Miss Potter -DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

"Are you feeling any better?" Her mother asked as she placed the mug in front of her, the teaspoon stirring on its own. "You can drink this to calm your nerves."

"Thanks, mum," Finley quietly said as she stared at the tea in front of her, her thoughts running back to the weird dream that woke her up that morning. She felt oddly empty inside, she mostly forgot what the dream was about, but the feeling remained and it freaked her out. The more she tried to remember, the more rapid it vanished from her mind.

'What was that dream?'

'Who was that boy?'

"Sage—"

"Ow!" Finley yelped, her tongue was burned by the scorching hot liquid. She almost dropped the tea mug on the counter if it weren't for her mother's quick thinking, the mug was now floating while Finley fanned her burnt tongue. "That hurt," she says, blowing raspberries to minimize the burn.

'It hurt?' She thought as she slowly stopped her self remedy. Why does it hurt?

"I should've told you how hot it was, are you okay?" Her mother fussed tapping her wand on the counter and revealing ointments and medical things. "Does it hurt, Sage?" Her mother asked her again, cupping her cheeks to check the tongue that was stuck out of her mouth.

"Yeah," she replied in confusion, "I think I burned my tongue more," she explained as she stares down at the teacup that almost burned her taste buds off. Why did she think she wouldn't feel any pain by that?

"Come here, let me see."

Having her mother fuss over her felt unreal, foreign yet familiar that it confused her so much. Was she okay? Was the dream causing this?

What was her dream again?

"There," her mother smiled before kissing Finley on the forehead, putting the medicinal objects away with a flick of her wand. "I'll go fix you an iced tea."

"Thank you, mum." Even those words felt foreign to her mouth, has she not thanked her mother properly before? Why did it feel like she's never had a mum before?

She stared at her mum some more, watching her mother's every move. The way her mother hummed a familiar song which she distinctly remembered her Uncle Sirius singing at the top of his lungs whenever he and her dad were drunk, but it also felt so unfamiliar, as if it had never happened before.

'My name is Sage Finley Potter,' she thought, she was sure of that, grounding her that she wasn't going insane or anything.

"Here you go, love," her mum tells her, placing a glass of iced tea in front of her with a bendy straw.

"Thanks, mum," she thanked her mother, taking a sip, letting the cool liquid get into her system. It relaxed her mind, very well that she almost forgot what was bothering her.

"So! Are my children excited for this year?" She hears her father's cheers from up the stairs followed by another pair of footsteps. She turns to her father to see him in his Auror robes, sporting a large grin on his face as he entered the kitchen.

"Why, what's happening this year?" Another voice asked revealing a boy who held so many similarities with her father in terms of a bird's nest a messy hair. "Aside from NEWTs and the quidditch cup that is," the boy adds before taking a seat next to Finley.

"Unfortunately for you, Harry. There will be no snitch-finding for you," her dad tells the boy, Harry. Messing his already messed hair.

"What?" Harry frowns, taking off his father's hand from his head. "But I'm captain this year, Ron and I were going to use the forest as practice—"