Azul Black and the Sorcerer's Stone

chapter 1

OK this is my first Harry Potter fanfic so if you have any words of advice it is much appreciated.

I do not, in any way, own the Harry Potter series. Only the characters I insert into the story belong to me... this is However, written from the book, Not the movies.

going trough some minor editing

Hello, my name is Azul Lily Potter, but you can call me Zulie or Zuzu. I don't talk much and keep my thoughts to myself, however inside my head is completely different from what's Actually happening. You'll find out more as the story goes along. I usually only talk when I'm answering a question directed toward me.

My brother Harry and I are currently 10, we will be 11 here soon but I doubt that will make much of a difference.

We've never met our parents, hence why we live with our Aunt and uncle. We aren't allowed to talk or ask about our parents and when we do all we get are "that was the past they aren't coming back.. the freaks were idiots and got themselves killed in a car crash. So we got stuck with you"

Me and my brother are treated like slaves... clean the bathroom... cook the breakfast... if you burn that you won't eat for the next week... we have guests coming over so this house had better be spotless by the time I get home ...

UGH!!!!

To say I'm small is a bit of an understatement, Small and skinny. I'm about a head shorter than my brother and seeing as the both of us are malnourished, we are about half the size of most people our age. The complete opposite of our cousin Dudley who's so big he has two rooms... TWO .. what did he reach the maximum capacity of the first and needed an extra to keep him from having to move into the living room.

Poor Harry gets stuck with his hand-me-downs and they practically swallow him whole. I'm a lot better off in the size department but mine are soo much more itchy and uncomfortable. I have to wear my aunt Petunia's old stuff. Purple, pink, and frilly all over. Uncomfortable and itchy, and.. I couldn't believe this... she makes me wear a corset.

Do you know how hard it is to breath in those things? It's like she's living in the early 1800's, I have to wear it to school and whenever I got out in public. I don't understand how she deals with it, she makes it look like nothing. Whenever I complain about it all she says is "I will Not have a young lady in my care going out looking like a slob.. now Sit up straight you ungrateful child!" which I don't understand since it is impossible to slouch in a corset.

Seriously all she cares about is keeping up the image of Perfection. A perfect family, perfect figure, perfect house.

And that's just my home life, now let me fill you in on school.

Dudley is about a year older than us and the most feared kid in the district. Yet whenever the teachers complain uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia explain how 'you must be mistaken our precious Duddlykins would NEVER do anything like that' or "oh he's just being a boy, that's what they do"

Harry is unfortunate enough to be his favorite target. One time it got so bad he ended up on the roof, we are still not sure how that happened. I on the other-hand don't have that problem.

Why you ask? Well because Dudley's partner in crime, Piers Polkiss, decided that I was "cute" and was now his property. I can't do anything about it because all the teachers can do is call my Aunt and Uncle. And you know what, they think it's absolutely adorable and that "oh don't they just make the cutest couple." Then they go on about Young love and first crushes. Honestly they are mental and insist we are dating... much to Piers pleasure. I had nightmares for weeks after I heard that. Ok, I may be over exaggerating, but still.

So while Harry gets beat up and chased around I'm forced to stand beside a scrawny, greasy haired, rat faced, 11 year old boy with his arm around me keeping me from helping my brother. The worst part is he's obsessed with my hair. Normally I wouldn't mind, I LOVE my dark fluffy messy hair, however it's the fact he plays with it at all hours of the day and sniffs it when he feels like flirting.

No literally he will hold me in front of him and he SMELLS my hair. One or twice I understand, it does smell like strawberries, but when it's coming from HIM, *shivers* and there nothing I can do to fight back... stupid corset.

Simple to say Harry doesn't like him much. I don't either.

Well I think that enough information to get you started. On to the story.