Extenuating Circumstance Chapter 1: Giving The 3rd Degree

Story Arc 1: Harry PotHead and the Sorcerer's Stoned

Please not that this story contains Drug abuse, mentions of drug abuse, rape and attempted rape, Child abuse, gore, sex, death, Horrific and Brutal Death, Dumbledore bashing, Ronald Weasley Bashing, and arson… Lots and lots of arson.

Also please note that I'm not a drug dealer, and never have been so if I get the pricing and weighing and all that other drug related shit wrong don't blame me! Also Note that I am American born and bred so if I fuck up any of you brits lingo I'm not doing it on purpose. Please do not flame me!

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

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"Demonic Brain Talking"

(Blood Magic)

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Summary: Amelia R. (Rosaline) Evens (fem/harry) never got the chance to be normal. Thrown out of her bitch of an aunt's home at 7, she has had to learn how to survive on the streets. Now 4 years later she goes to Hogwarts with access to: Elemental magic, Blood Magic, guns, drugs, and a badass attitude how will the rest of the student body possible survive?

(Story Start! NO POV! 3rd Person POV!)

[7:38 PM, Sept. 17, 1987. Little Whinging, Surrey]

"Get out of here you wretched little monster! I'm done with you showing up my son like you're better then him you freak!" Petunia Dursley shouted flinging the burden on her family for the past seven years. "Go on! Get out of here!" Petunia sneered slamming the door shut in the face of the young figure in ragged hand me down clothes three sizes too large.

The child just stared at the door with what could only be described as incredibility. They didn't know what to do but stand there and stared at the door, a school note clasped in their hand.

They stood there for a few more minutes before coming to some sort of decision. Crumbling up their note and letting it fall to the floor, they shrugged on their ragged, duct taped backpack and walked away from the horrible house full of horrible humans. It was time to start a new.

Little Whining's Primary School Yr. 2

Evens, R. Amelia Grade Sheet:

Mathematics: A++

English: A++

Gymnastics: A

Drama: A++

History: A

Social Science: A+

School Advisory: Amelia is Far to advanced amongst her peers and should be moved up to Secondary School at the very least so that she may be better challenged in her schooling.

[12:46 AM, Sept. 21, 1987. Sothern London, Commercial District]

"Come on sweetie!" a large fat man shouted lumbering down the Alley way where he'd seen his quarry dart down a taller punk ambling shortly behind. "Uncle Bob only wants to play with you!" he said chuckling disgustingly.

"Just give it up you fat tub of lard. She's obviously smarter then you thought, she probably long gone by now. Let's just go find an easier play thing to catch." He said to "Uncle Bob" spitting out a black wad of… something.

Not too far away from the duo Amelia sat huddled under some trash bags, her fist crammed down her throat to keep from making any noise even as tears streamed down her face.

"Tch Fine! Let me just check those trash bags over there. She might be inside them!" "Uncle Bob" replied to his companion marching towards her hiding place.

Peeking out from her hiding spot Amelia felt herself panicking as she realized that the fat tub of lard was walking straight for her.

"Please go away please go away!" Amelia silently prayed to herself all the while feeling nothing but disgust at her own weakness. Each silent plea bringing her would be rapist closer and closer to her hiding spot. Then like some deity above decided to take pity on her Amelia felt as if she was being squeezed through a plastic stray and with a wet pop suddenly found herself roughly deposited on a roof overlooking the alleyway.

"Ow! What the heck was that?" She whispered looking around the roof she suddenly found herself on. Peeking over the side she saw the alley she'd just been in, and the fat tub of lard looking around in a pile of trash bags that she knew she'd just be hiding in. Especially when he pulled out her backpack and threw it deeper into the alley.

Hatred, deep and profound flooded her heart as she looked down at the man who wanted to use her. Without realizing what she was doing Amelia summoned a fireball over her right hand and cast it down at the fat man.

With a muffled Whoosh he was consumed by the flames, not even given the chance to scream before he was dead leaving nothing but a charred corpse behind. Jerking back in realization on what she'd just done Amelia staggered away from the edge and heaved the meager contents of her stomach all over the ground at her feet.

Still heaving slightly Amelia whipped her mouth before going back to the edge. Her second pursuer was on alert glancing around the alley with a gun drawn.

"Shit, shit, shit!" she whispered pulling back slightly when he almost spotted her. "Fuck I just killed someone!" she said looking at her hand which was glowing slightly. She could still feel a thrill of energy flowing through her arm as if to tell her that the fight wasn't over. And it wasn't. If that man told people about a disappearing girl and flaming balls of death, it wouldn't take too much for someone to make the connection that she had something to do with it and they'd come looking for her. She couldn't let that happen. She'd finally been free from her cupboard under the stairs. She was free and she wouldn't no couldn't go back now after tasting freedom for the first time in her short 7 years of life.

"Okay… Let's do this…" focusing on her palm Amelia tried bringing a fire ball into existence by remembering what if felt like and what she had been feeling when she did it the first time.

With what kind of sounded like a splutter cough a small ball of flames bloomed in the center of her palm. Smiling grimly at her accomplishment Amelia went back to the edge and aimed carefully at the man below.

"Hey ass hole! Catch!" Amelia shouted feeling brave as she threw the burning ball of death. Whether it was because he was good at dodging or she was just a terrible throw the small fireball missed its mark and smashed into the wall next to the second predators head, instead of into it.

"What the fuck!" he shouted in surprise before turning his gun towards Amelia and opening fire.

Eeping in surprise she ducked down and barely avoided getting her head blown off. Quickly conjuring another fireball Amelia popped back out again and threw it before ducking back down.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" her opponent shouted as he patted down the flames on his pant legs caused by the latest fire ball thrown by her. While it hadn't gotten him directly the splashing affect that the flame ball apparently had was enough that it had set him on fire.

Getting an idea, Amelia quickly conjured a fire ball and threw it then quickly created a second and struck with it while her foe was busy dousing the flames that caught him from the first throw.

With a horrifying shriek he burst into flames as her second fireball hit him in the chest igniting his clothes like a match to wood drenched in lighter fluid. Screaming in pain and fear, the man dropped to the ground and rolled until most of the flames were extinguished. Taking his inactivity as his death Amelia scrambled over and down a fire escape not too far from her.

Back down in the alley Amelia scrunched her nose up at the small of charred flesh, stamping down on the urge to puke again as she did so. Moving over towards the fat man she saw that he was well and truly cooked.

"Yeah he's not getting back up." She said morosely before moving onto the second man. "Oh you're still alive." Amelia said queasily as she stared at the man. He was covered in horrible burns all over his back, chest, and arms.

"F-fuck y-you, you cunt!" he growled through his pain struggling to lift his gun so that he could shoot her. Seeing what he was planning Amelia quickly moved forward and stepped down on his wrist. Forcing him to howl in pain and kept him from bring his gun to bare.

"You know," she said bending down and prying the gun out of his fingers a Mauser C96. "I don't want to kill you, but you're a treat to my freedom." She said pointing the gun at his head. "And I'm not going back to the cupboard." She finished before pulling the trigger sending a 7.63 mm slug of copper into the burnt man's skull.

"Whoa!" Amelia shouted as she fell back on her ass. Sighing she searched through the officially dead man's pockets and found two ten pound bills, and two extra Magazines of bullets supposedly for her new gun. Pocketing the money, Amelia went about checking her new gun (and loading a new magazine after she discovered that the old one (which she pocketed) was empty) making sure that nothing obvious was broken. She'd have to worry about the rest of it when she found an instruction Manuel or something.

Grabbing her backpack Amelia put her last magazine (and the old empty one) inside while stuffing her Mauser in the back of her waistband covering it with her too large shirt. Glancing around one last time Amelia was about to leave when she smelled something that smelled slightly like sewage. Growing curious Amelia followed the smell and was confused when she found some dark green brick stacked besides some white bricks hidden behind a dumpster. It took her a second but when she finally realized just what these "Bricks" were Amelia couldn't help but let a grim smile settle on her face.

"Well, I've already killed people why not go into drug dealing?" She asked herself storing the bricks (8 in all) in her backpack under her old school books. "Now the only problem is finding someone who'd want to buy drugs…" Amelia said to herself as she walked away from the Alley casting two fire balls on the desecrated corpse to completely (hopefully) destroy them.

After a while it finally hit her. "I know! I'll sell them to Gangsters! They always want drugs!" She said smugly to herself stopping in a park. Climbing a large leafy tree Amelia went up as high as she could without the branches breaking on her and bedded down for the night. She'd find some gangster to sell the drugs to tomorrow. And if they just tried to take them from her she'd just shoot them or burn them and take their stuff. Either way tomorrow she was going to make some serious bank.

[3:43 PM, Sept 22, 1987. Sothern London, Industrial District]

Samantha Grey didn't know much to make of it when a younger girl of like 5 or 6 with clothes 2 sizes too big waltzed into her hide out and asked her if she wanted to buy some weed or cocaine. Which was rather understandable if you looked at it from her position (or any position really, well any except for the 7 year old who was doing the selling anyway) and the absurdity of it.

"I'm sorry what?" Samantha asked the primary schooler pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt a migraine starting to form. 'How the hell did this girl even get past the guards, let alone walk up to her in her office to sell me drugs?' Samantha asked herself silently as the Primary Schooler rolled her eyes at her in exasperation.

"I asked if you want to buy 4 bricks of Weed or cocaine?" she replied with a huff obviously irritated on not being taken seriously.

"And where'd you get these drugs? Drug dealer isn't the usual occupation you find your average Primary Schooler now is it?" Samantha replied

"Well that's not the issue now it is?" the girl replied petulantly "The issue is whether you want to buy my drugs or not. So which is it? I haven't got all day you know." She said impatiently tapping her foot.

'This girl is so serious it's adorable.' Samantha thought to herself trying to keep a smile off her face. 'Snap out of it Sam! We've got a 6 year old trying to sell us drugs! We've got to figure out where she came from, and put her back before these streets chew her up and spit her back out. So first we'll need her name. Cissy still works for the bobbies I could probably get her to run a search on this girl!' Samantha though coming to a decision.

"Hmm… Fine." Samantha said tersely, "How much of what do you got and what do you want for it?" She demanded.

"Altogether I have 8 bricks of drugs. And it's going to be 502.13 Pounds Sterling per brick of cocaine and 188.93 Pounds Sterling per brick of weed." She said pulling out a small sheet of paper. "If you want to bundle then it's going to be 755.73 Pounds Sterling for 4 bricks of Marijuana, and for the 4 bricks of cocaine I'm gonna want 2,003.86 Pounds Sterling. And if you are going to want to buy all of it all together I want 2,908.54 Pounds Sterling."

Samantha was glad she hadn't been drinking anything when the little girl in front of her had started listing her prices, otherwise the spite takes would have been glorious. 'Bloody Hell?! Did this girl take Drugs 101 or something!? Those are Market Prices!' Samantha thought thinking furiously on how she could spin the suddenly challenging deal in her favor.

"Oh and before you start thinking yourself in circles the prices are nonnegotiable. So don't even bother." Amelia stated playing with a lock of her hair. "Unless of course you want me to take my business elsewhere? I'm sure those guys down by the docks would be happy to buy my product."

'Son of a-… this little punk isn't playing around is she?' Samantha thought slamming her forehead repeatedly into her desk (which elicited a giggle from the source of her irritation) 'I can't let her take potentially good business to Morningstar! …sigh… this little girl is good.' Samantha thought as she contemplated the pain in her side known as Morningstar.

Sighing Samantha held out her hand for the little girl who'd backed her in a corner to shake. "My I be privileged as to know the name of the little guttersnipe who has just so soundly backed me into a corner?" Samantha sighed while using her other hand to text one of her subordinates to bring up the cash from their stores.

"I'm Amelia Evens but I'd just rather go by Amy if you wouldn't mind!" Amy said with a giggle.

"Amy huh? Well nice to meet ya you little punk I'm Samantha Grey leader of the Third Street Saints… London Branch." Samantha replied then added as an afterthought. "Your money will be up in a few minutes by the way."

"Yay!" Amy giggled happily making Samantha forget for a second that this little girl had just swindled her out of 3,000 Pounds. But then she remembered and groaned in frustration when she realized that she was going to have to report to "The Boss" about this.

"Alicia is never going to let me live this down." Samantha moaned while contemplating suicide.

Amy just giggled away, amused by Samantha's plight.

[4:08 PM, Sept 22, 1987. Sothern London, Industrial District] [3RD Street Saint's (London Branch) Hide Out]

True to her word within a few minutes Samantha's courier came up to her office and delivered the money (though he didn't managed to escape before receiving an earful on how a 6- (I'm 7)… 7 year old Managed to waltz up to her office without anyone noticing).

"Well Ms. Grey! It was a pleasure doing business with you and I look forward to our next interactions!" Amelia said giving a mocking curtsy.

"Just get out of here you brat!" Samantha said with a good natured huff.

"Fine! I'm going I'm going…" Amelia replied before stopping in the doorway. "Oh! Before I forget! If you have any Goons down by the docks I suggest you pull them out. Word around there is that there's some crazy arsonist setting people on fire! That doesn't exactly sound like a pleasant way to go does it?" Amy asked rhetorically before bouncing out not even giving the Leader of the Saints (London Branch) a chance to reply.

"The Docks Eh?" Samantha said to herself. Pulling out her cell she quickly dialed her second in command. "Erin! Get me Cissy there's someone I want her to run a search on! Also talk to our boys in the docks! I want all of them pulled out of there by tonight! Tomorrow at the very absolute latest."

"Erm… Sure boss… What's this about?" Erin asked sounding absolutely confused.

"Just a hunch… Get it done." Samantha commanded cutting the line. "Well… this ought to be interesting."

(Story Stop!)

Wow that was a long chapter… Yeah I've really got nothing to say other than my mind is weird.

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