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Neo:HUSH YOU! GO REPLY TO YOUR DAMNED REVIEWERS :I!

Me: Yes Mistress Neo.;-;...-Mind:MEAN MUSE! D:-

Neo:Go on with typing-Makes a shooing motion.

Me: x-x Fineeeeee...

Vampires Rule My Brain: YOUR GETTING MORE DAMMIT! D:HAILLLL DOWN :I

Nix:Your getting more. And thanks. I'm betting this story loves you too ;D

Angel of mine: Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu~~! =3! I love happy reviews! Sad reviews make me cry ;-;...

I.C.2914: I don't bloody know! :I! I just wrote it cause it seemed fitting to make it like that. Stop flaming meh! D; -Cries in corner while Neo glares at the review, trying to make it run for it's mother.- ;-;...

Neo: STOP CRYING YOU INSOLENT IDIOT...

Me:Teehee -Angelic face.-

Neo: No one falls for that, ya know?

Me:;-;! Your so meannnnnnnnn...

Neo: STOP WHINING AND TYPE, YOU FOOL

Me:Yes mistress ;-;...

Neo: Good girl.-Pats her head, muttering about stupid authors.-

Me: Nice Dursley's, evil Dumblewhore, good Voldie-

Tom: STOP CALLING ME THAT

Me: SHUT UP RIDDLE! -Coughs.- Anyway. Good Voldie, bashing on the Weasleys, not the twins, I love them. Sexy little bastards... ANYWAY. Bashing on most of Gryffindor, except for some. Some bashing on the poor little Huffpuffs(Poor souls...). OH AND GOOD SLYTHERINS! WHOOP! Bein' the sexy evil bastards they are ;D! Female Potter! WHOOP~! Lol... xD! Oh and bashing on Hermione, bein' the bitchy little bookworm she is. Oh and the Order Of The Glowing Zombie Fried Chicken... Is exactly that. Stupid bastards. All of 'em are EVIL. They will be bashed upon. Except Snape, Sirius, Remus, anddddddd... Whoever the hell I choose xD!... Oh, and Bellatrix Lestrange. I love that bitch. You people start bashing on her, and I will bash... ;o... Draco-Fuckin-Malfoy! I swear to the dog god I will!:o... Probably bashing by sleeping with him.. BUT ANYWAY...

Author: Geo And Neo

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! IF I DID SNAPE WOULDNT HAVE DIED! Dumblewhore would a died more gruesomely... - Manipulative bastard! Dx. Anyway... Everything belongs to our lovely J.K Rowling. And the Brits. Gotta love the Brits. What with their accents... Ehm...-...ANYWAY! xD

Title: Amai Potter And The Sorcerers Stone...With a side of Angry Chickens.

Summary: Amai Potter. The girl who lived. Amai was young. So controllable... What would happen when Dumbledore's toy got a mind of her own? What if our wonderful little savior fell for the wrong guy? What if their savior wasn't who they thought... What if their savior turned to the right side. M for mature. Fem!Harry.

"Thoughts"

"Pareseltongue"

"Mind Speak"

"Location"

Chapter 3

A Weasel Or A Dragon?

July 1, 1997, 8:00 AM. Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey England

Amai Lilith Potter was as happy as a ten-year old could be. Her parents, or Aunt and Uncle as she had so learned when she was five years old, were the best people EVER.

Her cousin, Dudley, had finally let her meet his friends last week... Though they were mean... This one, a rather mouse-like fellow, Peers Perkins, was always looking at her weirdly. It made a tingle run down her spine. And not the good kind.

Not to mention she was beautiful, or so her aunt always said. Amai guessed she believed her, a little at least.

Amai had dark, raven hair that fell to her waist in strong, sexy waves, and she had some beginning curves that had begun to fill out nicely. She had a heart-shaped face, and a button nose, and had a pinkish tint to her lily-white cheeks, which were brushed over by with freckles across her nose, over to her cheeks. She had soft, petal-like rose-red lips. She was short, though, only a small 4'5. It annoyed her knowing she would never catch up to Aunt Petunia, or Dudley. Though her favorite thing about her appearance were her eyes. They were an abnormally bright emerald-green, and she had contacts that wouldn't ruin the color like glasses would.

Said girl was sleeping softly, her beautiful form raising softly, then lowering as she slept. Her bedroom, a rather small one, was homey, with different browns, and greens, and blacks. Her digital clock began to ring annoyingly, as the time hit exactly 8:10 AM.

A small, petite hand went to smash to clock in annoyance, as a small, feathery groan came from the sleeping forms throat. The young girl rolled over, small fists raising up to rub the sleep out of bright green eyes. A yawn came from her mouth, a hand covering the ruby lips.

"Amai, time to get up, sleep head!" Her cousin yelled through the door, which made her growl in annoyance. Her hand swiping her alarm clock for her contacts, she grasped the little box, and she stood up, going to storm over to the door. She opened it, pushing past her cousin, her annoyance clear on her cherub face, as she muttered about "Loud, obnoxious, overly annoying bastards," as she went.

The raven haired girl grinned, and with a shout, she jumped onto the railing of the staircase, screaming with joy as she flew down. She landed on the floor with a laugh, happily ignoring the shouts of protest from her Aunt and Uncle. With a laugh of joy, Amai went to the kitchen, stealing a strip of bacon as she went.

Her aunt merely shook her head with an overly dramatic sigh of, "Your impossible!"

"But you love me!" Was Amai's cheerful response, which brought out a laugh of her Uncle.

"You'll never when this argument, Petunia." Vernon guffawed, but shouting out in protest after Amai swiped his coffee, and taking a long chug of it, much to the amusement of Petunia, and the annoyance of Vernon. "Cheeky brat!" Was his shout.

Amai simply smiled.

"Oh get the godforsaken mail, you imp!" Petunia laughed as Vernon grumpily grabbed his coffee back.

"Yes, mum!" Amai shouted in glee as she began to make plane noises, her arms straight by her side, as she ran over to the entry hall.

Petunia sighed, rolling her eyes at the girl, "Cheeky brat."

"I told you so, Petunia..." Was Vernon's hum of agreement.

July 1, 1997 8:45 AM. Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Unplottable, Scotland.

Albus Dumbledore was happy. Annoyingly happy, actually. What with his blue eyes twinkling madly, which many people actually believed he was.

It was time to send Amai Potter her letter! The letters were charmed to write out the addressee's address! He would finally learn where that blasted Potter has been all these damned years! He let out a small snigger at the thought of finally having his paws on the powerful girl.

Dumbledore quickly wrote out the name Amai Lilith Potter on the beautiful piece of parchment, and he stared when he saw the address.

Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey England.

Albus let out a low growl at the thought of Lily putting The-Girl-Who-Lived THERE! No, this wasn't how it was supposed to BE! Amai was supposed to be abused, so she would see him as a savior, and a grandfather! Dammit!

July 2, 1997 9:20 AM. Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey England.

Three Dursley's and one Potter were eating away at breakfast, when the door bell rang.

"Dudley go get the mail." Vernon ordered.

"Make Amai get it!" Was Dudley's whine.

"Amai..."

"Make Dudley get it!" Amai mimicked Dudley, whom glared at said girl.

Petunia laughed, and waved Amai off, who sighed over dramatically, and trudged over to the doorway.

"Hah!" Was Dudley's loud shout of victory.

"I'll get you, you pig!" Amai growled back at him, and Dudley simply attempted to look innocent. Amai simply sighed again, and picked up the mail.

"Bills... bills... bills... Oooh! Pretty paper!" She screamed out, startling the family inside the kitchen as she ran into the kitchen, throwing the bills into Vernon's face, leaving him sputtering. Amai sat down excitedly as she looked at the opening to it. It had a crest, with a snake, a lion, a badger, and a eagle.

The first place said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock)

Dear Ms. Potter

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted

at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term beings on September 1.

We await your owl than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

The second page said:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM:

First-years students will require:

sets of plain work robes(Black)

plain pointed hat(black) for day wear

pair of protective gloves(Dragon hide of similar)

winter cloak(Black with silver fastenings

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of eat of the following:

Standard Book of Spells(Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk

A History Of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Smith

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastics Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Student may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Amai blinked in confusion before she looked up at her Aunt and Uncle, her hands clenched around the parchment, her eyes narrowed to cat-like slits.

The dark haired girl stood quickly, turning on her heel, and storming out of the house, her fists clenched by her sides, ignoring the plea's of understanding.

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Neo:_ Hush it and continue eating your damned pizza and typing you fool! D:

Me:;-;...

Amai: Oh shut up, both of you! WHY DID I STORM OUT YOU IDIOT!? WHAT IF PEERS RAPES ME?!

Me...-Evil grin.-...

Neo: GEO!

Me: It's a good idea!

Amai: NO NO NO NO NO! REVIEW OR SHE WILL HAVE PEERS RAPE ME! D:! I DUN WANNA BE RAPED YOU MEANIEZZZZZZZZZZZZ D;

Me:-Evil cackles.-