From a young age, Leonora Potter had discovered that she was quite different from the rest of her family. After getting sorted into Slytherin, her relationship with the Potter's crumbled, and she was forced to find family in other places. Perhaps th...
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A/N - The first few chapters, more specifically this one through 'The Aftermath,' are all some background information on Leonora, as well as her sorting. The official chapters begin at 'The Start of Fifth Year'.
Also, earlier chapters are slowly in the process of being edited. Edited chapters will have the chapter number in front of the name, e.g. 001. A Witch is Born.
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Euphemia and Fleamont Potter had struggled for many years to conceive children, that was no secret to anyone. They had even almost given up by the time they fell pregnant with James. And after he was born, they had figured, because of their ages, that he would be the first and only baby they would ever have.
So imagine their surprise when just over two years later, they fell pregnant again. This time with a little girl. Leonora.
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Bitter cold and relentless rain marked the 11th of May, 1962. Heavy raindrops pelted against the windows at Potter Manor as lightning danced across the sky. It illuminated the walls of the dim bedroom where Euphemia Potter lay resting, a small bundle of blue blankets cradled gently in her arms. It was splattered with tiny white stars, glinting like the night sky.
And inside that blanket, laid a tiny baby. Leonora Euphemia Potter, born just hours earlier. She slept peacefully, unaware of the storm raging outside. Euphemia gazed down at her, her eyes filled to the brim with love.
Suddenly, a soft rasp could be heard at the bedroom door. Euphemia slowly glanced towards it. "Come in." Her voice was quiet, careful to not wake the baby. She winced as the door creaked open, watching as her husband, Fleamont, entered the room.
He walked in, almost at a tip-toe, as he made his way towards them. "How are you, my darling?" he asked softly, placing a light kiss on her forehead as he reached them. "And how is our little Leonora?" He hunched over the bundle of blankets to get a view of the sleeping baby.
Euphemia glanced up at him, her eyes exhausted. "I'll be alright. Nothing a few potion's can't fix." Her eyes trailed down to Leonora once more, a lazy grin plastered on her face. "And Leonora is doing wonderfully. She's very quiet, unlike James. You know how hard that boy was as a newborn. I'm hoping that maybe Nora will be different."
"Maybe James will rub off on her as they grow." He shot his wife a cheeky grin, amused by the thought.
She didn't appreciate the thought, eyes widening in horror. "I certainly hope not! The last thing we need is another James running around this Manor. One troublemaker is enough for me."
A violent crack of thunder tore through the air before Fleamont could respond, shaking the Manor with a strong force. Particles of dust fell from the ceiling as Euphemia gripped Leonora just a smidge tighter.
The baby finally stirred, snapping her eyes open to stare at her parents, her eyes filled with wonder. She, however, made no sound.
"She looks just like James, doesn't she, Fleamont? Almost like his twin."
Her eyes were a deep, dark chocolate brown, the only thing that set her apart from the boy. He had light blue ones. Much like a robin's egg. Their noses were similar, and she already had tufts of dark hair sprouting from the top of her head, mirroring her brother. They were unmistakably siblings.
