Hogwarts fanfic
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Lily and James Potter. Two of the 'worlds greatest wizards!' They weren't at their home, Godric Hollow, no. They were out doing who knows what. They left theirwonderful son at home. Who else did they leave there? Their good for nothing problem daughter, as they put it. They were left with house elves. It was near midnight when the tale begins...
The door was blasted off it's hinges. Two house elves, Lerry and Cally, rushed to the door to see what it was. The last thing they saw, was a dark shadow looming over them, then a flash of light, extreme pain, and darkness. The shadow strode to the childrens' room. The door was opened, not with a blast like the other. The shadow walked in. He looked at the two cribs with interest. He looked to the shining, obviously expensive, one first. It had had a name carved in, in elegant handwriting. 'Harry James Potter' it read. He then looked to the other. It was a wooden black crib. In it, the name was a bit sloppy, and it was dirtier as well, as if the house elves weren't allowed to clean it. He stepped closer to the crib, running a pale hand over the name to make it clearer.
'Ebony Potter'. He looked into the crib, at the infant. She had green eyes, the same emerald green as her brother's. The difference was, her eyes were cold and hate filled. He dark hair was looked sleek. She was different. Not like her mother or her father, despite the small resemblance. No matter, he can't let the Potter children live. He raised his wand. The infant was laying on her side, blocking her heart for a straight attack. He held the wand over her arm. "Avada Kedavra!" the man shouted. The house began falling apart at the sheer power of the spell. A piece of wood fell on the other child's head, making an odd shaped cut that would leave a scar. The girl didn't cry like her brother. The spell stopped.
The shadowed man was standing, slightly shocked as he looked at the girl. She stared back with cold Avada green eyes. On her arm was a scar that resembled a skull with a snake coming from it's mouth. He started speaking to the girl. "I am the Dark Lord Voldemort. You are different. We will meet again." With that said, he dissapeared. A baby's cry filled the crumbling house. Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was crying. The man never touched him. His sister survived, not him. He was weak.
Soon, Lily and James Potter returned to their home. They immediately ran inside, to the children's room. They held their son, ignoring their daughter once more. They were cheering about him fulfilling a prophecy. Ebony was the trouble child. They thought she just got in the way. She was a burden to them.
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Years passed by for the Potters. The Dark Lord was gone, they were all happy. All except one. Ebony Potter, five year old trouble child. She looked different from the others now. Her once emerald green eyes were now Avada green. Her eyes were cold. There was no trace of happiness in them. Her once tan skin was now extremely pale. Now, the adventure starts...
~~Ebony POV~~
I was sitting outside. My parents were off doing who knows what with their precious Boy Who Lived. Pathetic if you ask me. They hated me. Why? I outshone their Golden Boy. I got my magic at three, he only got his this year. I made a door open silently, he made a new candle burn, rather dimly. I was superior, yet inferior. I heard them talking last night. Today, our birthday, they were getting rid of me. They were sending me to an orphanage. It was for muggles.
They haven't directly told me, but I packed my few possessions in a trunk. Most of it were books Harry didn't want as an infant. A few sets of clothes were also in there. It didn't even fill half the trunk. I went to my room in the attic and grabbed the trunk, just as I heard them come back. They called me outside. "Ebony Potter! Here, now!" my father yelled as if I had just murdered someone. I dragged the trunk down the stairs. It wasn't heavy, but it weighed almost as much as I did. I got down, luckily not falling a few times, as they called again, this time angrier. They were going through with it.
I dragged the trunk outside. They looked at me from the muggle car they had. I put the trunk in the back and got in at the backseat. They were talking to me, but I ignored them. I never talked to them. Harry was next to me. He looked at me curiously. "Why did you put stuff in?" he asked. "She's leaving, dear. We found a better place for her." Lily said from the front. We drove a while, then we saw an old house, if you can even call it that. The car stopped. I glanced to the side and saw Harry asleep. I opened the door and got out. I read the wording above the door. 'Lady Love's Home For The Lost' it read.
Neither of my parents made any effort to get out. I opened the back of the car with a bit difficulty. I took me trunk out and walked to my mothers window. She reluctantly rolled it down. "You don't talk, so go!" she commanded sternly. "Lily and James Potter, mark my words, this isn't the last you'll see of me. I'll have my revenge, especially on you, mudblood!" I sneered. I knew how to insult them. They looked taken aback, and Lily looked like she wanted to strangle me and cry. I stepped back, spinning around to face my new 'home'. They didn't waste any time here. As soon as I took the first step, they were gone.
I went in. It was chaos inside. I saw stairs on the far side of the room and started for it. I got halfway, before a rather large boy, maybe seven, grabbed my trunk from me. "A new one! Let's see wha' you have!" he said, his small 'gang' snickering. "Drop it, boy." I commanded. He looked at me. "I'm bigger, stronger and older than you, so why?" he asked mockingly. I stared him dead in the eye. "I said, drop it." I threatened slightly. He looked at me and laughed slightly. "I said-" he started in a mocking tone. "Drop dead" I sneered, cutting him off. I grabbed my trunk. At that moment, I punched him in the face. He let out a howl of pain and let go. His nose was bleeding. "Drop dead!" I yelled once more. He coughed up some blood and fell to his knees. I glared at him and a few cracks were heard. He screamed in pure agony. I turned and made for the stairs again, hearing his pathetic sobs. I got to the stairs as a few children saw what happened. One of the younger ones, maybe four years old, gagged.
Days passed. Children bullied me. Every time something happened to a bully I was called a demon child. It was nearing Christmas when I got a letter. It was written in black on Avada green parchment. It was simple. 'We know' it read in elegant handwriting. It wasn't from my parents. I was greatly puzzled by it. Christmas came and passed and, surprisingly, I got a gift. It was a leather pouch filled with galleons and sickles and knuts. This surprised me. I hid it in my trunk. Maybe I'll get a chance to use it later.
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It was my birthday once again. I've been here for 5 years. Children came and gone. Two died, but I'd rather not speak of that. It was early morning, maybe two am. I was sitting on the window sill, my eyes closed. I've been sitting here for about four hours. I couldn't sleep. I opened my eyes slightly and stared out the window, trying to spot the birds and animals that made a screetching sound that started getting louder. I saw something bright where the houses should be, and something green against the clouds. I opened the murky window and stared out in disbelief. The houses were burning! The screeches were screams! How could I be so stupid? I saw shadows swiftly moving to the orphanage. Maybe this is my chance to get away! I threw all my belongings into the trunk. It was nearly full, but not heavy. It weighed less than me, as I put on a bit of weight since I actually got food. And I got stronger by all the fights here.
I threw my trunk out the window, it landing quite a way off. I went out to the hallway. I ran to the stairs and turned back. My
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