Ok. Look. The Six are the following:
-Amai Potter
-Draco Malfoy
-Koriah Asara
-Akira Thanos
-Blaise Zabini
-Luna Lovegood
-So!, NO the Weasley Twins are NOT part of The Six. Okay? e.e Gawd. The Weasley Twins are more like... Ah... How to put it...e.e..Hrm... .3.'.. Uhm..-.-... OH! Part of a little group :D! That support them. And no.. I have no idea who will be in it yet. e.e. Thats in like. Sixth year. So PSHH!... And if your wondering. -... Yes. Amai goes through soem traumtic experience that makes her Riana. :o. Same for the rest. They come in a certain order! So don't complain whenever you don't like who went first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, whatever. So please. Don't complain. Just. Deal with it. Please and thank you:D!
From,
Your Lovely Physco W/ Odd As Hell Tastes Who Needs Some Serious Mental Help
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"
Chapter 13.
Nightmares.
The horried smell that bombarded her nostrils was gag-worthy. Honestly. Amai's lip curled in disgust.
The sudden scream caused her to jump from her train of thought and run in the direction of the girls bathroom.
"Amai! Wait up!" Akira screamed from behind her.
"NO! SHE COULD BE HURT AND I NEED TO BE THERE NOW NOT LATER!" She screamed at him.
Akira rolled his eyes but cursed as she slowly left his train of sight. Who knew such a little girl could be so fucking fast?!
As Amai sped to the lu, she had to hold her nose in an attempt to keep the smell out.
Another scream. Amai let out a low growl as she sped up once more, but she screamed as she slipped, her momentum causing her body to lurch into the wall of the girl's bathroom with a sickening crack.
"Potter!" The girl screamed out, eyes wide. With a rueful smile, Amai slowly righted herself. The dumb looking, 12-foot tall, smelly, green-skinned foul, evil, idiotic, retarded, loathesome, ugly looking... Ahem.
"Why 'ello there, ugly!" She laughed softly, rolling her eyes as the troll blinked at her, it's held tilted.. Honestly what was up in that nose.. THose were way to big to be called buggers.. Maybe.. Trolbgers?.. Nah.
The troll made some weird mix of a gurgle and a growl.. Sounded like a hungry baby, actually. Much to her amusement.
She let out a low yelp as she dodged the swing of the club. The blasted thing could have killed her! Though.. oh... that's what it wanted to do.
With a low growl of, "You ASS," Amai quickly threw the nearest thing at it... A brick.
It whacked the beast in the head, as it's eyes began to unfocus. His club smashed into the sinks, then he spun, and he destroyed the stalls as well, the redhaired girl screaming as she covered her head.
"No!" She yelled as a big of tile slammed the girl's head. The blood. So much blood.
It covered her hair, causing it to clump, and her eyes had closed.
Another growl rose from her throat as she threw another brick at the beast, breaking it's nose.
It cried out in pain.
She laughed, before stopping short. Her wand was in her hand, though she didn't remeber drawing it. One word escaped her lips. She barely heard the whisper before the blackness surronded her vision.
"Limariona."
Amai's Dreams.
The fire. It was everywhere. The cries. The pleas. The blood and sounds of pain came from all around her and Amai felt her breathing quicken in horror. It was so horrific. So real. So graphic. Corpses. Blood. Screams. Pleads. That's all she could see. That's all.. It was... So.. wrong.
The dark room was slowly crowding in on her. Not enough room. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs-!
Then, she was on the ground. Someone above her was sniggering as they pinned her hands above her head, her eyes still trained the ground. She let out a whimper as something was dragged over her back. The sound of ripping.
A soft gasp escaped her as her shirt fell limp. What was..
"Your so naive.. It's cute," The voice purred, low and seductive.. It was... famaliar.
Nails scraped her back, digging into the skin. She could feel the blood drip, and she knew what it was. It was a marking, of sort. Some creatures use it as a way to mark their targets. But why her?!
The man above her said quietly, "Little Angel." A laugh. Help me! She mentally screamed.
Something licked her neck, causing shivers to run down her spine and disgusting feel. Then, suddenly something broke the skin. She screamed. Pleaded. Sobbed. Cried. Whimpered. It... just... hurt. No other words to explain it.
The man slowly sucked, causing her writhe in pain and scream out, whimpers continously coming from her throat. It hurt...
"he..l...p..." She croaked out as the blackness slowly clouded her vision.
The last thing she heard was a low murmur.
"My little Dark Angel..."
And everything went black.
Later On. Draco's POV:
Draco looked down at the pale face of Amai. It had been two weeks since the troll incident, and she still hadn't woken up. The one thing that had worried the teachers were the nail marks on her back. Even the teachers were worried, according to them, they had come in and saw Asara, and Amai on the ground unconcious. Each with varrying injuries. Asara had bruises all over her body, each in different versions of severity. Not to mention she had a cut on her head, and her face was covered in blood. Amai had been even worse.
And the troll. Apparantly, it's skin had been white as paper, it's skin was rough, like brick. It's eyes had dulled, no color at all. Not to mention there hadn't been a single wound on it. As if.. As if something had drained it's soul from it's body.
Dumbledore had seemed the most troubled by what he had seen. According to the teachers, he had arrived just in time to see the troll fall. He wouldn't say anything about how it was defeated. But everyone knew he knew.
It worried him too. The nails. The wounds. The odd design they formed.
But he couldn't focus on that now!
His felt his heart being torn in two as he looked down at her pale face. Her eyes were closed, and a white blanket covered her body, her arms laying above the blanket, resting at her side. Not a thing moved from her, except her chest as she breated.
Her skin was so pale, it was sickly. She had bruises on her arms, and legs, not to mention the odd hand-shaped bruises on her neck. A scar ran down her cheek, starting from below her eye, to the tip of her mouth. Madam Pomfrey said it would fade. Good. She was to beautiful to be marred by scars...
He shook his head violently, his ungelled hair falling down to his neck.
He had been there since Madam Pomfrey had allowed him. Draco hadn't left since. He knew it was probably worrying some of the teachers, and probably confusing half the school at the fact that the "Rich Slytherin Brat" was actually worried about someone other than himself.
He heard the doors open and he didn't have to look over his shoulder to know who it was. He knew by the aura the person let off.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked softly, his voice bouncing off the walls of the infirmary.
He knew the man was smirking. From the tone of his voice.
"Aw, that's all you have to say?"
Draco turned sharply, glaring murderously at the man infront of him.
The bastards sandy hair went to his shoulders, some of his bangs were falling into the softly tanned skin of his face. The bastards build was still the same. Broad, yet lean. He had grown to, to about 6'2. His chiseled face was still as handsome as ever as well. A black shirt hugged his muscled torso, and a leather jacket was placed of it. Rips were well, placed in random spots along it's surface. Faded blue jeans hung loosely on his hips, which probably drove just about every female that could see him crazy. A knife hung around his waist (And Draco knew full well that the bastard could kill him in seconds if he wanted with it), holding his pants up. Combat boots adorned his feet.
The bastard looked just as infuriating as he had two years ago.
"You have no right to be here!"
The bastard smirked, "Aw, and here I thought you missed ya missed me!" His southren accent dripped into the husky voice of the man that still pissed him off, even if it had been two years.
"As if, you bastard!" Draco snarled, his body tensing involuntarily.
Why? He thought desperactly, Why does he still have this affect on me!? He mentally screamed.
He still remebered what the bastard had done. What he had down to Severus. What he had done to his mother, his father. And what he had done to Draco, himself, as well.
The bastard smirked, walking over to him, and looking down at Amai. Draco tensed, glaring murderously at the bastard. What he said shocked him. He had always thought of the bastard as a soulless monster with no heart, who simply enjoyed toying with himself.
"She's so innocent.. Who did this?... I recgonize the handiwork," At this, he looked from the corner of his eye at Draco, ".. I just wanted you to know, Drake.. What happened two years ago... I'm sorry."
Draco's eyes widened and stared, actually gaped really, at him, "You.. Hiro... Wh.. why..."
Hiro looked down, and sighed softly, "I realized.. In the past two years.. That life is something to cherished. I grew up, with my handiwork. I know what I did to Severus, I heard about it, and I saw it in my dreams..."
Draco looked down, "Sev has gone back to his emotionless, snarky bastard ways."
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and the two turned around sharply, their eyes widening at the man before them.
"What in all of the seven bleeding hells are you doing here, you ass?!"
btw. Since it took me so long to update I added like, a few.. maybe... 7 more paragraphs? I didn't count... O_o. From like, the dream, and there on was addedO_O"
O-o ...No don't hate me. Yes. It will be clear on WHAT Hiro is. Sooon! Probably...around...Hm... Either the Forbidden Forest scene, or the Mirror of Erised. With the stone. Kk? ;D! =3. VOTE D:!
AND BTW! D:! IM SOOO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG! QXQ! My bro has pneomonia, and it hasn't let up since, like, a week after I updated. Q~Q He came home for about, 2 days, then was shipped off to the emergency room, then taken to the hospital via ambulance QxQ. Do ya see why it took me awhile? T-T Im sooo sorry! D:!..Anyway. :3.
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