Sweet but Deadly

Chapter 2- Freedom

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hiiiii!! sorry for not updating for like 2 weeks. I was drowning in math homework. SERIOUSLY HOW AM I EVER GOING TO USE PAIRS OF LINEAR EQUATIONS IN TWO VARIABLES IN REAL LIFE!? anywayssss... enjoy!!!!

I decide to name the shadow girl Adalia (Lia)
Mari is Amara's nickname

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Amara remembered her training; It was an experience she would never forget, for you see Adalia was an 'Umbra-Inferna', her powers growing day by day as she saw Amara struggle with her incompetent relatives.

An Umbra-Inferna is a creature, a shadow forged in the depths of hell to bond with a powerful enough human. The only other 'Umbra-Inferna' which shadowed across the Earth was Lady Le Fay's own, which she adequately named Ignis. Adalia, who was now quite used to her powers listened on. She was part Umbra, a shadow, so the darkness welcomed her and her witch. She could freeze time, or speed it up. She could spread the darkness, or destroy it. She could do anything she pleased, along with Amara's help. Lia could shadow travel, which meant secrets. Dozens and dozens of secrets. She saw how the close neighbor, Mrs. Figg was actually a spy for the foolish old coot. So with Amara's help, they traveled to her house in the safety  of the night. Oh how they enjoyed her screams, it was exhilarating!  

Amara listened and she listened, training through only the ear of Adalia's gathered information. She remembered late nights as she stood in the base of her mindscape sorting through her memories. She remembered being intimidated by the sheer size of her magical core. In the first few months of her training she was able to create a mindscape. Her mindscape was her calm area. She spent hours upon hours perfecting every inch she could.

Her mindscape was a forest clearing, forever submerged in the calm purplish-blue hue of the night; with the mighty forest protecting her personal heaven, Amara loved it.  Her memories flowing through the current of the grand waterfall, each drop containing memories worth remembering. She had perfect control over her magic. However something was wrong, she could feel it. She could control her magic yes, but it did not feel normal, it was as if her magic was being blocked by something, yet she knew this was not a block. For, whenever she used magic, she felt as if majority of it was forcefully seeping out of her body . It was a weird feeling, but she knew she had to get it rectified soon.

Adalia was quite impressed with her friend; developing a perfect mindscape as a 6 year old was considered impossible! Not to mention the adult world. An adult having even the basic knowledge of Occlumency was considered a scholar. In fact, the only other fully developed mindscape would have been Lady Le Fays's. Even Voldemort did not have a mindscape and that was saying something.

The moment Amara was finished with her mindscape, Adalia started teaching her magic. Not the sort of magic taught at Hogwarts, but real magic. Magic fueled by emotions and creativity. She taught Amara how to bend her magic according to her emotions. In order to do this, she had Amara pick out her emotions. The waterfall in her mindscape now flowed in waves of color signifying her emotions. She was taught to use these emotions. To harness the raw power and mood and shape it. She could do things most adults found difficult with just a simple wave of her hand.  (A.N. I'm making her SUPER OP cuz she not going to be founders heir or something)

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31 October 1987 - 4 Privet Drive - 4:00 AM

The day was young, so young, the night still prevailed over the light. A child started humming her favorite lullaby, her voice laced with ancient magic. The house was silent, the snoring gone, the only sound audible;the young girls voice. The Dursleys came lumbering down into the kitchen, the barely lit kitchen. The kitchen was empty except for the young 7 year old standing there her back turned to the 3 residents. Her green eyes open and glowing with power, her plump pink lips moving along with the words of the lullaby. She stopped singing and the Dursleys broke out of their daze.