A/N: I rewrote this like 50 bazillion times and I finally settled on this version. Hope it makes sense. I seem to be a pro at run on sentences; I'm every English teacher's worst nightmare ;) I realized I forgot to add a disclaimer on the prologue, so I don't own any HP characters (just Amelia) and they belong to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One
It was a warm sunny day and Amelia had been given permission from the Murler's to go outside, only the backyard though, they didn't trust the girl to go out alone and not cause trouble. It had been 12 years since they had adopted her and they still hadn't gained their place as her parents. Amelia walked over to the back fence and climbed up, but not before she bent down to pick up a small, slightly withered, white daisy. When she reached the top she carefully sat down and let her legs fall over the edge. The wind blew a small piece of her long auburn hair into her eyes and she quickly removed it so she could take a closer look at the flower on her palm. The daisy was the only one in the whole garden that wasn't completely dead.
All of a sudden a ball came flying at her head. Luckily her reflexes were fast and she caught it before it caused her any damage. She beamed at the other kids who ran over, she hadn't had much contact with other children her age, they always ended up calling her names. She threw the ball back with a strong arm. "We're so sorry-" one of the kids started to say as he took of his bright red baseball cap and twisted it in his hands, he then realised who he was talking to, after recognizing her as non-other than Amelia Murler, he sneered. "Never mind I take it back you freak." He laughed and all the other kids joined in as they walked away calling back names at Amelia.
Before she'd realized what she was doing, Amelia balled her hand into a fist in anger. She gasped when she heard a small crunching noise and quickly reopened her hand to see the small daisy in pieces. "Look what you made me do!" She cried. She had to calm down, weird things happened when her emotions were overwhelming her. But look at what they'd made her do! The only half decent flower she had and now it was ruined. Suddenly the flower in Amelia's palm began to glow, as did all the flowers surrounding her, in and out of the yard.
"What the heck are you doing!" the boy with the baseball cap yelled. As he finished his sentence the glowing stopped and in the place of all the dead, withered flowers stood vibrant and alive ones. A shriek was heard behind her and Amelia whipped her head around to see her 'mother' glaring daggers at her.
"Amelia! Inside. Now!" she screeched. Amelia jumped down from the fence and ran inside past her mother before another word could be said. As she ran up the stairs she could hear her mother trying to explain what happened to the kids, without luck. She rushed into her room and locked the door behind her. She walked over to her bed and flopped down on her stomach holding her pillow to her chest. What would happen now? The silent treatment? No food but bread and water for a week? The last time something like this had happened her parents had taken her books, not to mention the dvds. That had been torture; they were the only things of hers that she treasured. It had been 3 years since the man with the shoulder length greasy black hair in a black cloak had given them to her. She remembered it like it was yesterday; after all it was the day that changed her life.
She had been wondering down the narrow street one night when he had appeared in front of her, as if by magic. He'd said only one sentence before disappearing into the darkness: "Read and memorize these like your life depended on it." The man had then given her a sack. After she'd snuck back into the house she discovered seven books and movies, a series. They were about a boy named Harry Potter and his magical adventures at his school: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She had indeed read and memorized each book like the man said she'd also watch the movies so many times she'd started dreaming about all the characters vividly, the man reminded her of a character in the books: Severus Snape, and she had come to realize that the Harry Potter in the books seemed very similar to the Harry Potter that lived down the street. Harry lived in 4 Privet Drive, and at the age of 11 he had left the school that he and Amelia attended and started a private school. Amelia also learnt that he lived with his Aunt and Uncle, who weren't very nice, when she had visited the house and asked if Harry wanted to play.
Amelia and Harry were very close friends and after discovering that they were both orphans and shared the same birth date they had become even closer. There was a tap at the window and Amelia looked over to find a snowy white owl on her window sill with a piece of parchment in its beak. This wasn't at all surprising for Amelia, she'd seen this owl a lot, and every time the note was from Harry. Amelia walked over to the owl and slowly took the note from its beak. She opened it up slowly to find that the note read "Meet me at the old shed?" it was signed "H.P"
"This could be it" she thought to herself. I'm going to ask Harry if he's really "The Boy Who Lived." She grabbed a pen and scribbled down a yes. The owl took off with the note in its beak. Amelia followed the bird out the window down onto the ledge below, careful not to let her wonderful 'parents' hear her.
A/N: Hope the first chapter was enough to make you read the rest! Thanks to Ravenclaw221 for the first review! Chapter two should be up soon. Until then, enjoy! (: