Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 1: The Return to the Dursley's

So I'd like to say in advance that I'm NOT SORRY for what I did to Madison. Having her go through the veil and such.

Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter.

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Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 1: The Return to the Dursley's

As I walked down Privet Drive, I came to a sudden halt at a red brick wall. I saw a small piece of ginger hair; cat hair. Ironically enough, it looked exactly like the shade of ginger when Professor McGonagall would turn into her animagus form, a ginger tabby cat.

Taking my eyes off it, I began to strut down the tan sidewalk.

I caught the eyes of one of the elderly ladies on Privet Drive, much to my dismay.

It was Mrs. Dill, but me and Harry, my older twin brother, would often call her Mrs. Clause as children.

The ancient lady was a bit more round, almost as if she had too many chocolate chip cookies and milk. She always wore red, Christmas red.

Today she was wearing a red robe, red slippers, and a red sleep cap on top of her frizzy, snow white hair. Her ancient blue eyes behind her half moon spectacles caught my emerald green ones.

Disgust, horrid and terror was present on her wrinkled face. Her mouth was in a sneer; she never enjoyed me as a child, or as a teenager it seemed. It was okay with me, after all I didn't enjoy her as well.

People who were outside, making their ego larger than possible by making sure their garden was better than the others, stared at me.

"Is that a Potter girl?" I heard one whisper loudly.

I ignored them.

Making my way downtown (if you guys get that I'll love you all), I finally stopped outside of the boring Number 4 Privet Drive.

The front door opened. Harry, who seemed to have grown, to my surprise, looked over and jumped.

"Madison!" Harry beamed, not even bothering to stay away due to my smell and stringy, greasy hair from not be able to shower.

"Harry," I replied as he gave me a Weasley-like hug. My feeble bones felt like crushing. Man, I was starving.

I didn't even realize that Albus Dumbledore was behind my brother.

"Madison Potter," he said, looking at me with undoubtable pride.

I smiled, and looked at the old man. I wanted to shower.

"Harry, I suppose that we will have to wait a little longer. Madison, why don't you go clean up?"

"Thank god," I said.

"Then we can go when you're ready."

I was making my way to the front door.

"Oh, and Madison?"

"Yes, Professor?"

"I would love to hear your tale sometime," the man said.

For a second, I believe that I had seen a sparkle in his blue eyes.