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Ok. Your probably wondering why the hell it took me so long to get this out. WELL! My cat has cancer, and I just had to put him down, literally. Yesterday. Around 9 PM. The 24th. And no, I'm not done crying, I've just ran out of tears to cry.

Ok you no longer gotta read xD!

Hullo my oh so beautiful reviewers~! 3...=3. I hope you enjoyed my other chapter cause this one'll be way more dramatic!xD BTW! This is a MAJOR time skipping. Amai knows the full story of everything, the Weasley's etc, yadayada...

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 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 6

A Magic Block, With a New Relative or Two

Diagon Alley, Alley behind The Leaky Cauldron, London.

Amai skipped through the long road of Diagon Alley, dodging the people whom she would have pushed into as she pranced around. As she looked around, the emerald hues zeroed in on a platinum blonde family. She smiled happily as she ran up to them, as she jumped onto Draco's back, mad little giggles coming from her throat at his shout of surprise.

"Got ya, Drakie!" Amai screeched into his ear, which caused him to growl at her, and glare at Amai.

"What in seven bleeding Hells were you doing?!" He snapped, his right eye twitching in annoyance.

The Girl-Who-Supposedly-Lived giggled, before she jumped off of Draco, turning around, and started running away, shrieks of laughter coming from her throat as he chased her.

Ignoring the shouts of "Careful, you brats!" as she dodged people, and Draco pushing through them to get to her.

With a laugh Amai quickly cartwheeled over a barrel, leaving Draco to shriek as he barreled right into the poor wood.

Amai turned around, her eyes wide with excitement, before she burst out laughing at the sight before her. Draco was sputtering, his hair falling limply over his shoulders, his skin coated in Butterbeer(An odd, really sweet drink in the Wizarding World that causes you to feel all warm and fuzzy inside.) He was sitting in the middle of all the splinters of wood that surrounded him, and his robes were clingy to his small frame.

Amai sniggered, while some of the people chuckled at the sight, but as Draco got a smirk, his eyes narrowing at the girl he was chasing, they shut up and watched.

"Hey...Amai... Want a hug?" The eleven year old held his arms out, and Amai shrieked as he tackled her, and Draco sniggered.

"Ew! You getting me all sticky!" Amai shrieked.

"That's the bloody point!" Draco smirked victoriously. Amai's eyes teared up and her lower lip began to tremble. Draco paused, his eyes wide at her vulnerable expression. He got off of her and looked at her pleadingly, "So-AH!" He screamed as he was pushed into the butterbeer again, and he watched angrily as Amai took off, laughing.

Lucius sighed heavily as he looked at his wife, her callused fingers rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. Nacrissa laughed softly, rolling her eyes at the two children's behaviour.

Nacrissa Malfoy Nee Black was a beautiful woman. She had glistening blonde hair that was shaded with black locks, and the silky strands were put into a high up-do. She also had skin as white as snow, completely unblemished, and she had the most beautiful, sparkling ice-blue eyes, which were surrounded in long, thick, ravenous lashes. Her lips were the color of rubies, and curved up in a breathtaking smile. Her cheekbones were set high, and she had a small, button nose. Her seductive form was drapped in a glimmering, form-fitting, golden robe that hugged her curves perfectly.

The woman placed her smaller hand on her husbands callused fingers from his nose, and she jerked her head in the direction the children had went. Lucius nodded, and Nacrissa smiled, pulling her husband as she quickly followed her son and his new friend.

"They do make a good couple..." She hummed.

"What? Couple? DRACO? POTTER? I WOULD NEVER..." Lucius' rant was silenced by his wife placing a slender finger to his lips.

"Hush, Lucius. You know as well as I that they have no idea what is happening, but we do. So don't try to convince me otherwise. NEVER fight against a woman, especially your wife." With that, Nacrissa left Lucius gaping behind her as she went to go get the children, humming.

"My wife is mental..." Lucius murmured, which caused some of the men around him to laugh softly.

Hogwarts, Unplottable, Scotland.

Albus sat in his high-backed chair in his office, his long, silvery white beard tucked into his bright purple robes. As long, wrinkled fingers reached out to cross the old oak desk, they grasped the Headmaster's favorite snack. A lemon drop. Pulling the appendage back, Albus plopped the sweet into his mouth, savoring the sour taste.

"This is not how I expected everything to turn out to be.." The wizened old man whispered.

Blasted Potter.. Got in my way. She could have LIVED, but oh, no, she had to just get in my way!

As the old man thought what had happened, he went to go get yet another little muggle treat.

Sorry that it's so short, but, as you know, I lost my cat YESTERDAY. So, I just have no energy whatsoever, because I've been crying since he was... -Sniffles-... But anyway, I'm sorry, I have no idea when I'll get the energy to continue writing. I'm sorry.

~Geo and Neo