A/N: This chapter is a bit confusing, I'll admit. I barely understood a thing I typed, until I re-read it…. And I also re-read chapter 20, as well, so that might've had something to do with it… Anyway! –Rubs back of head, sheepishly.- I realize this may be a bit late, but I'm grounded. For, like, the entire time I'm here in Kentucky, so! If I do get this out, then you should realize it's a miracle. Same goes for the rest of my stories.

PS: I REMIND YOU OF THE NEW STORY: My Heart Isn't Yours to Claim, It's Mine to Give has a lot of viewers, but not many REVIEWERS! Same goes for The Damned and the Blessed. READ THEM! PLEASE! This is by far, probably, my most successful story. So, tell me what you think for the other ones. I want to know if I should continue them.

Okay, I'm done ranting now. Wait…

P.S.S: This chapter, I forgot to mention, takes place in… wait for it… the future! O.O! It's amazing, ain't it? I'm so creative… That was sarcasm, by the way.

Amai Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 21

Fast-forward to Darkness

Black robes swayed as long legs strode through the dark marble of the Ministry of Magic. People stumbled and shuffled to get out of the way. Low whispers of shock and curiosity rang throughout the underground building.

Curled obsidian locks were pulled into a ponytail, tumbling down the back of their owner. Leather adorned the woman's curvy figure, accenting her long, toned body. A black, sleeveless robe swirled around her, her knee-length, lace-up boots making little sound.

The message was clear in the confident, purposeful stride the woman had as she walked toward the Atrium, the many windowed offices silent, an unnatural occurrence. People pressed in, trying to catch a glimpse of the most powerful and dangerous, woman in the Wizarding World.

Riana Mirana Malfoy, wife to Draconis Lucius Malfoy, Lady Malfoy, and the many other titles she bore were too many for many to even name.

But one little secret had managed to sneak out. That one secret was the talk of the Wizarding World, not the fact that she had collapsed, but it was who Riana really was.

Amai Lilith Potter.

The shy, giggly, naïve, troublesome, jokester was really the woman who had conquered against all odds, taken down every enemy.

The woman stopped at the fountain, looking up at the marble statuette. It was a statue, which was obvious, but it was also a fountain. The clear, sparkling water was littered with money (Wizarding money, mind you.). The statue itself bore many different races. Both a witch and a wizard. A centaur. And, which twisted Riana's heart the most, a small, little house-elf.

It reminded her of Dobby, truthfully.

A crooked smirk pulled the corners of her ruby lips as she stepped onto the rim of the marble fountain. She turned sharply, cloak billowing. She looked into the many eyes of the shocked watchers.

"Well!" The seductive voice drifted through the Ministry, amusement clear, "I hear you all know who I really am. I am, truthfully, absolutely appalled it took you so long! Not to mention, you actually had to read it from the Prophet! And, as you can see, I am here personally to say: Yes. I am Amai Lilith Potter. But with that, I am also Riana Mirana Malfoy. So, that means I can still kick your arse if you get any sick ideas."

With that, she hopped off.

A sharp crack resonated through the marble halls. A deafening silence followed.

*Tomorrow… Or Later… or whatever you want to call it! XD!*

"Amai, are you sure that was wise?" Draco fretted, his silvery blue eyes worried.

Riana… No, she was Amai now.

Amai smiled softly at her husband, raising up a hand to run it through his blonde locks, pushing it from his handsome face, "Love, it may not have been wise, but I needed to do that. I've been trying to hide what happened to the Wizarding World's precious Girl-Who-Lived," She sneered out the words like it was a foul curse, "for far too long. I needed to come out, or else I fear I might have gone crazy."

Draco sighed, looking up at her wearily, "Alright. I understand your reasoning, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it, you know."

Amai let out a soft laugh, smiling at him, "Love you."

"Love you too," Draco sighed out, his worry vanishing at the sight of his love's smile.

Raising a tanned hand to run it down her cheek, he met her emerald eyes, "Amai… I wonder why," He whispered quietly, his brows furrowing slightly in what Amai knew as thought.

"Wonder why what?" Amai questioned, tilting her head into his hand.

"Why we were chosen." He said quietly.

"Were… we were chosen because, I guess, we had wrongs done to us in our life. My mother was murdered and my true father turned out to be a person most of the world thought to be a murderer. Kori's parents physically and mentally abused her till she ran away, living with your parents. Akira's father raped him when he was fourteen, for crying out loud! Blaise's mother abandoned him on the streets, and he got caught up in drugs, till we forced him clean. Luna's father turned her into Dumbledore because she was a Seer, and we just barely saved her from being raped..." Amai trailed off, voice quiet.

"What about me?" Draco pressed.

"You… You, my dear man, met me," Amai grinned as she leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Draco rolled his eyes at his erratic wife, smirking.

"Mental," He murmured before he pressed his lips to hers.

*End chapter*

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