Emperor Potter- Chapter one- The beginning that should have been

I am back somewhat with another story I hope you guys enjoy. I will try to work on the others during semester break but no promises.

This is going to be a highly oc based fanfic, but I would still give it a read even if you not into that kind of fic.

A pair of green eyes widened in fear and pain as the large heavy hand of his portly uncle thundered across his face leaving behind a angry red streak in its wake. Wincing as his uncle ranted and raved about his latest 'freakish' behaviour his large mustache quivering with every syllable, a purple vein throbbing in his temple as his got redder and redder with each word he shouted in his face. The fresh, red imprint left by his uncle stinging as the tears he had been fighting so hard against began to fall, down his cheeks.

"What are you crying for boy, do you have any idea what your latest incident has caused. You are no better than those good for nothing parents of yours. Get to your cupboard you bloody ungrateful freak, no food for a week you little welp!"

From the corner of his eye he spotted his fat pig of a cousin sniggering at the top of the stairs. The little monster enjoying the show provided to him from the suffering at the hand of his father.

Unwilling to draw his uncles further ire, he let him roughly grab his arm. Not even daring to let out a squeal of pain as the portly man rough twisted his skinny arm. Gritting his teeth, letting out a soft hiss of agony as the pain in his arm became more apparate as his uncle squeezed even harder

"Get in there you brat." Grunted out the gruff voice of his uncle, as he roughly pushed the young boy into the dank, dark cupboard.

Scampering into the cramped cupboard like his life depended on it. Shuddering as he heard the door of the cupboard slamming shut behind him, the wooden frame rattling from the force of the impact. Hearing the metallic clinks of the doors locking mechanism as his uncle bolted the door shut. The grumblings of his uncle faded as he trudged of into the sitting room, to spend time with his perfectly 'normal' family. Shaking like a leaf, a mix of pain, fear and sadness festered within the small boy, as he curled up into his creaky lumpy bed, holding the scratchy, tattered excuse of a blanket, close to his frail shaking form. Closing his eyes, the dull throb of his cheek and arm fading along with his consciousness, tears staining his cheeks, as he silently wished for all of this to end one way or another.

Perched on a low hanging branch outside the window, of number four Privet Drive sat a hazel eyed horned owl watching as the events of the night unfurled within the Dursley household. Those hazel eyes burned with a silent fury as she watched the ongoings of this family. Letting out a low indignant screech of anger, the owl took flight into the night sky soaring high into the night air, before diving back to earth at speed. Changing back into its human form under the shadow of night emerged a young woman dressed in a long black coat and jeans, her messy black hair lightly whipping around in the night breeze as she approached the door of number four.

Her dragonhide boots softly thudding against the cobblestone path, leading to the dwelling of those that were the subject of her ire. A light knock on door brought the sounds of scurrying footsteps accompanied by a voice that she knew all too well.

"Who could be out here at this ungodly hour..."

Blue eyes met hazel,as the wooden door opened, fear flickered in the depths of those pale blue eyes for the briefest moment before being replaced with disgust and anger.

"You... what are you doing here." Spat Petunia with venom filling here every word.

Glaring at the brown haired, long necked woman with the most malice that she could muster, hoping that just maybe her look would be enough to do the old bint in. How on earth did she ever end up being related to this waste of space, sure she had adored Lily but she could have really done without this bint in her life.

"I am here for my nephew." Her words had a deadly finality to them, glaring as the the older woman took an involuntary step back.

"Get out of here your kind is not welcome here." Squeaked out Petunia's shrill voice before she tried slamming the door with all her might, only for a dragon hide boot to put a stop to that, with little to no effort.

"I am not in the mood for a washed up bints theatrics, I am here for Harry." Drawing her wand from her holster, showing the seriousness in her words.

Scrunching up her nose at the mention of the boy, she felt her hatred for the women growing with every passing minute as she showed her distain towards the innocent child they both called their nephew.

"You..u wouldn't... do magic in front of muggles now would you?"

A smirk flitted across the Petunias' face as she thought she had just won a small battle in their war of words, only to falter at the sight of the smirk playing on the lips of the much younger woman this women did not care she was on a mission to get back her family's' missing cub and she would stop at nothing to do just that. Her attention was further split as she heard the gruff voice of her husband behind her followed by the mans heavy footsteps. Said fat man waddled his way towards the front door, catching a glimpse of the stunning woman standing at the door licking his lips at the sight before him.

"And who may this be Petunia."

His leering only made the young witch even angier who the hell did this twat thing his was. Deciding she would have some fun with the man before proceeding, make him piss his pants before she fetched her nephew from this hell on earth.

Petunia stood there like a fish gasping for air, she didn't know what to do, nor did she like the look that her husband was giving the good looking witch standing on her doorstep, she Petunia Dursley the biggest mouth in Privet Drive had been rendered speechless. Before she could open her mouth to try to lie her way out of this situation the other women had already begun to introduce herself.

"I am Kate, Kate Potter."

A devilish smirk played on Kate's lips as the words left here mouth.

"Nice to me... Wait did.d.d yo..u..u sa..y Potter! The color drained from his face, as he stammered spluttering as he looked at the women the had just been ogling with disgust. Balling his fists the portly man prepared to fight should the need arise.

"Your kind are not welcome here, leave this instant you freak!" Bellowed Vernon, had it not been for the few privacy wards that Kate had cast discreetly around the house, there was no doubt his shout's would have no doubt attracted the attention of more than a few of the nosy neighbours living in Privet Drive.

Kates smirk never left her lips as she casually pointed her wand towards Petunia, taking delight as his fists slacked as he noticed her wand in her hand, all the bravado that he had shown moments before shattering into nothingness.

"You don't seem to mind being married to one now do you."

This seemed to be in the nail in Vernons coffin as the man turned to his wife, and back at Kate before just standing there eyes bulging, mouth agape.

"What..t.." His voice croaky his eyes growing murky as his brain imploded at the very thought of being married to a freak.

"Vernon! Vernon! Vernon dear, she's lying I am not a freak like her." Petunia no longer stuck in her own stupor pleaded to the prone form of her heavy set husband hoping she would be able to bring him back to reality.

"Aww, I think I broke him. Now onto more important matters, where is Harry." Her smirk morphing into a much more serious expression as she shot a piercing look at the brown haired woman before her.

"Why would I hand him over to you. Your no good brother got my sister killed and got that brat dropped..."

'Crack!'

"You have no right to talk about James or Harry like that you, bitch. " Kate glowered down at the witch kneeling on the ground, her face a bloody mess as blood dripped from her broken nose on the pristine carpet below. Pulling out a handkerchief she wiped the blood of her pale knuckles, she scoffed as she noticed the pale skin start to turn a bluish color. This attack against his wife seemed to bring the big lug that was Vernon Dursley back from his trip in la la land as he roared back to life in defence of his wife.

"I don't care who you think you are, no one hits my wife, freak or not."

Lunging towards Kate, only for him to fall to the ground before he even laid a single sausage like finger on her, as she cast a silent stunner with an extra kick to keep him knocked out for awhile straight into the folds of his chest,

Petunia seeing her husband crash to the ground like a sack of potatoes seized the opportunity to draw her own wand seeing no point to hide the fact that she herself was a witch since the man she had spent years hiding that fact from lay unseeing in a heap in the entrance hall in their house , only to find Kates wand already waiting at her throat.

"I have had enough, no more games. You know you don't stand a chance, you are no duelist."

Lowering her wand Petunia knew she had been beat.

"Take me to Harry now or I promise I will make the death eaters look tame."

Petunias eyes widened, this wasn't the Kate she knew when they were younger no this Kate was person hardened from lose. The cold stare she gave her made her shiver, dispelling her wand back to its holster before she gestured deeper into the house.

As Kate walked through the house her wand still held firmly in her hand, her heart broke as she noticed the severe lack of any sign that one than one child lived in this house. What kind off life had that monster Dumbledore left her nephew to live for ten years of his life. What kind of aunt was I to let this be and not act just because that old coot had said Harry was in good hands. That was a thought for later, but one thing is for sure that old man would pay.

Opening the door to the cupboard she had seen Vernon toss Harry into , the skinny woman gestured rudely towards a small bundle curled up in the bed. Kate could only gasp, he was so small he looked he was seven rather than ten. He was so thin, so fragile, not mention the state of the room as the tattered blanket that he was clinging for dear life in his sleep.

"You monsters this is how you treat your own blood, what would Lily say if she saw this."

Petunia had the decency to look down averting her gaze, shame washing over the blue eyed witch.

Casting a few diagnostic charms she shook her head, her anger burning as she observed the state of her nephew. Casting a sleeping charm over Harry she gently cradled him in her arms. How would James ever forgive her for leaving his only son here to live like this, how could she live with herself for leaving him here this long, she had many wrongs to write but she will make things right even though it may be a bit late. Walking out to the front door making sure to step right on top of Vernons face and hands hearing soft cracks as his fingers broke, she heard Petunia call out to her from inside the house.

"You take him now you set of a series of events that will push our whole world into war. They will come for him from every side." Petunias voice was low and defeated no doubt she would face some sort of punishment as she had just lost a valuable 'tool" in the war that was on the horizon. Kate felt disgust at the mere thought that her baby nephew was being considered a tool to be used like that. She knew he would be part of this war one way or another, but she had no intention for him to be a mere tool, he would be a player and he would control the board when this was all over. He was no ones tool he was his own person,

Smirking back in typical fashion she called back with her Gryffindor cheek and spirit on display.

"Let the them come, oh and by the way don't even try running, our business is not quite finished and if you do I will make the consequences so much worse."

Lightly fingering the Potter crest pinned to her coat, a small prick of her finger the portkey using her blood activated whisking her and Harry away with a faint swoosh. One thing was for sure tonight was the night the Potter Heir would return home, nothing could dampened the mood.

Thanks for reading, remember drop a review and I am looking for a beta for this fic.

See you guys next time in chapter two 'Homecoming'