The precious Horcrux

Hey my adoring readers of Wattpad! I have returned with a new story. One that i'm actually planning as we speak ... Well type really. Just a few things you should know about this story! One, all the characters except for Amelia Riddle (My character) Belongs to JK, ok? Secondly, this story takes place before the whole battle thing, and when Harry and Ron and Hermoine start Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy the story ^^ Oh and I will also writting in Amelia's POV for now, but you never know ;)

Oh and picture on the side is of Amelia :3 

Oh and also, for those who don't know, Amelia is also a Metamorphmagus: Someone who can change their hair and eyes at will.

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I woke with a start, sunlight was flooding into my usually dark room. I moaned and grabbed the pillow, placing it over my pale face. I was too busy thinking about last nights dream to register the continous knocking and yelling. My door creaked open, and my adoptive mother walked in. Her mouth was moving but no words came out of it, I was in my own little world. The dream I had was no different from the other ones I had been having for the past 6 years, they all began with this ... man. He seemed strange, and bad news. Every time I heard his deep, merciless voice I had the urge to run and hide. Nothing extremely bad happened in my dreams, but it was the same conversation each time. This man; he always talked about a boy, the boy who was also ... my brother. I zoned back into reality, and my mother was standing there - an irritated look upon her face. 

"Amelia! I want you dressed and cleaned up in five minutes straight!" The woman yelled, tapping her foot and glancing at her watch. 

"Yes aunt petunia" I said politely, in my usual manner. As soon as my aunt left the room, I walked towards a pile of clothes, and grabbed a pair of worn out jeans and a black t-shirt. I slipped on my converse trainers and skipped out my room, bumping into my adopted brother Harry on the way. He was getting a mouthful from our annoying and evil little prick of a brother: Dudley. Calmly, I walked over to the two arguing boys and slipped between them.

"Boys!" I yelled, grabbing their attention for a split second before they returned to staring daggers at each other. I pulled on gently Harry's arm, and separated them. I needn't of gave them another lecture. Harry looked at me, his green's seemed rather dull lately, probably because of his being moved into the cupboard room. Was that even Legal?!

Just as me and Harry  shuffled towards the living room to do our chores, I noticed my uncle vernon looking at a strange letter. Vernon looked shocked, his expression was priceless and I couldn't help but laugh; that earnt me some angry stares from Dudley and Petunia. Vernon turned and scowled at us, he tore the letter up, and it was then me and Harry knew that the letter my spitefull uncle tore up, belonged to us.

"No letters today! No letters at all!" Uncle Vernon said, grinning madly. Me and Harry exchanged glances and quickly finished up the washing, so we could escape the madness of the room they were in, and talk about the letter they had recieved, that was torn up. 

"Harry ... Why was Vernon so eager to tear OUR letter up?!" I growled, my arms crossed stubbornly as we sat in my room. I often refered to uncle Vernon as Vernon lately, as I feel disgusted to even think of being related to that pig! I shuddered, and Harry seemed to notice.

"You ok Am?" He said softly, using my nickname. I let out a laugh and nodded.

"Just thinking how unfair it was that we got these pigs as family .." I muttered under my breath, knowing that they still had ears, no matter how ignorant they normally are.