Ok. I decided to go ahead and make another chapter, because without me having anything to do, I'll just cry...Anyway...
Yea, well, I dun wanna have to wait... Nor do I have anything but to cry to do, so oh well...
And adenoide:...Dude.. ~ ...IM TRYING MY BEST HERE! D:! STOP CRITICIZING ME! I'm not perfect, jesus... Anyway. The "Angel" thing was a FIGURE OF SPEECH! _! No, she isn't an angel, and her ex is NOT a bloody demon! GOD! D:... Plus. Hey, dude. If ya want, xD Ya might as well help me write this thing! :o... e.e Cause I seriously have the time line whacked up . ... And you, apparently, are all-knowing - -Arms out stretched.- LOLXD
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! xDTitle: 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 7:
Crystalline Wand
Diagon Alley, Madam Tiana's Beautiful Pendants For Women, London.
As three Malfoy's and one Potter exited the jewelry store, Amai hummed softly, ignoring the odd looks she received from the platinum haired trio behind her. The two male had just finished being, quite literally, dragged into a jewelry store, and the men had to deal with the squeals, gasps, and pleas of the women they were with. The women, however, took great amusement in all of this. Who wouldn't?
Nacrissa had gotten a beautiful, sapphire-heart-shaped locket, with a silver chain. Along with a golden hair piece, that was a blue lily, that was being used to hold her hair up in a delicate braid. Amai had gotten an emerald, encased in an opal-rose-shaped piece that hung around her neck with a golden chain. Her raven locks were pulled into a ponytail, and the holder was an emerald green ivy leaf, that was encased with black lining, bringing out her eyes, and her hair. The boys, on the other hand, were forced to hold two small, golden bags that were sparkling brightly, and the girls were taking great pleasure in watching them being looked at in pity by other men.
A sign caught the eye of the last living Potter, and the youngest female gasped, before she darted into the crowd, the Malfoy's only seeing the fleeing flash of her obsidian locks, and Draco shouted out as he hurriedly went to follow her, shouting out her name. The two elder Malfoy's sighed at the children, shaking their heads in dismay.
"Why us?" Was Lucius' simple question.
Nacrissa smiled wistfully, shaking her head, "I have no idea, love."
With Draco and Amai
Amai squealed as she dodged an ice cream vender, who laughed at her predicament, whilst Amai, in a very mature manner, simply stuck her tongue out at the older man. The man laughed again, and Amai shrieked as she dodged a tackle my Draco, which caused him to fly face first into the book store.
Amai simply sniggered, "Fate has spoken, dear Dragon. Study valantly, you must," Finishing her Yoda-style speech, she clapped her hands together, and she bowed...And her straight expression lasted about twenty seconds before she burst out laughing, along with some of the bystanders.
"Oh, bugger off!" Draco growled to an innocent-faced Amai.
With a laugh, the young witch turned around and sat the sign she had been seeking... Ollivander's. With a sharp tug of her core, she walked into the shop, slowly looking around.
Dust floated around the musky smelling shop, and books were stacked high in corners. Shelves were packed with odd, little rectangular boxes that were designed in different ways. A desk sat not 10 feet infront of her, with a quill marking down things quickly in a book that had odd lines like:
Omar Williams: 10 Inches, Unicorn Hair, Oak.
It was rather odd. As Amai walked closer to the desk, she was stopped by the sound of rolling wheels. She gasped, turning to look at the first shelf, and she was caught with an odd sight.
A man was there. Probably Olivander. He had greying hair, that was almost fly-away. His eyes were an odd silver, that sparkled as if he knew something didn't. He wore brown trousers, and a white, button up shirt. He was thin, and lanky, probably around 6'0. His skin was pale, and wrinkled, but still glowed, only adding to his odd appearance.
"Ah... I've been wondering when I'd be seeing you, Miss Potter," His voice was slightly dreamy, but still that annoying all-knowing kind of thing.
"How do you know my name?" Amai inquired, her brows contracting in confusion.
"I know many things... But, I'll enlighten you. Your eyes. You have your mother's eyes." Olivander said kindly, as he climbed down the ladder, and looking around the shelves, "Ah. This one," He pulled out a box gently, opening it and walking over to Amai, and holding it out to her, "Take it."
The wood was carved, and most likely Birch. The handle was black and looked like waves. Probably 11 inches. Amai raised a small hand to grasp it, but she let out a small pained sound, her hand darting away from the wood, eyes lidded.
"No, no, definetely not," Olivander said in a strained voice, closing the box and putting it to the side.
As he went to go get another, Amai looked around in curiousity. Her legs moved forward, and she slowly walked into the shadows of the shop, ignoring the shouts of protest from the wand-maker. The shelves were piled high, but she ignored them. The emerald hues began to brighten, until they were the same color of the Avada Kedvara curse. As soon as she reached the back of the shop, she stopped, her eyes still glowing. Turning on her heel, she was met with a box, that was sitting on an old oak table.
The box was painted black, and was ingraved with golden swirls, and it was small. The wand inside was only possibly around 9 inches. Grasping the box as soon as Olivander yelled, "Miss Potter!" She let out a gasp.
Her eyes fluttered shut as shudders of pleasure ran down her spine. Pulsing lights flashed under her eyes as she felt a caress over her body, and her back arched, her knees buckling as she kept a tight grip on the box. Her eyes flashed open, the normally brilliant emerald hues glowed crimson, before they settled into their normal emerald. The pulsing lights around her were a mix of blood red, Avada Kedvara green, and black. Pitch black. The magic slowly faded, and she let out a low mournful sound at the loss of the beautiful lights.
"That... was highly unexpected," She heard Olivander say as he helped her up, walking her slowly to the front of the shop, the wand box clasped tightly into her hand. He settled her gently into a chair, and he forced the box from her hands. Opening it, he held out the wand to her.
Amai gasped at it's beauty. It appeared to be made of pure crystal, but the runes of fire, ice, lightning, air, shadow, and earth. They wrapped around the 9 inch crystal like a blanket, but they were almost nigh impossible to make out. The wand hilt was that of an odd, wing-like crystaline desgisn. It sparkled as the light from the window hit it, and Amai grasped the wing-like hilt, and she hummed in appreciation.
"Your mine..." She murmured to the wand. She looked up to see Olivander smiling gently, so she asked, "What kind of wand is this? It's not like the rest."
"That is a Lierthalwand. It is as rare as someone being as powerful as Merlin! Only five people in history have had the pleasure of that type of wand, Miss Potter. Merlin. Godric Gryffindor. Helga Hufflypuff. Rowena Ravenclaw. And Salazar Slytherin." The last four were the founders of Hogwarts... The first was probably the most powerful wizard of all time.
"And.. It's...mine?..." Amai said weakly, her eyes blinking owlishly.
"Yes. Now scat! I have a feeling I'll have more customers soon." Olivander said as he stood, showing the girl away as she placed the wand into the box.
"Thank, !" Amai smiled at him, before she exited the shop.
"That girl is an odd one, alright..." Olivander whispered, watching her leave, "Dumbledore's in for a shock..."
With the Malfoy's
"Have you found her?!" Nacrissa asked worredly, her icey blue eyes trailing over the multiple heads of Diagon Alley.
"No, where could she.. AGH!" Draco yelled as he was tackled by Amai. The black ringlets of her hair surronded her like a halo as she grinned down at him. Nacrissa noticed she was straddling him, and how Lucius was sputtering in embrassment, and Nacrissa allowed out a small coo at the adorablness of the two. Draco's pale face was pink, and Amai's was aswell, only a rather deeper shade.
"Draco, Draco, Draco!" She chirped happily in her angelic voice, as she stood up.
"Amai..." Draco began dangerously. His silvery eyes darkened, and she gulped, eyes wide, as Draco stood up slowly.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU! IT'S BEEN HALF AN HOUR! WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR HALF AN HOUR, WELL?! DID YOU EVER STOP, JUST STOP, AND THINK ABOUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU LEFT US WITHOUT ANSWER?! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED! IDIOT! NOT TO MENTION THERE ARE STILL FOLLOWERS OF-" Draco's rant was cut short by as sniffle the youngest Potter created. Her emerad hues were darkened with unshed tears, and her eyes were wide. Her lower lip trembled, and she looked just about ready to cry.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean... I was... you...gone... I...Us..We... I'm sorry!" Draco said quickly, his pale flushing adorably.
"It's ok!" Amai chirped, her tears completely gone... The girl was mental! Was all Draco could think.
"What's that you have there?" Lucius inquired as he spotted the box in the girls hand.
Amai flushed, and she looked at it shyly, hugging the box to her chest, "It's my wand..." The girl said quietly.
"Ah. Yes... Oh, my gracious! Look at the time! We must be getting you home, your guardians must be worried sick!" Nacrissa cried as she spotted the time, "Lucius, go inform the elves we need dinner ready in about an hour. Shoo, off you go!" With that, Nacrissa all but herded the two children back into the Leaky Cauldron. While leaving her husband flustered, and sputtering.
Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey England
The Durley's sat in their living room, answering questions from a rather odd looking old man. His hair was pure white, and his beard was so long, he had tucked it into his waist! His skin was wrinkled and pale, and his nose was crooked, as if it had been broken more then once! His blue eyes sparkled rather unnervingly beneath half-moon spectactles. Not to mention his clothes! They were practicly robes! And they were fuchia! Honestly, the man clearly had no sense of fashion what-so-ever.
"So...She's been gone for-" The old man's grand fatherly voice was broken off by two voices. Children voices.
"No, that's not true! Muggles aren't that rude!" A light, twinkling, almost angelic voice asked. Definitly female.
"It depends on which type you mean, Amai!" A rather smug, almost aristocratic, a wee bit musical, voice snapped back. Deifinitly male.
"Oh, hush children!" An almost, goddesslike voice hissed, amusement coloring the speakers tone. Also female.
The two children entered the living room first, still squabbling. Amai was first. Her long, raven black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and her porcelain skin was flushed from the cold. She wore black jeans, and an emerald button-up lock sleeve shirt with odd, snake designs that started from the first button, which was undone, and went to the small of her back. She wore her combat boots, of course. Her emerald eyes were twinkling with amusement, and something else... Almost like.. Adoration, or maybe even love. That thought struck Vernon Dursley like a punch to the gut!
The boy, however, was much much different. His platinum blonde hair was falling gracefully to his shoulder, and his small form was rather fit for a child, but not overly so. His pale, almost snow-white skin also flushed from the cold, and his small nose was wrinkled. His cheeks were puffy from baby fat, but it was obvious they were high arched, probably aristocratic. He wore black slacks, and his shirt was white, hanging over the waist line of his pants. He wore a black cape-like thing that hung from his neck with a golden lach. His rosy lips were curled into a slight smirk, and his blue/silver eyes sparkled in hidden amusement.
The woman, that came after, definitly hit Petunia hard. She was, well, in short, beautiful.
Long, golden waves fell to the womans waist, and her face was adorned with the slightest bit of make up. Long lashes framed the same blueish-silver eyes as the little boy. She was tall, and an excellent figure. She wore light, golden robes that hung on her figure, yet hugged it nicely, not enough to be suggestive. Her light ruby lips were curled into a smile as she ruffled the little boy's hair who let out a low noise of indignation, and she laughed, an almost muscial laugh, at that, mind you. Then the womans eyes trained on the old man and they hardened. Like the cold jewel they reflected.
"Albus," She drawled, the air around her turning into that of an Lady. Little did the Dursley's know, that's exactly what she was!
The old smiled, nodding to her, "Nacrissa, a pleasure."
"Must I repeat?..." She hissed lowly, her eyes narrowing, before she put on a beautiful smile, turning to the Dursley's, "You must be young Amai's guardians! Nacrissa Malfoy, the pleasure is mine!"
Amai simply giggled as Draco straightened his back, his nose stuck in the air, gaining the rather annoying air of an spoiled Heir, "Draconis Malfoy... Pleasure." He said shortly.
Amai simply giggled again.
Draco glared.
Amai stuck her tongue out.
And Draco grasped her tongue, and pulled, grinning in victory at her little noise of pain.
"Dwaco! Twt hwts!" She managed. Draco simply sneer at her, and let the organ go, before they turned back to the Dursley's the air regaining that of two innocent children.. Both famalies knew that that was bull!
"Petunia Dursley, ," Petunia said, smiling, "Welcome.. Ah.. How did you come to be with my niece here, may I ask?"
"Oh! Well..."
"Aunt Petunia, Aunt Petunia! Guess what!" Amai interuptted Nacrissa, grinning at her Aunt.
"Yes, my Lovely Amai?" Petunia smiled at her daughter...In her mind, Amai was a daughter.
Amai giggled, as she waved a little box around, and Albus paled, "I got a wand! I got a crystal wand!" Amai giggled, "Oh, and Draco and his mum invited me to stay for the rest of the summer! So they can teach me about the Wizarding world! Can you believe it!" She cried. Petunia felt a stab of pain at the fact Amai wanted to spend more time with her new friends then her own family... But Petunia understood, she wanted to get to know her new surronding.
"Of course, you can. Now you two. Scat! Go help Amai get ready!" Nacrissa said the last part with Petunia, and the two mothers giggled at eachother.
"Ah.. Petunia, are you sure Miss Potter should leave?" Albus said softly. Nacrissa turned to the man, a fierce glare on her face.
"Now, listen here old man. I know what you want. I know what you did. I know what you will do to that poor girl. SO! You back away from her... Or you will be dismissed from Hogwarts. Is that understood." She said coldly. The way she said it, caused a shiver to run down the Dursley's spines.
"But... Narcrissa, dear..." He began.
"Don't 'Nacrissa, dear,' me! Old man, I've had you figured out... Back off. Or else." She said simply, and with a wave of her hand, there were shouts from upstairs. A trunk floated down the stairs with both Draco, and Amai sitting ontop of it, looking rather disheveled.
"Now, are you two ready? Oh! By the way, ," Handing the woman a paper, she winked, "Just say that out loud, and you'll be right at our front door. Careful though, it's a rather tricky bit of magic." With that, Nacrissa herded the children out of the door, and into the world. They were gone with a sharp crack!
"That..Was rather eventful," Dudley say, still gawking at the place his cousin had once been.
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