakfast."

She rolled her eyes to the heavens and with a sigh she dropped her pen to the desk.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Leigh stood quickly, changed into different clothing and made her way down. On the last step that creaked when touched, her uncle looked up. He nearly shivered out of his skin when seeing the lack of expression on her face. He took a step back trying to keep his cool as she spoke.

"What would you like to eat Uncle?"

By the sound of her voice he almost thought winter came early. The temperature being 90 degrees outside, it almost seemed to drop 20 the second Leigh walked calmly and uncaring to the stove to make the bacon, scrambled eggs, and pancakes. When the food was finished she placed the food in front of him.

"Is there anything else you want?"

"N-No. Just g-get out of the house and do something for the day," Vernon said quickly.

Leigh blinked a few times before responding by leaving the room. After grabbing some spare change she contemplated her uncle's strange behavior.

"Weird, normally he would jump at the chance to give me a long list of chores, but today, it was almost as if… no it couldn't be. There's no way an ass like him would be afraid of me."

She left the thought alone and decided to go to her favorite place over to the swings at the park. Call it childish if you will, but jumping off the swings after being high in the air gave her a thrill that she almost felt like she were on her broom playing a quidditch match. Maybe, if she could think of a way, she could come up with a few tricks to pull as she tries to catch the tiny, golden snitch.

She sat on the middle swing thrusting herself forward and back. The higher she got the sharper she sprang forward to get higher than before. The warm air blew into her face and hair. Hair blew all around her head and as she went back her hair nearly blinded her each time. When she deemed herself ready to jump off the swing she adjusted her hands to the front of the chains that kept the swing up.

Just as she was about to thrust her body off the swing for the powerful jump, the chain escaped from her hands. Her body dropped from the seat. She gave a short cry as her body slammed to the ground. She dropped her other arm from the chain. She groaned in pain as her arm felt like it had been pushed out of its socket.

"So much for that. Jeez, I should have just completely let go or tried to get my other arm back on the chain."

She circled her shoulder to get the ache off. It was fine.

A few large shadows surrounded her. Her heart sank and eyes twitched when she realized the assholes that messed with her rhythm. Her cousin Dudley and a few of his friends decided that they wanted to play. She looked at her cousin's face. She decided to drop her gaze to his friends because she feared that if she looked for too long she would begin to lose her intelligence points. Unfortunately, the same affect began to happen again, so she just decided not to look at their faces that were the very embodiment of stupid.

She sighed, "What the hell do you idiots want?"

"Moaning in your sleep every night? At least I'm not afraid of my pillow," Dudley and his crew crowed with benevolent laughter.

She rolled her eyes. Do they have nothing to do but annoy her? How about beating some helpless kid?

"Don't kill Cedric!" He mocked. "Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?"

There was more laughter, but little did Dudley and his drones realize the icy feeling creeping it's way in Leigh's veins.

"Shut up," She warned quietly.

The laughter never died and only encouraged Dudley further.

"Help! He's going to kill me mum!"

A smirk appeared on his face. However Leigh made no move to look.

"Where is your mum? Where is your mum Potter? Is she dead?" He asked gently.

"IS SHE DEAD!?" He crowed.

"Enough," Leigh responded sharply.

Dudley backed away at his cousin's response. He shivered when her eyes narrowed. He shivered as if the temperature suddenly dropped. He jumped away as he saw Leigh reach in her pocket to take out the freak stick, just as he was about to cover his rear end to protect himself from another pick tail.

With ever second that passed the air grew colder and heavier. His friends ran away terrified when the sky grew near black.

Leigh decided to skip the wand and walked to her whale of a cousin. She grabbed his shirt in a fist. Despite her small size compared to her cousin, her presence frightened him. She pulled his face towards hers.

She spoke softly, "Would you care to repeat what you just said about my parents Dudley?"

He took a step back. His body shook. He wanted her to let him go as he felt his blood grow colder by the second.

"Well?" She pursued.

"N-No! I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean-"

Leigh looked into his eyes. The fear she saw in his eyes was intense. It was strange. Normally, he was the only one to instill fear into anyone. She looked at his pale face and saw the bluish hues that were entering his cheeks. The ice-cold anger that flowed through her body a moment ago began to leave her. She looked at his chest level when Dudley was trying to detach her grip from him. She let go, thrusting Dudley away from her the moment she saw ice slowly crawling its way up his shirt. The moment she let go the ice stopped and began to melt away. When Dudley realized he was free from Leigh's hold he ran away terrified.

The fact that Dudley ran away to escape her anger didn't register in Leigh's brain. Instead the ice that formed on her cousin's shirt became the dominant thought. The first thing she thought was what Snape would define as her eloquent nature.

"What the hell just happened?"