Warnings: descriptive scene of justified murder, plans for murder, slight bit of angst
Her heart beat fast as she ran as far as her little legs would carry her.
"Aw, now come back girly! I'm not gonna hurt you!" His voice was drunk, like Uncle Vernon's was sometimes when he beat her.
Ivy knew better, she knew these streets better than the Bobbies did, so why did she come to a dead end? Maybe it was the panic inside her, the fear that was clouding her senses. But that fear and panic didn't cloud her eyes from seeing the pipe that laid near her bare feet.
Her hands- a bit small at eight years old- hefted the pipe up. She was weak compared to a full grown adult, but all the manual labor made her as strong as a pre-teen. Her hands shook a bit as the man got closer, leering at her perversely. She wanted to cry, to scream and see Aunt Tuny, who would make sure she was ok, not this man. Not this man who so obviously wanted to do what only grown ups were supposed to.
His foot slipped in a pile of vomit and he fell towards her. Ivy's arms lashed out on instinct, the pipe connecting with the mans head with a dull fleshy thud. Blood spattered out of the wound she'd crated, coating her hands, the pipe, and the pavement.
Ivy was not stupid. Her mind seemed to calm- it shouldn't, she should be freaking over killing someone- and she knew that if it was found that she did it no matter what she would get in a lot of trouble. She took the pipe with her and ran to the river, which wasn't too far and threw it in, thankful it was night time as she washed herself as well as she could.
Ivy jerked up, sweat pouring down her brow. 'Haven't thought about that in a while.' She shook herself and headed for the shower.
She wondered how she was going to live with the twins, she'd shown Fred that obviously she wanted nothing to do with them. Hopefully(or perhaps it would just be easier) they would ignore her.
That didn't seem to be so, because she'd just finished getting dressed when she was pulled form her room by both of them. She tried to scowl and yank away, but they moved so fast it made her dizzy. She had no clue how they'd gotten to the Great Hall that fast. In the next second- that she could actually comprehend- she was forced into a seat between them across from Ron.
As soon as her eyes weren't figuratively still rolling in their sockets, she glared, "Is everything you do rude? You didn't knock, what if I'd been naked you bloody morons?"
They shrugged "Then you should change in the bathroom."
She curled her lip, glancing at Ron and giving him a somewhat polite nod before jerking out of the twin grips on her arms and moving to her House table with the Slytherins.
"Ivy? Why weren't you in the dorm last night? And why were you with the Weasley Twins?" Daphne asked quietly, clear blue eyes looking at her in concern.
"It's nothing. I merely have a minor bond with one of them and they refused to be separated. We were given private quarters." She half-lied. As much as she did kind of like the girl, it was really none of her concern.
She had only just taken a seat at the back of Professor McGonagall's classroom- she wondered a bit at the cat- when she felt the urge to face palm. In the mixture of all the revelations of the two days she'd utterly forgotten about meeting with Professor Snape. On top of that, she hadn't seen him since then either. That wasn't good, but she couldn't miss the first classes of her courses. She'd just have to wait and catch him at lunch, or perhaps after dinner. Hell, maybe another teacher would tell her his schedule and she could see him before then.
So McGonagall was the cat. That settled for interesting information, but nothing overly important. The woman herself she liked a bit. She was stern, but if you managed to look hard enough she had an air of caring about her, and while she was blunt and to the point, she wasn't rude about it either.
"Five points, Miss Potter, for being the first to finish the assignment." The Scottish Professor told her a few minutes after Ivy had gotten out of her musings to work. Turning a match into a needle was rather simple. You just needed to read the Transfiguration book and think on it and you'd see it's all about imagination. All magic, in fact, was about imagination.
"Professor, could you tell me Professor Snape's time table?" She asked politely.
McGonagall eyed her a bit, "Why is it you wish to know?"
"I need to speak with him at his and my earliest convenience, and knowing when he has classes would help."
"I see. He has no class now, but will be dealing with a group of fourth years after first period. Seeing as you finished the assignment in record time, you may go and see him now. I was going to have everyone who doesn't finish to write an essay on chapter two, so please just read it."
Ivy stood and slipped her things into her bag, "Yes, Professor, thank you." She slipped out of the room with out further speaking.
"Enter."
Well, new question. How had he known anyone was at her door without her knocking? Her footsteps weren't that loud…
"Professor. I'm sorry about not coming like you asked, everything became so confusing…"
"That's fine, Miss Potter." The man answered as he sat down his quill and moved a parchment(an essay with a bunch of corrections and comments on it) to the side. He flicked his wand at the door and fire place before speaking again, "I'm unaware if you know exactly what your Aunt has written, so allow me to inform you. She informed me that your uncle is a fool, and her son is, despite her wishes, exactly like him and beyond saving."
She nodded, "And?"
"That she wishes my help in removing both from the picture so you and her are both safe. I have several ideas, but would like your opinion." He didn't show it, but he was a bit chilled at the sudden cold and calculated look in her eyes. No child should have that…no child but Tom Riddle.
"I don't care what you do with Vernon. Dudley though…he hasn't been shown any way to understand what he's done is wrong. I read about this spell, one that can erase memories. I think you or someone who can do it that you trust should do it to him. Not anything overtly serious, just his memories of Vernon, myself and Aunt Petunia. Then set him at one of the good orphanages. Dudley would get adopted fairly quick, that much I know. He's still young enough." She smirked internally when he nodded. Hook, line and sinker. She had no doubts that her Aunty had told Severus exactly what had been done to both of them, of the beatings and verbal abuse. And from the look in the mans eye…
Vernon wouldn't survive the next week.
Important: Alright, I'm think of doing a time skip sometime during the next few chapters. I'm telling you what my plans are at the moment so maybe you can help me figure that part out. Just review to tell me your answer.
Tells lightly about Vernon's death(it won't be gory because it just doesn't fit), have Dumbles find out and try and figure it out only to be stopped by a figurative brick wall when he does, have the previous 'Destined Three' of the Moon and Sun Clans visit the Twins and Ivy in a dream and pass on some of their memories as experience and information, then have them decide to leave after her second year to train(I'll do one chapter of the Basilisk Fiasco but it won't be way detailed).
Now, here's what you can review to tell me what you think on:
1) Only mention Vernon's death when Severus tells Ivy and she mentions it to the Twins on accident.
2) Dumbles remains clueless about it.
3) Leave before her second year or after.*
* If they leave before second year I'll come up with something that prevents the Basilisk, like Draco seeing his Father slip Ginny the Diary and managing to steal it back, gets a bad vibe and throws it down Knockturn Alley where a man gets pissed because it hit him and burns it with control Fiend Fire or something.
I need to know before the next two to three chapters goes up, or I'll have to wait until I get enough answers.