Dionysus Blake was a very curious little girl, always trying to see and do everything, as if there was a timer on every opportunity. She had Puppeteer's nack for mischief, and Liu's quick wit. She also had Sully's quick temper and sarcasm. Her first words were 'daddy', and she took her first steps just a few weeks later. Her parents would compare her to a redwood tree–she just kept growing and growing without any end in sight.
Dionysus always went with one of her parents whenever they went out, whether with Liu to go on a spree or with Puppeteer to visit the carnival for meetings. She adapted to the carnival, taking to the clown aesthetic quickly and even going as far to make her own face paint.
Liu remembers the first time he and Puppeteer came home to see her sitting in the bathroom with Jason, her head shaved in a fluffy mohawk and dyed neon yellow at the tips. Her face had been painted a simple blue and red, a large blue stripe on top of her left eye similar to Laughing Jacks and under that two smaller red stripes facing left, her right side the same with swapped colors. When she saw them she gave a shark toothed grin and that's when Liu notice the hot pink eyebrow piercing.
She grew up far too quickly for Sully's liking, and by the time she was ten she could pass for a short 15 year old. Poisonous green eyes like a cat, warm brown skin and pitch black hair making the dye stand out like a beacon. She made her own skin tight body suit, the chest area checkered, the arms stripes, her right leg covered in stars and the left hearts, it was only two colors—teal green and black. It helped her bend and contort her body better—she could snap all her body parts in a clean 180 and the body suit wouldn't tear.
She found out quickly that it was too cold to wear just that, so her solution was purple leg warmers and red fingerless gloves. They went with her yellow flats, she said, and Puppeteer could only laugh. She'd also sewn herself a purple skirt with a yellow trim, attaching it to a yellow belt she used to hold knifes and some of Puppeteers strings. She used Helen as target practice quite a bit as a toddler, much to his carnage.
And carnage she caused. Dionysus believed she was on this earth for one reason—to break and destroy. She quickly earned herself a name; the fearsome daughter of Homicidal Liu and The Puppeteer, Katastréfo. Destroy in Greek. The first of the Underrealm second generation. Or, as her parents called her, Kit-Kat. Sully had called her that after her first wanted ad went up. He'd cooed and awed and fawned over her and she'd felt like dying from embarrassment but also loving how special she felt.
And special she was. She could do incredible things; she could make fire in the palm of her hand, she could levitate everything and everyone, she could make a bubble around her body and walk on the ocean floor—she was magical. Liu had investigated into all parts of the wizarding world, and had came back with tons of books and information. She read every book she could find and tried her hardest to memorize it all.
She found she liked being magical, but what she most definitely did not like was being different. Down in the Underrealm everyone's the same thing—blacked out souls of serial killers and whores. Ladies, gentlemen, interesting miscellanea and esteemed gutter filth of every kind. They were all the same—horrible stains on humanity.
When the first Wizard had cried out at her scar, called her Harriet and had caused a crowd of over a hundred other magic folk to surround her, she killed every single one of them and made sure witnesses knew she'd done it. She wanted the wizarding world to know exactly what sort of monster she was. She wanted the wizards to know that Harriet Potter had been dead the moment that curse rebound.
Her parents became more protective than ever after the newspaper articles came out, calling her "a tragedy of the greatest kind". She'd laughed and proudly told every witch or wizard that tried to "help" her that she was very much coherent, that she could think for herself, and she was going to murder them and enjoy it. Papa, dad and moon were livid after one man, who came all the way from Britain, tried to tell her about her birth parents. Apparently, they'd been friends when they were children.
Remus lupin died a slow and painful death at the hands of the reanimated monster of his best friends daughter.
And don't even get her started on the old coot that was the Hogwarts Headmaster! That bitch just couldn't take a hint. Always sending letter after letter after letter, 'encouraging' her to repent and 'be the hero of the light she was always meant to be' by trying to spell her with hexes and steal her away with portkey envelopes. At this point, if an owl comes anywhere near her she kills it and leaves. No use getting kidnapped again.
But for the most part, Dionysus considered the wizards to be nothing more than a mild annoyance, something easily dealt with and forgotten. By the time she was fourteen, she had a lot more important things to worry about than wizards. Mainly being a pseudo-big sister to Mortica, Maleficent, Cody, Itsy-Bitsy, Mckenzie, Vanessa, Kyra, Elizabeth and Abigail. Once Toby, Laughing Jack and Jason figured out how to have biological kids, they sure as hell got busy. Unfortunately, this was also the time the Tri-wizard Tournament took place.
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Trapeze Artist
FanficKids are difficult, especially when that kid is an over-dramatic theater kid who's more flexible than physically possible and often forgets that humans have feelings. Oddly enough, they wouldn't have her any other way.
