𝓘𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵

Chapter 1

Albus Dumbledore.

A man who believed everything he did was for the greater good. He had thought this situation over and over in his head a million times. So, the hairy, out of date - do not use after 1961, idiot dropped Amaryllis Dorea Potter off in nothing but a scruffy old blanket. A small intricately engraved key on a delicate chain adorning her chubby neck and a short letter explaining the circumstances for her being dumped on a doorstep. And so that was to be the life of Amaryllis stuffed away like an unwanted Christmas present, ironic as she would never get any for the next nine years.

"She has to be weak so I can manipulate her is the only way," the fool told himself.

What he didn't know is that she would not become a pawn in his ridiculous plan, her mother ensured that.

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Eight year old Amaryllis woke to the sound of thundering footsteps above her cupboard signalling the beginning of her day as a slave to the Dursleys. They may be the last of her blood but were definitely not her family. Amaryllis had only known her name for a few years, before she had always gone by girl or freak. Young Amaryllis had learned it was better not to ask questions as it would only end up with a brutal beating and she tried to avoid those at all costs. And so, she stayed quiet not in fear, but in hatred; she despised her relatives with all her being and she knew who put her here. You see the young girl had many gifts one of them being an eidetic memory. She remembered hearing the screams of her dying parents as the green flash took the last of the life from them. She also remembered a large man pulling her from the rubble to then sleep soundly in his arms as the revving sounds of a motorcycle drove little Amaryllis away from her shattered home. But her most vivid and hated memory was that of the old man with the silvery beard and the twinkly eyes dump her on the doorsteps of her now worst nightmare in a threadbare blanket muttering about how it was 'the only way.'

Amaryllis POV

As I stirred from my less than peaceful slumber awoken by the sounds of booming footfalls above me and a deafening knocking on my cupboard door

"Get up girl and come make our breakfast now!"

I got up and took some time to determine my location. Nope still in this hell hole, stolen books lay scattered around me, my mouldy thin mattress beneath me. I was clad in Dudley's old hand me downs, which consisted of an old checked shirt nearing my ankles, oversized jeans held up with a length of old rope I found in a skip and my necklace which I never took off.

I had just dreamt of the motorcycle and the daft old man who abandoned me here and how I really wished he hadn't. Putting on my emotionless mask I rubbed my eyes and reached for the broken shard I used for a mirror and took a look at myself. My waist length red hair stuck up everywhere. Petunia had once taken scissors to it but that only resulted in it growing even longer, it was like a never ending waterfall, a river of rusty red locks flowing freely or simply put a right mess, imagery was not my strong suit. I probably would have looked alright if not for the lightning bolt scar on my forehead and the scarlet hand shaped mark across my cheek.

My crappy old glasses lay abandoned in a ditch somewhere, most likely after being slapped off my face. Surprisingly, soon after I stopped wearing them my eyesight fixed itself. I almost ventured as far to say that it was like magic but quickly dismissed the idea being a firm believer in science, even with all the odd things happening around me. So, I chalked it up to a medical miracle, a scientific anomaly, after all, magic couldn't exist, right? But what stood out most in my reflection were bright, sparkling, green eyes filled will a look of slight wonder and curiosity but also with phantom pain seeping out into the world.

After snapping out of my thoughts I ran my fingers through my hair, satisfied with my appearance I left the security of my cupboard and prepared myself for a lack of intellectual conversation and a slap for being late. I coasted through the kitchen towards the stove and prepared breakfast for the pigs at the table. I laughed softly to myself; even my horse faced aunt was slowly progressing into a similar state like her husband and child. I swiftly plated the fry up big enough to feed an entire country, certainly more than the three waiting eagerly at the table. As I passed Vernon his coffee, he lifted his newspaper within my range of sight. It was July 31st. My birthday. Not that they would acknowledge it. Eager to get away I smuggled some bacon in a napkin grabbed my list of chores, it being a weekend I was not at Primary School. I was only there because a neighbour, Mrs Figg saw me gardening during school hours and got suspicious, but it was absolutely the best thing that ever happened.

Mathematics, Science, English I excelled in them all, but my favourite was definitely Science, specifically physics and by extension maths. Even though I would get badly beaten and starved for my good results, I refused to give up the one thing that brought me happiness. So eventually they gave up and left my school grade alone much to Dudley's disappointment.

By the end of the day, I'd almost completed the list of chores from this morning the last being to organise the attic, I slowly and cautiously made my way up the rusty old ladder. As soon as I reached the attic I sneezed. Dust was everywhere. I couldn't breathe and crashed to the floor trying to regain my breath. As soon as I did I noticed an odd looking trunk dotted with runic symbols. My curiosity peaking, I looked for how to open it, sighing when I realised it was locked but my mood improving when looked down at the key necklace I always wore. What if... maybe? With nothing to lose, I hesitantly reached forward and turned the key in the lock. Letting out a small breath I didn't even know I was holding as I heard the tell-tale CLICK of a lock opening. I blinked.

This trunk was full of books, potions, transfiguration, charms, dark arts, defence, ancient runes, nuclear physics, biochemistry, advanced mathematics. The books were about magic, well most of them. I laughed hysterically, surely Petunia and Vernon didn't believe this nonsense. As I finally calmed down, I noticed something, a letter. Written on top were the words, "To my dearest Amaryllis Dorea Xx." I picked it up staring at it as if expecting it to burst into flames, tentatively opening it the following words brought me to tears something that hasn't happened since the first time the Dursleys laid a hand on me.

"My dearest daughter,

If you are reading this, then your father and I are dead. We loved you very much and are so very sorry we never got to see you grow up. We died protecting you from horrible people and a horrifying war in an even worse world. And hopefully, this will protect you again when we cannot. If you do not already know this my dear you are a witch. I'm just going to let that sink in."

I looked up from the tear stained parchment. I am a witch. I am a fucking witch. What the hell!? I can't believe it.

"Okay sweetheart I know this must be a shock for you, but have you ever found yourself doing something peculiar when you're angry or sad, something you can't explain. This is accidental magic; you can't help it. It is controlled by strong emotions. As for what we hope to protect you from, his name is Albus Dumbledore he believes in something called 'the greater good,' and that he can risk lives for a greater evil based on this idea. He has convinced himself the things he does are for this cause. But sweetie they are not. He will try to manipulate you into 'helping' him do not do this. I have clearly stated in my will for you to not be sent to live with Petunia and her pig of a husband. Now at the bottom of this letter is a ribbon it is a port key and will magically transport you to Gringotts Wizarding Bank where you should ask for an inheritance test. The goblins, yes goblins will help you there. Be kind and polite -which I am sure you are- to them and they should help you for a fee. Don't worry about money you have plenty, now stay safe sweetheart.

We love you with all our hearts,

Mum and Dad

Xxx"

I didn't even register as the port key activated and I was sent spinning. My thoughts drifted aimlessly, 'goblins?' 'bank?' 'money?' 'I'm a freaking witch!?'

With that final thought, I landed right in front of what I believe to be a goblin. It's all true...

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Lucy

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