Harry Potter and the last Potter (fanfic)

Meeting Anora

Hi! This is my first time sharing one of my stories and I hope you like it! (I LOVE HARRY POTTER!)

This dream. I have the same one every night. I'm, well, me... But it's weird. I more of watching the dream rather than seeing it first person. It's all blurry, in a baby's blue room which is completely torn apart. The cute teddies are on the floor, the cot's been knocked over and there's a woman screaming. I can't see the woman but I know she's there. There's a baby boy there too, he's a bit chubby on the cheeks with brown light hair and deep blue eyes. Then suddenly, there's a green flash and I wake up, drenched in my puddle of sweat. I'm surprised I haven't woken up any of the other girls.

Madam Harping storms into the room and hits me round the head with a rolled newspaper telling me to shut up. "Bitch," I mutter when she leaves, "not like i'm having a nightmare or anything". I should be used to this kind of treatment, but there are some things people just cant see past as normal. I live in an orphanage (so typical) with over 100 more kids. It's one of the religious christian church orphanages that everyone hates. Well, we do. Why i'm at a Christian orphanage I have no idea, i'm surprised I havn't been booted out yet. I'm about as holy as a turd. I'm quite a bad kid to be fair, but, can you blame me? My parents dropped me here when i was born as I've been told on numerous occasions. I suppose I've asked so many times because I'm hoping that the story would change. That there was a good reason. That there's this heroic, tragic, life threatening story behind all of this.

Who knows? Maybe they're dead, but for some stupid reason, I care. I care so much that it takes up all the space in my mind, I can't concentrate on anything. Why did they leave me here? Is there something wrong with me? Could they not take care of me? Was I a mistake? Did something really terrible happen and they had no choice? I don't know... But anyway, I really am a shit.

It's 6:00am, meaning Madam Harping was about to wake everyone up with that godforsaken bell. We all get up sluggishly, preparing for another tedious day.

I share a room with 30 other girls from ages 10-16. I'm 16 so next year i'll be with the 17-18s. Me and Molly, (my best friend in the house) along with all the other girls, got dressed and went to the main hall for breakfast.

It's Monday so it's plain oats soaked in milk.

"Why can't we have normal cereal?" say's Molly.

"Ahh, I dunno'... Fucking disgusting" I reply tiredly playing with the slop in my tiny bowl.

"Hmm, yeah, so's your language love"

"Yeah, alright. Sorry "love"," I teased, "But honestly though, it's no wonder we're all so bloody thin!"

Harping smashes two pots together. Her back is as straight as her "spanking stick", as we like to call it, and her nose is as long and thin as her arms and legs. The wrinkles on her face are held back tightly by the perfect pale brown greasy bun tied at the top of her head.

"Attention everyone! There has been a report that someone has been making stink bombs in the ladies toilets! Again! Whoever, has been doing so MUST come forward immediately! There are also reports that someone has broken their way through to the air vents, leaving their wasted dinner there to rot and stench the house!"

The hall burst into laughter all knowing it was me. After all, I am the only girl in this whole place brave enough to pull any kind of prank in this house. The boys building on the other hand... I've heard they're a lot less tame.

"you all seem to think that this is funny, do you? NO DINNER TONIGHT! FOR ANY OF YOU!"

The hall groaned. Honestly, you'd think that orphanages in the 20th century wouldn't be so 18th century. I carried on laughing even when the hall went dead silent. I stood up from my seat, "it was me Miss H," and chuckled, "for both of them. And I also wrote "MADAM HARPING SUCKS!" in the hall ways, and stuck "CAUTION! NOSE IS POINTY, WEAR GOGGLES" on your back and probably anything else that gone on around here- well... I'd assume so, however I wouldn't want to take credit from anyone else genius ideas-"

Madam Harpings pale face turned dark purple. "Anora Potter... I should've known. COME HERE AT ONCE!!!" My face dropped. I look down at Molly who mouths the words "you're gonna' get it now..."

"State the obvious much!" I whisper.

I slowly walked up to the podium where she stood. She lifted her stick ready for punishment. Some of the other kids in the crowd flinched or "ohh"ed painfully. I knew what to do of course. The amount of hidings i've had to take from this psycho.

I stood facing the crowd and held out my hands. SMACK! The first painful hit but i didn't make a sound. SMACK! The stick whooshed and made a loud connection on my skin, it was so painful it burned. I bared my teeth. SMACK!!! "AH!" I cried. Tear welled in my eyes, but I resisted the urge. I wouldn't want to give her the satisfaction. But I knew she wouldn't stop until she saw regret.

Looking at her shadow on the worn out blue tiled floor i see the stick way up high in her arms. This was going to kill. I squint and prepare myself for the pain to come and suddenly...