Scarlett did not remain on the streets of London for long; as the years passed, she discovered ways of using her powers, and once she learnt how to teleport herself across a short distance.

Like most of the weird and amazing things that happened in her life, it was partly chance, partly accident. Well, two things happened; once she was running away from someone chasing her, and she found herself close to a tube station. As it was nearly midnight and most sane people were in bed, nobody saw it. The second time was a bit more direct, she was running across a road, and a car was bearing down on her. She disappeared and found herself a little further away.

After that, Scarlett began learning how to teleport herself. It took a little time since she didn't know what could and would happen if she ever discovered what could go wrong, although in future she would be grateful she had taken things slowly. But once she was teleporting herself, Scarlett saw no reason why she had to stay in Britain.

She left for Ireland, and from there, she travelled to America.

And that was when she first discovered the Magical world. Scarlett was stunned when she turned up in New York city, a place she had longed to see for so long, only to be confronted by five men in black suits and overcoats, holding sticks out in front of her. She quickly tried to get away, but she found herself back where she had arrived. They took her to their HQ.

-8-

"Magic exists?" Scarlett whispered, leaning back in her seat.

"Yes," a woman - a witch - replied simply.

"And I am…a witch. It makes so much sense, I always knew I was different, but I never imagined it was something like that."

"What do you mean?" The wizard with the witch said.

"I was treated like a slave by my family, who aren't magic, and I escaped," she didn't know what these people could and would do to her if they discovered she murdered the Dursleys, including a dog. "I've lived on the streets of London ever since, and soon I learnt how to teleport away, and I decided I was bored with London, Britain, and I teleported around, and eventually I came out here," Scarlett explained.

The witch and wizard stared at each other visibly troubled. "It… it is not unknown or uncommon for young witches and wizards to get a degree of control over their powers," the witch said carefully.

"But nevertheless, we might have to send you back to Britain, and alert the Ministry of Magic there of what's happened, although I can't say for sure what they'll do since no harm was done to the Statute of Secrecy."

"Statute of What?"

The duo explained it clearly enough. The reason why magic was unknown to non-magicals, or No-Maj's as they were referred to in America, especially the MACUSA which was the American magical mirror of the United States was because the magical world hid from them, behind barriers. There were departments in every ministry on the planet, every community which prevented non-magical interference.

In some countries, like the MACUSA, their separation from the No-Maj world was so complete they actively took young children who were magical away from their families and replaced them with clones of their offspring who were not magical. The real children were then raised in the MACUSA.

For countries like Britain, who ran the risk of discovery every single time a child used magic, and sometimes their parents were benign, while others were much like the Dursleys, or they tried using the child for their own ends.

Scarlett didn't understand why those countries did so little. Didn't they care at all about their own future, or were they blinkered?

"What about me, how do I fit into this?" And then something occurred to her. "I think my aunt and her husband knew what I was. I've only just realised, they hated me so much, lying about my parents and how they died."

"How did you become orphaned, Miss…what is your name?"

Scarlett had been wondering how long it would take these people to ask her that since they had just rushed her here to get her away from any potential non-magical sighting. But at the same time she was reluctant to even say her full name. She had learnt that names were power, and the last thing she wanted was for the police to track her down like that.

But…

These were witches and wizards, her people. While she didn't really trust them yet, she did want to be a part of their world…and discover all she could to be better than a girl from the slums.

Biting her lip in thought, she decided to give it a thought.

"Scarlett Potter," she said.

"Well, Miss Potter-," the wizard began.

"Wait, do you have a scar on your forehead, Miss Potter?" The witch whispered.

Scarlett stared at her. "How do you know that?"

"Do you?" The witch pressed.

Scarlett hesitantly pushed her hair aside, revealing the lightning bolt-shaped scar.

-8-

The next few weeks, which turned into months, and then to years, were a whirlwind for Scarlett. She discovered to her amazement and outrage that she was part of the Potter family, an old magical family, and there was even a branch right here in America, in the MACUSA. And once the American Potters were alerted to her presence, they quickly rushed to take her in.

Memories of her time from the Dursleys and on the streets (it took her some time to become accustomed to the very notion they were not going to prosecute her for stealing; as far as they were concerned she hadn't broken any laws and she had kept her powers discreet, but at the same time, Scarlett got the impression they didn't care about crimes in the non-magical world…and truth be told, neither did she), the Potters quickly had proof Albus Dumbledore, the old man who had kept her away from them, from the magical upbringing she was entitled to, was a terrible and lousy guardian.

Scarlett was incandescent with fury when she discovered her history. It was one thing being told lies you were aware were lies the whole time by a bunch of filthy No-Maj's because they loved it, but being told your parents had died when you were a baby because an evil, insane Dark Lord was after them, and they died while you weren't.

That was bad enough, it was what came after that infuriated Scarlett.

Albus Dumbledore had placed so many spells on her, monitoring her health and even controlling her mail. Okay, in theory Scarlett knew only too well that many people wanted her dead, and would use mail to sneak in potions or hexes, but the fact they never once bothered to send the filtered mail through because Dumbledore actually wanted her to not know a thing about magic before she was old enough was unethical.

The scandal where all of her worst memories of the Dursleys was released into the magical world, and Dumbledore was forcibly questioned. Under disguise, Scarlett attended and watched the trials with cold interest, and she listened to how Dumbledore wanted her ignorant so then she would look to him as a saviour, knowing she knew would be abused and tortured by the Dursleys and he had even ensured it with magic.

While Scarlett was not a saint, even she would never steal from an orphan, and she would definitely never set up an illegal marriage contract like Dumbledore had done with her and a family under his control, a family called the Weasleys.

The Weasleys had a long history of line theft, they had lost everything because 200 years before, they had stolen family spells from French refugees, forcing some of them into marriage, and manipulating events so the families would die so the family magics would be theirs. For years, many families still despised the Weasleys; one of them was the Malfoy family, and nowadays the Malfoy family was leading the charge in destroying everything Weasley connected in Britain. Scarlett hoped they succeeded.

With Dumbledore's help, the Weasleys had planned revenge, although all he had wanted to do was to plunder the Potter libraries of their knowledge. It didn't matter to him too much if he was stealing from an orphan, but Scarlett was puzzled. She had asked her family in America what they would have done if Dumbledore tried that, certain he must have known the Potters had relatives elsewhere. But it turned out that he didn't, and they assured her, they would have made sure Dumbledore and the Weasleys had their hands cursed off for even thinking of touching what was rightfully theirs.

The Potters were the ones to lead the charge against their ancestors, and they were all for it. They had set up an illegal contract between herself and their youngest son, but now it was revealed the parents were being sent on a one-way trip to Azkaban, and the rest of the family were forced into the slums. But Scarlett planned to go after them, and finish them off.

While she focused on her new life in the MACUSA, Scarlett began making her plans to set up a spy network, a network of extremely carefully chosen agents and operatives who didn't know who they were working for while she planned to just move on and forwards with her life; she created the network primarily to protect herself, she wanted to know if Dumbledore or the Weasleys, or anyone else was coming for her.

Meanwhile, Scarlett entered magical education. Ever since her escape from Britain and her embracing of the MACUSA, she had been studying the magical world and her relatives had hired tutors to help her with her quest and desire for knowledge before she went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; there were protests from the entitled British wizards, who claimed she should go to Hogwarts, and shamelessly, with their own agenda, announced she was dishonouring her parents' wishes, but Scarlett ignored them contemptuously.

If they had just left it alone, then she would have forgotten it. But they refused to leave things alone, and a group of British wizards brazenly tried to kidnap her, but they underestimated her powers and she caused terrific injuries to them before the American Aurors turned up, and she made it clear then about her thoughts about her parents.

"My parents gave their lives for me, but they don't rule my future. I do. I don't care about what they would have wanted. I don't think they would have cared what school I went to, so long as I was happy. Why should I care about your country, you just let me live on the streets? You didn't care if I was alive or dead, so why are you bothered about me now?" Scarlett had given many other harsh attacks. "Deal with your own problems instead of interfering with a girl who really doesn't care about whether or not you live or die!"

But her words had cut deep especially in the heart of Sirius Black, her supposed godfather. Scarlett asked her family to make sure he was okay, but she kept him at arms length. She didn't entirely welcome him into her life after thoughtfully going after Peter Pettigrew without thinking about her, but she made it clear that he could stay in her life…provided he never tried to meddle in her affairs, or force her to go to second rate country.

Years passed and she graduated with honours, and just as she was settling down with her boyfriend, Scarlett thought of how good life was; Voldemort and his minions were gone, Dumbledore and the Weasleys were in prison, but she had her plans arranged for all of them, it was only a matter of time.

-8-

Author's Note - I started writing this series a long time ago, but I lost sight of what I wanted it to do, so I...stopped, but now I'm going to stop writing Harry Potter stories and focus on other things, I wanted to finish it once and for all.