Heather Rosetta-Dorea Lilith-Iris Potter wasn't normal.
She remembers thing most shouldn't.
Knew things most didn't.
And saw things most didn't.
She was strange even for her own world.
She had lived with her abusive relatives for ten years. Until...
I stood in the master bedroom. I'd finally moved into it. My brows scrunched together as I past. Walking infant of the fire. The reddish wooden floor under my feet. My hand rushing threw my black and red hair. The room walls where white my bed slightly up higher then the floor. A king sized bed. Two lamps in each side desk. A few smaller dressers against the wall. Next to my bed was a black door that lead to a library.
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On the other side across from the black door was another black door. That led to my walk in dressers and and connected to that a bathroom.
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