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Nice Dursley's, evil Dumblewhore, good Voldie-

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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 woulda 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"

"Flashback"

Chapter 5

Bad Memories

Diagon Alley, England. 11:10 AM

As Amai, Draco, and Lucius entered the marble stone building, Amai was shocked to a pea. In high, maple desk were short, stout, dark green skinned creatures, with large ears, pointed noses, dark, beady eyes, and the best suits money could probably buy. They were stamping pieces of paper, that were on parchment, then placing them to the side, were more weird skinned creatures grabbed them and left. Most likely goblins, Amai mused.

Amai looked around anxiously, her eyes wide, though she didn't even notice the bright glimmer of amusement in Lucius' ice blue eyes. As they approached the main desk, the head goblin's eyes began to trail from Lucius' shoes, to his face. The goblin hurriedly bowed to Lucius, and Lucius simply waved it off.

"We are here to learn the linage of one Amai Potter, Griphok" Lucius drawled.

"Amai Potter, ?" Griphok blinked, his large, beady eyes wide.

Lucius nodded, pushing Amai in front of him gently. Amai looked at the goblin, before she bowed slightly, a sign of respect.

"Well... We were told not to give in to the demands of any access to the Potter vault until 's 11th birthday... But we can change that," Griphok purred. Amai giggled at the goblin's obvious need for mischief, and the goblin grinned ferally.

Lucius shook his head helplessly, but sighed heavily, as he tried not to gag at the sight of the cart... Blasted thing, Lucius thought venomously.

After The Cart Ride, And After The Gold Scene. 11:48 AM

As the three exited, Lucius and Amai were completely oblivious to the highly annoyed Draco following them.

"... But I don't understand! Why am I the only one who can apparently, "Bring ol' Dumbles down a notch?" Why can't you?" Amai was arguing.

"Because, your the one with "Inhumane" magic levels!" Lucius snapped in return.

"Well, then, you seem to be pretty damn powerful yourself, so why don't you?"

"Because I'm not powerful enough, you imbecile!" Lucius roared.

Amai sniggered, rolling her eyes as she went to go skip away innocently, which caused Lucius to glare holes into her back.

"Whose the whore?" Draco heard from someone behind him. He turned around sharply, his lip curling in disgust as he caught sight of the somewhatsane eyes of his Aunt, Bellatrix. Only under polyjuice.

"She's not a whore, dammit!" Draco growled at her, which brought the attention to many of the people around them.

"Oh she isn't?" His aunt asked innocently.

Draco opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by a small hand on his bicep, and he turned around, blinking.

"Calm down... I don't mind being called names by a physcopath," Amai said quietly, ignoring the ugly blotchy color Bellatrix was turning. Amai gently pulled Draco past the crowd, her eyes downcast, her fringe covering her scar, in hopes that she wouldn't be recognized.

"Amai?! Since when were you a Death Eater slut?" Someone sneered. Amai tensed, her eyes wide as she recognized the voice.

She turned around slowly, her eyes beginning to tear up as she saw who it was.

"Jake..." She whimpered, her eyes wide.

Draco wrapped his arms around her, his eyes glaring holes into the male.

The guy was probably a second year in Hogwarts. He was buff, most likely from Quidditch, and he was about 5'7. He had tussled brown hair that fell to his neck, and he was a rather attractive brown color, like a tan. He had the eyes of an eagle, completely golden. And Amai knew him. But how?! Draco thought furiously.

The guy, Jake apparantly, looked down at Amai as if she were something on the bottom of is shoe. Amai cracked.

The dark haired girl turned around and ran threw the crowd, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Draco turned to Jake, growling. He grabbed the other male's collar, and glared, hissing, "You hurt her. The hell is wrong with you, you bastard?"

Draco pushed Jake from him, looking at him in disgust, but he didn't miss the glimmer of regret as he saw Jake's eyes trained on Amai. Draco turned around, running after the girl he was growing to love.

Room 17, The Leaky Cauldron, London. 12:10 PM.

Amai sobbed into her legs, her lids shut tightly as she remebered how she knew Jake. It wasn't a memory that she would likely forgot.

July 5, 1993. Park, Surrey England. 11:00 PM.

Amai sat on the swings, her legs moving steadily as she pushed off from the ground. Her normally sparkling green eyes were sparkling even brighter then normal, and her normally glowing lily-white skin was glimmering.

She heard someone cough behind her, and she turned around slowly, with wide eyed.

She saw him. The boy who stole her heard.

Tusseled brown hair, loving gold eyes, and dark skin. He was like a demon she couldn't have. Because she was the angel. That's how he put it though.

She grinned wildly as she saw him, and she pushed off her swing, going to hug him. She was stopped when he placed a hand on her head, and she saw the look in his eyes.

She felt her heart break into a million pieces in that one moment.

Her tears spilled over, and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly, as she stared at him in disbelief.

"Why?" She choked out.

"Your... just to young... Your the Angel. I'm the Demon... It's just not meant to be, Amai... I'm sorry, love... Amai!" He yelled out as she turned around, running with all she had in her.

"Amai! Wait up!" She heard Jake yell.

He was still worried. Why? He just broke her heart. Why should he care?

"Stop following me!" She screamed, her tears falling faster down her face.

She heard Jake's footfalls slow, then him stopping. She heard his gasps, mixed with quiet sobs.

She turned around, and saw his regretful eyes, tear stained cheeks, and bloodied hands from where he probably tripped.

...

Amai Potter never saw Jake Summers, again.

Present.

Amai sobbed louder, not even noticed as Draco entered, and pulled her into his lab, and whispering soothing words to her.

Amai Potter fell asleep with a still healing heart.

I cried while typing this. Cried. And Cried. CRIED. ;-;...

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