Sweet but Deadly

Chapter 1- A new friend

The Dursleys wanted to be as normal as normal could get. With their normal house in a normal neighborhood near a normal city.  With their absolute hate for anything out of the ordinary, it wouldn't come as a surprise that a young girl, presumably freakish, was locked in a boot cupboard-under-the stairs forced to listen to the normal political banter between the Dursleys and another normal family; The Cattermole's. 

"At least I'm not being starved by the whale," thought Amara, who was sitting in a criss-cross position her head leaning against the small wall of the cupboard.

"What a way to celebrate my 6th Birthday!" she muttered silently, chewing the leftovers from lunch; cold canned soup with hard, almost inedible bread. She did not know why she felt different today, after all, today was just another miserable day in the miserable life of young Amara Potter. The only difference being how she cried late into the night yesterday. She had to cry and release some stress, by relieving the pent up emotions within her. She didn't know how to put it, but in some ways she felt more.... powerful? No, not quite the right word, she felt more controlling, more..... Amara. Yeah, she felt more like herself. 

She felt as if she could do anything. She felt as if she could control the very ground she walked upon, the very air she breathed and the very real water she drank. She felt like a goddess. No too far, she was probably overthinking it anyway.

After finishing up, she gathered the dishes? she did not know what to call a plastic cup and a paper plate, which were re-used far too many times to be considered healthy.

'Might as well get some sleep,' Amara thought, not wanting to cry like yesterday as she got comfortable in the closet. Well, as comfortable boot-cupboards could be. She shut her eyes tight, trying to remember her days as an infant. Oh the blissful, carefree life she used to live, why could she not be like every other 6 year old roaming the Grocery store aisles, their only concern being on the 'Nice list' for Santa this year. Oh right, because of the two men the Wizarding World literally worshiped.

Just thinking of them made her blood boil, she wanted to see them burn, then beg. She wanted to rip out their guts while they lived, screeching in pain. She wanted them to beg for mercy when she showed them none. "Oh well, all in good time!" she thought innocently, acting as if she totally did not have thoughts about graphic violence at the young age of 6.

"Well that was quite disturbing." a voice which was certainly not Amara's chirped.

Amara yelped, instantly getting up, her head accidentally hitting the short roof of the cupboard above her head.

"W-Who is there?", she managed to get out, looking around frantically, almost scared shitless.

"Look down silly!", the voice giggled sounding quite like an insane child. Amara looked at the floor of the cupboard and saw a shadow of a young girl about her age. Her figure was almost exactly like hers, albeit a little healthier. She could make out two lose plaits hanging from the girls head, however the most disturbing fact, other than she was talking to a literal shadow were her blood red eyes. 

"Hello?" Amara asked cautiously, not knowing how to respond to a shadow. The shadow girls eyes quickly changed from the iconic red to a bright golden yellow. "Well, hello to you too!" she responded way to enthusiastically. 

Amara thought there was no point in beating around the bush, so she decided to get straight to the point. "Are you a shadow?" she asked, still weary of the insane-child-shadow-girl in front of her.