I sighed. Christmas day is still not over yet, and I still have one thing to do. I grabbed an ink bottle, a spare piece of parchment, and a quill. Best to get it over with.

Harry,

This is Shade. I know you're skeptical about me sending you a letter, but can't I give my own brother a Christmas gift? Wait, I forgot. You are not my brother. You are my cousin. I got a letter from this random person named T.M.R saying that I am the daughter of Nicholas Potter and Regan Singer. So technically, I'm your cousin. I also got an invisibility cloak for Christmas, more opportunities to play pranks on your pathetic Gryffindors! Attached below is your Christmas present.

Shade

P.S, Orange isn't your color.

I laughed as I attached a hair color changing candy to the letter. Have fun getting the orange out of your hair, Harry!

I let Lori read it. She laughed, passing it on to Himalaya. My letter got passed around until it got back to me. I gave my new owl, Anastacia, my letter, and told her to give it to Harry at Hogwarts. With that done, I plan to go shopping in Diagon Alley for new stuff with my friends.

It turned out, Lori was the only one that could go. The others had to leave home early, due to a huge snowstorm coming later on. Just as we were leaving, an owl came hurling down from the sky, crashing down on the floor outside, Its feathers stiff with frost. I carried the owl inside, then read the letter.

S.P,

Since you're going to Diagon Alley with your friend, I recommend going to the bookstore in Knockturn Alley for this book: School prohibited book of Dangerous Defensive Spells. This book includes defensive spells that they prohibit you from learning in school. I doubt even "The Boy Who Lived" knew these spells. Have fun with it,

T.M.R

I glared at the letter suspiciously. There was no doubt T.M.R was a stalker. How did he know we were going to Diagon Alley? Should I trust his advice? I sighed. I'll just get the bloody book.

Diagon Alley was almost empty the time Lori and I got there. I told Lori about the letter and headed to Knockturn Alley. Knockturn Alley was a dark, shadowy place filled with cobwebs. I shuddered. No wonder such a book would be kept here. I headed for the bookstore. hen I got inside, the room was dark and there was a single man standing by the counter, asleep. I prodded him awake hesitantly. Will he attack me?

"Yes? What do you want?"

I hesitated. Should I tell him?

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Tell me what you want, I don't have all day!"

"Sorry, sir. I want the 'School Prohibited book of Dangerous Defensive Spells'."

He nodded. "Wait right here."

He came back a minute later with a thick book.

"This will be five galleons."

I handed him the money and left. I met Lori outside, then we proceeded towards her house.

Once we got inside, I started reading the book.

Axel Maximus

This spell is used to chop down anything, from wood to marble, to limbs. Many dark wizards use this spell to delimb their opponents, usually resulting in immediate victory. However, this spell is like the three unforgivable curses. If you don't produce the counter curse within five minutes after casting the spell, your opponents will die, and you will go to Azkaban.

I shuddered. I wouldn't want that curse played on me.

Crucify Fatalis

This spell is like the Cruciatus Curse. It will put you in intense pain, but if used for long periods of time, it will result in the death of the opponent. The shield to block this curse is Portego Maxima.

I gasped. No wonder these spells weren't taught in school. I decided I'll read the rest later, and decided to take a nice trip in Diagon Alley.

I told Lori where I was going, then used her floo powder. The streets of Diagon Alley was almost empty, except for this girl I recognized as Victoria Eglette. Victoria or Toria to her friends is a muggle born in Hufflepuff. She has never liked me much, and today was no exception.

"Well well well. If it isn't the 'Other Potter.' What are you doing here all alone?" She sneered.

I scoffed. "I could say the same thing, shouldn't you be in your muggle world, kissing up to Wi-Fi and your phony phones?"

She glared at me. "Enough talk. Wizard Duel, me and you."

I nodded stiffly. I motioned for her to make the first move.

"Crucify Fatalis!"

I watched in surprise as her eyes went from brown to blue. I only snapped out of my daze as I remembered the curse.

"Portego Maxima!" I shouted, letting the curse bounce off my shield.

"Imanai." I heard a voice whisper in my mind.

"Imanai!" I shouted.

A jet of fire shot towards Victoria. Her eyes widened.

"Y- Your eyes! They're red!" She whimpered, before her eyes turned blue once more as she deflected the curse.

"Serpensortsia!" She screamed, and a snake shot out of her wand.

"No, don't attack me. She's the enemy. Go on, turn to her." I hissed in Parseltongue, as the snake turned to Victoria, who screamed.

"Imanai!" The snake turned to ashes.

"Sectumsempra." The voice hissed again.

I hesitated. Should I? Sectumsempra is a dark curse. But before I could protest, the word burst out of my unwilling lips, with a voice that did not belong to me.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" I bellowed unwillingly.

For a second, I looked like someone else. My hair turned dark blue and flowed madly down my back. My eyes were red and wild, my lips were frozen into a snarl, blood red. I stood tall and unmoving, my wand pointed towards Victoria's chest.

Her chest was slashed open, blood pooling around her. But it didn't stop there. Whoever that was possessing me was undoubtfully cruel. My arms moved up and down, slicing her throat, stomach, and face. Victoria let out a screech of agony, tears leaking out of her now ice-blue eyes. She stared at me in horror, eyes wide.

I let out a raspy laugh. "You know you can never beat me in a Wizard Duel, Sairose Ayame," I whispered before the world went black.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the deserted streets of Diagon Alley, the floor around me was red with blood. "What the bloody hell happened here, and why am I laying here?" I muttered. I stared at the blood in shock. Had I done this? But to what? Or who? And why?

The sun was already sinking, the sunset had a glowing smoky red color, not unlike the blood. I really should get back to Lori's house. We go back to Hogwarts tomorrow after all!

When I entered the house, Lori ran to me, relief shining in her gaze. "Oh, thank the stars you're okay! When you didn't come back after four hours, we were getting worried!"

I smiled weakly. "Yeah, sorry. Listen, Lori, I don't really remember what happened or anything, but I just woke up in Diagon Alley, surrounded by a pool of blood. I don't know what happened or anything before that, just the fact that I was laying down on the floor, with my wand several feet away from me. I'm not hurt or anything, but I had a feeling the blood had something to do with me."

Lori looked shocked. "What the bloody hell?" She started. "Listen, Shade. My mom had a friend who has also been in the same position. She wakes up in a place she had no remembrance of being in, and woke up to a pool of blood around her."

"What was her name?" I asked, desperate for answers.

"Regan Singer." Lori answered.

"Regan... Where have I heard that name before? Regan Singer... Wait, REGAN SINGER? AS IN THE REGAN SINGER?!"

"Er yes? What about- BLOODY HELL!" Lori cried out as she remembered the letter.

"Do you think it's a blood thing?"

Lori shook her head. "No, it's pretty common, really."

"I felt like I was possessed." I muttered.

"Possessed, huh? WAIT! THAT'S IT! YOU WERE POSSESSED BY YOUR OWN MOTHER!" She cried out.

I sighed. So first I received a letter from a mysterious person about my parents. And now I've been possessed by my own mother that made me kill someone?! Oh, happy f*cking Christmas.