=3.. I refuse to wiat for more reviews.. That last chapter had me going: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG(2k more "OMG"s) .3...Anyway~ ^^ I hope you loved the last chapter, cause here's this chapter! ;D!
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"
Last chapter:
The girl stopped, and looked up at him with wide eyes, and Draco stopped as well, gaping.
The one word that escaped the girls mouth just about damned him for life.
"Daddy?"
Chapter 9:
The Warning.
Riddle Manor, Unplottable.
"Daddy?" Came the soft, angelic voice of his daughter. His daughter.
He watched as his old wife's eyes blinked at him, before they filled with tears. Draco quickly wrapped his arms around her, and shushed her, eyes wide at the new procolomation.
Trixie's dark lidded eyes widened, and she turned, slowly, to look at Tom. And she mouthed, "Daddy?"
Tom swallowed, eyes wide. This was not what he had expected! Bleeding hell, he had expected this to happen later! Now, he had just been damned. For who knows how long, as well!
"Uhm..." Was Tom's intellegent answer.
"Daddy... Daddy...daddy daddy..." Amai was murmuring. She appeared to be in shock. Her emerald orbs were glazed over, and wide, and her crimson lips were open in a small "o". Her long raven hair had framed her small face rather messily, and her legs were obviously shaking. Draco could only do so much for her, even as he murmured soothing words into her ear.
"...You... Have.. A child?!" Rabastian shouted out, his chocolate eyes widenning. Before they narrowed, and he looked at the now distraught girl, and he growled at Tom, "Bleeding hell, Tom! When, who, how, and why?!"
Tom raised his hands, eyes wide, before stuttering out, "I.. I... Lily.. drunk... night... Heart broken... She comforted..."
Trixie was the most surprising reaction. Apparantly.
She did actually have maternal instincts!
She had blinked, before going over to the girl, and start fawning over her, saying things like, "Oh, don't let Ol' Tom upset you, honey! He's a rather terrible man, truthfully," She said the last part thoughtfully, only to be emphasised with a glare in his direction.
"Him.. Daddy... Leave... Dursley's... Truth... Crying..." Amai was murmuring, before the tears spilled over and she tackled Trixie, her small hands balling up as she sobbed into the elder woman's robes. Trixie glared at Tom, murderously, as she held the girl tightly, oblivious the slight jealous gaze she was recieving from one gold and red haired eleven year old.
Tom watched, his heart breaking as he watched his little Angel cry. It hurt, really it did. He had wanted to keep her. But Lily...
With a sigh, he sat down heavily in his chair, burrying his head in his hands, letting out a low hiss of, "Dammit," in Parseltongue, his tone revealing the curse he had used.
"Don't curse infront of children, Tom," Trixie said oddhandedly. Amai let out a small, tearfilled giggle at that, and Trixie grinned at the sound, nuzzling her nose into the raven haired girls tresses.
"It's ok, girlie," The woman said, glaring at Tom once more before she slowly led the young Potter to the couches, setting her gently down, before looking codly at Tom, "I think it's time you explained everything, Tom," Tom knew he was screwed. Bellatrix only used his first name when he was in huge trouble.
And last time he was in trouble, Trixie had dyed his robes pink. And pink was not a good color on him. So, Tom simply nodded numbly before he looked at his daughter. Tearstains fell down her porcelain cheeks, though the tears had stopped falling from her emerald eyes. Trixie was running a comforting hand through her long, raven locks.
Standing, Tom walked to the black couches, sitting down, a small sigh escaping his throat.
"Well... I guess you could say it all started..."
Riddle Manor, 11 years before 1982.
Lily and Tom were seated in his own private rooms, and Tom was holding the beautiful auburn haired woman in his arms as she cried. Apparntly, James had... No, it didn't matter what he had done. What mattered was the fact that he had his life long crush in his arms, and he was comforting her.
With a small shushing sound, he burried his nose into Lily's hair, closing his eyes, and murmuring, "If James had done that, he obviously didn't realize how lucky he was..."
He felt the blood rush to Lily's face against his chest, and he let out a small chuckle at the small, "Tom..." sound she made.
"But... I still can't believe he slept with her..." Lily murmured, the tears spilling over her emerald eyes once more, before she burried her head into his chest once more, the sobs coming from her throat.
"It's alright, Lily, I promise..." Tom soothed, as he slowly led the beautiful woman to his bed, and setting her down. Pushing her hair back, he smiled at her slightly, "It'll be alright, Lily, ok?"
Lily nodded, sniffling, before she grasped his hand before he could leave, and she let out a small, broken whisper, "Don't leave..."
Tom froze, his eyes wide. He turned to her slowly, before he nodded and sitting by her, "Ok..."
"Do you have any firewhiskey?" Tom snickered at the innocent question, before he nodded. With a wave of his hand, he handed her a bottle, and she downed a third of it's contents.
Lily's eyelids began to lower over her emerald eyes, and she inched towards Tom. Tom gulped, and he could only think, Crap, she's drunk.
"Tom..." Lily said as she tilted her head to the side, "You won't... cheat on me like Jame did, right?" She whispered as she crawled closer to him. Tom could only nod slightly, his eyes trained on her slightly open crimson lips.
Lily sat on his lap, straddling him, and she pecked him on the nose, "You won't hurt me, right?" She whispered. Tom simply nodded once more.
"Good..." With that, Lily pressed her lips to Tom's.
That night, Tom Marvolo Riddle, lost control of his feelings for the first time.
Present!
Everyone, except Amai, who was fast asleep in Trixie's lap, was gaping at him.
"You slept with James Potter's wife?!... Man... Your are doomed!" Rabastion shouted, sniggering at his friends terrible luck.
"Oh, fuck you, Rabastian," Tom said with as he stared at the girl he know was his own blood.
"Don't curse in front of the children, Tom," Trixie said again. Tom simply glared while she smiled.
"Oh, and you finally, mysteriously, have maternal instincts, hmmm?" He snapped back, raising an eyebrow.
"That is a totally different matter. But, mind you, I always had maternal instincts. Just never had a reason to use them, " Trixie sneered, "But then you went and set this girl into shock, and now I have a reason!"
Tom could only groan, and press his face into his hands.
"She's the Heiress of Slytherin... Oh wonderful! Why must Fate screw me over?" Tom groaned into his hands.
Rabastian shrugged, leaning back against the side of the couch, "It hates you," He stated simply, as if he was talking about the weather. Tom simply glared.
A small cough interuptted the two grown men, and they turned to the small platinum haired boy that was staring worriedly at Amai. Tom felt an odd urge to growl at the small worried gleam in the boys eyes that were directed at his daughter, but he resisted.
"Uhm.. Sir... I was just wondering..." Draco gulped, and he fidgeted, before he looked Tom straight in the eyes, and said simply, "While she's at Hogwarts... I won't let anyone hurt her, I just want.. to make sure that's ok with you." He said, not an ounce of 'I"ll take no for an answer' in his eyes.
Tom smiled, and he could see the resemblence of Draco's father in the boy. Lucius was always protective of those he cared about, just like the boy, only Draco's reasons were a bit different.
"That... would be alright with me," Tom said, smiling gently at the boy who beamed, his eyes lighting up.
Little did they know, Amai was making a vow of her own... Which wouldn't last a few hours as she completed it...
Amai's Dreamworld~
Amai stood in an odd looking place. It was circular, and there was a mirror in the middle of the room. The walls were slightly moss-covered, and they were old, and almost had a "I'm so old, I could be in ruins," look about them. There was a doorway behind her, and Amai looked at it, but she gasped as she saw it shut as she took one step towards it.
With a sigh, Amai stepped towards the mirror. It was beautiful.
The old mirror's trim was clean, and it was curved in an odd, wave-like fashion. On the top, the words:
"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"
Amai blinked, and tilted her head as she ran a hand down the mirror's side. As she looked in the mirror she gasped at the sight before her.
A woman was standing in a courtyard, with a majestic castle behind her. The woman had long, ebony hair that fell to her waist in not exactly waves, nor exactly curls. Her heart shaped face was beautiful. A small, button nose sat inbetween aristocratic cheekbones, and her lips were full, and the color of roses. Her lips contrasted greated with pale, fauntless alabastor skin tone.
Her eyes were an odd color. They were green, though it was an odd, glowing sickly green. It was rather disturbing to Amai, in all honesty.
The woman's silm, curvy figure was adorned with leather pants that showed her shapely legs. She wore a tanktop that was also black, but had a snake that wrapped from her left shoulder, all down to her right hipbone. It was a rather surprisingly beautiful shirt. On her arms she wore black, elbow-length gloves that were fingerless. Her feet were adorned with combat boots, that were shin length, and untied on at the top. Beside her, was a man. A man with a slightly tanned complection, broad shoulders, and he was well muscled. He wore black slacks that weren't skin tight, and his torso was adorned with a black button up shirt, that was unbuttoned, revealing a silver tanktop. His feet were adorned with leather boots. His hair was a slightly light, yet dark version of blonde, and was held up in a ponytail.
Infront of them were people. A woman, with long, silvery blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her hair was pushed behind pointed ears, and her figure was oddly beautiful. Her eyes were silver as well, the pupils blown up, to the point where she seemed to be dazed. Her pale, almost sickly, skin wasn't faulted by any blemish. Her lips were pale, though the top one was a bit thin. Her nose was sharp, but not long. She wore a high necked, silk blue dress that hugged her goddess-like curves, ending at her knees, and she wore brown boots that were shin-length. The other person was obviously Italian. His almost melted golden eyes were trained on the elf(Most likely, the ears were obvious enough) beside him, and his body was wellmuscled, though not bulky. His skin was dark, and his shoulder length deep chocolate hair brushed his shoulders. His lips were curled into a smile, as he trained his gaze on Amai, and he nodded to her.
Next to them were two people as well, only they were near some animals. One had dark, almost blood-colored, auburn hair that went to the small of her back. Her eyes were the colors of shadows, and her pale skin wasn't marred like the other females. Her lips were full, yet thin, and her nose was pointed. Her form was curved, and slim, and draped in what looked like leather, and a bloody colored trench coat adorned her form as well. A vicious smiled curled her lip as she coo'ed at Amai through the mirror, giggling. The man next to her was shaking his head, his black hair falling to his shoulders in a more tamable mess then Amai's was at that length. He was broad, though slim, and he had eyes that matched the color of the seas on a stormy night. His skin was well tanned, and he had laugh lines around his eyes.
And off to the side, near a rather dangerous looking woods, were six animals. A sickingly thin one, that had a rather death-like appearance. Another one was a phoenix. It's feathers were pure ebony, the color of ravens, and it's eyes were hard like emeralds. Another one was an odd looking one. It seemed to be an owl, though it's feathers were an odd silvery color that seemed nigh impossible to be on an animal. It's eyes were the same color's as the elves, only a bit more violet in color. Next to that was a unicorm. Ebony in color, and it's eyes matching the milky tecture of the sea it reflected, it neighed at the black haired man, who laughed.
The other animal was a snake, the color of drying blood, with an odd mixture of black scales reflected from odd points on it's long, slim body. Laying, curled into a ball near the snake, was a ferret. Blonde in color, and it stared unblinkingly at Amai with ice-like eyes that seemed somewhat comforting to her.
As she lent forward, the black haired woman went up to her, and placed her hand near Amai's, and she smiled beautifully at her, and mouthed, "We are one."
"Yet we are alone." Amai said, unknowingly finishing the bond. She gasped as a homely feeling grasped her core, and she let out a small groan at the feeling, and the ebony haired woman smiled sadly.
"I'll find you," Amai said forcefully, as she regained her sense of the world, and the woman nodded.
"I know you will, little one," She said. Her voice rang like a choir of angels, though a rather odd hint of malice was under it, though Amai brushed it off.
Amai nodded, smiling, "When?"
"Soon." Was all the woman said.
"Go, little Fallen Angel!" The dark auburn haired woman said excitedly, "Find us! Help us, don't let anything distract you. Find your brothers and sisters, Little Angel. Find us, care for us... Love us," She said the last one quietly, as she hugged the man next to her. Amai nodded.
"I will. I'll find you. Your mine."
The people nodded, and with that, Amai's world went black.
Done~~~~~~! :D!
Neo: Don't lie. I know full well you added more to that! _!
Me: Yea yea... Go on with reading, my beautiful readers! ;D Btw~! I own the blood red haired woman. HAHAHAHA!:D! YOU DONT GET HER NAME~~!..Lol. Anyway, she's a new OC of mineLOL.
Neo: SHUT UP AND TYPE, FOOL!
Me:Yes, mistress...
Riddle Manor, Unplottable.
It had been a while since Amai had fallen into a coma. Ever since she had seen Tom.
And Draco was frantic. He never left her side, and he was always reading to her, or whispering little things to her.
It was midnight, and Draco was sleeping, but he was awoken by a small groan. He shot up like a bullet, and looked at Amai.
Her once sickly pale skin had regained it's luster. Her small hands were rubbing at her emerald eyes adorably, and her mouth was opened in a small "o".
"Thank god! Amai!" Draco launched himself at Amai, clinging to her. Hogwarts was to start soon, and he was grateful he didn't have to go without her. His father had ordered a personal woman to get Amai's robes ready. His mother had gotten her the course books, potion ingredients, and all the other stuff. Though, Draco, however, had chosen out a pet for her. He had gotten her an owl, a snowy owl to be precise.
"W...What?...Draco...?" Amai said, her voice slurring, and slightly cracked from the lack of use.
"You've been in a coma for a week, you would've missed your first day of Hogwarts if you slept for another 4 days..." Draco said quietly, his eyes.
Amai simply gaped.
"What... No.. That's... Not... possible..."
"Come on, we need to go..." Draco said, pulling her up, and dragging her from the room, "We need to teach you, the ways of a Pureblood heiress!" He cried dramaticly, causing Amai to giggle.
September 1st, 1982. Kings Cross Station.
Amai hugged her Aunt and Uncle, quietly whispering, "I love you, Mum," and, "I love you, Dad," to them. Which shocked them into silence.
Amai smiled at Dudley, and she hugged him as well, "Have a good year, Big D!"
"Don't let anyone push you around. If they do, kick their arses!" Dudley growled to his cousin, glaring fiercly, but his gaze softened at her angelic laugh, as she nodded.
"I will," She said, as she turned around, "I'll see you during Chirstmas! The Malfoy's are inviting you over!" She said, as she rushed over to the Wizarding family, leaving her relatives mournful as she left.
"It'll be quiet, without her," Dudley murmured.
"Atleast she'll be someone elses pain," Vernon said quietly, which caused the two males to snigger, but to cry out in pain as Petunia whacked them upside the heads, glaring fiercly.
Lucius watched the display, chuckling, but he stopped as he saw Amai coming their way.
Smiling, he ruffled her hair, ignoring her squeak of embarassment, watching in amusement as he led his family to the gateway, watching her trying to fix her hair.
"Don't be so mean, Father," Draco snickered, rolling his eyes.
Lucius simply huffed, and shoved his son through the barrier, bowing rather amusingly to the women.
"Ladies first." Nacrissa sniffed, and she walked through the barrier with Amai, the two women gaining an air of Pureblood aristocracy about them.
Laughing, Lucius followed.
He saw Amai gaping at the beautiful, gleaming crimson train. As Nacrissa hurriedly pulled them to the back, she began to tell them the rules.
"No pushing, no shoving, no cursing, no hexing, no being a snob, Draco, dear," She said, pointing the last one to her son, who let out an indiginant shout, "And no getting expelled!" She finished, as the two first years nodded.
"Ok, Aunt Cissy!" Amai chirped as she dragged her luggage onto the train. Lucius and Nacrissa had all but demanded Amai to call them that. It was rather amusing, actually.
With a hug, Draco followed her, and the two parents looked at eachother, before sighing.
"I'm going to miss them..." They said in unison.
Hours later, Closer to Hogwarts.
Amai had changed into her school robes, and she was chewing on a liqorice wand, as she read through Curses and Hexes For Those That Aren't So Well Tempered.
Amai had gotten it for herself, amusingly, and she had been addicted to it ever since she read the first chapter. She was sitting in the back of the train, her luggage and her owl sitting in the rack above her. She knew they were closing in on Hogwarts, and a while back, Draco had left to go get his friends.
The sound of a knock brought Amai from her thoughts, and she looked up, blinking.
"It's me, Draco," Draco said as he opened the door, revealing two people. The two people from her dreams. The elf and the Italian man... Only as children.
Amai gasped, her eyes wide.
The elf smiled dreamily, nodding to Amai, "Hello, little Angel," She smiled as she sat next to Amai.
The italian one blinked, before shrugging and taking his place next to Draco, and he held out his hand to Amai, "Blaise Zabini. That there is Luna Lovegood."
Amai grasped his hand and shook it, smiling slightly, "Amai-"
"Potter," Luna finished, giggling. Amai nodded, shrugging.
"Nice to meet you?" The words came out more of a question.
"Pleasure is all mine," Blaise said smiling. He turned to Luna, and they began to have a rather deep and long conversation about things called Wargspurts.
A while later, they arrived.
"Fir't 'Ears! Ove' 'ere, firs' yea's!" A rather large man was yelling. He had to be over eight feet tall! His hair was in tangles, and his eyes were black, like a beatles, but they were warm. He wore large, leather clothing, and his was slight tanned, from what she could see. His voice rang out like a cannon, and the small, little children were following him, as many others went to carriages.
As they sat in a boat, Luna, Blaise, Draco, and Amai, they were shocked at the gorgous castle infront of them. The old castle gleamed in the moonlight, and the windows were alight with a rather homey feeling to them.
It took a while, but they finally reached the shore.
"Firs' yea's, Proffesor McGonagall," The large man said, leading them to a rather strict looking woman. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her grey eyes were slightly narrowed, and her lips thin. She wore emerald green robes, aswell.
"Thank you, Hagrid," McGonagall said, the large man, Hagrid, leaving them with the strict looking woman. She looked at them, and lead them into the large, entrance hall, and turned to them, "In a few minutes, you will be sorted. There a four houses. Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff. Gryffindor. And Slytherin. When I call your name, you will come up, and sit on the stool, and wait for the hat to call your new house. Now. Come," With that, they were lead into the Great Hall.
The name left out some very important details. For example. The floating sky, the flying candles, the four large tables. And a rather long head table, where the teachers, apparantly, were seated. Infront of the table, was a stool. With a rather wind-beaten, and old hat sat upon. A seam opened up, and it actually began to sing!
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hat sleek and and tall,
For I'm the the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set the Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuff's are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achive their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're safe in hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
Now, Ye of little faith, I have said those valid words,
Be warned,
For the Six have arrived,
And the Six shall conquer,
Now beware, Hogwarts Students, for the six...
Show no mercy."
With that, the seam closed, leaving a rather pale Hogwarts student body.
With a cough, McGonagall began calling out the names.
Draco, and Blaise were sorted into Slytherin. Luna into Ravenclaw. And it was finally her turn. Amai approached the stool slowly, and she sat down.
"Ah! I was wondering when you'd be here, Riana." The hat said in her mind.
"My name isn't Riana," Amai said quietly.
"Oh, yes, well... Be warned, the Headmaster isn't as Grandfatherly as he shows himself to be... Now, I'll place you in the house as your other four, and you shall gather the Little Seer into your group...SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted at the end, leaving the Slytherin tabled pleased, and the Gryffindor's screaming bloody murder.
With a smile, Amai skipped over, and sat next to Draco, who kissed her forehead, smirking.
.~.! Omg that was dramatic, wasn't it.:O! :o...Review. Read. Etc. xDWHATEVER WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER! :D
~Geo and Neo.