Golden Girl Gone "Bad" (fem!Harry Potter)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Emmelia Potter was supposed to be Gryffendor's Golden Girl. That's how Dumbeldore had planned it all out. The Dursleys would, no doubt, treat her horribly. She'd come to Hogwarts broken and bruised, wanting acceptance more then anything else. Acceptance that she would find within the loving, and strongly Light community that flourished in Gryffindor. That's Notes:

hello yall!! big fan of harry potter, always have been :)) this is my attempt at a fem harry story. kinda cheesy I know lol. anyway, the most important thing is that the pairing wont come until later...im waking you all wait!! sorry

edited september 8

Emmelia was probably the most perfect child there ever was. Obedient to the letter, she did everything her Aunt told her. She was elegant and graceful, yet still held a child like innocence that charmed anyone who came in contact with her. She moved beautifully, her Aunt had insisted that she take ballet and acrobatics in order to perfect her refined posture and attitude. Her bright smile and sweet voice could turn even the most disdainful to her side. And one look into her bright green eyes would be enough to give her everything she ever wanted. Well, anyone except her relatives of course.

In fact, it had taken a long, long time in order to convince her Aunt and Uncle to even allow her to begin to do gymnastics. She'd started small. When she was six, she'd managed to hide right outside the living room window and watch the Olympics on the Dursley's television, right through the glass pane. She'd watched as the gymnasts gracefully flung themselves from pole to pole, and she became transfixed with the sport.

She started to practice by herself. It didn't matter if she got hurt. Just like the bruises her Uncle gave her, every injury faded in a weeks time. She would flip herself between tree branches and would stretch out all of her muscles every night because that's what the book she'd borrowed from the library said to do.

At seven, she managed to orchestrate a situation to ask her Aunt for professional lessons. She'd done it in front of her P.E. coach, Mrs. Larson, so she couldn't freak out and attack her.

Mrs. Larson had stood behind her, smiling widely, "She's incredible!" She had said happily, "I've never seen a child with so much potential! Have you seen the type of flips she can do on a bar? Imagine what she could do with a real instructor. Actually, I've been talking with my friend Amy about this little one," The broad shouldered woman had ruffled Emmelia's hair affectionately, "And she's agreed to teach her! She was an Olympic gymnast back in her day! You don't need to of course. Just a suggestion. Not like you'll be losing money or anything though! Within a years time, Emmelia here will be raking in cash non stop with all the competitions she'll win."

The mention of money had put a terrifying gleam in her Aunt's eye, and the horse like woman slipped smoothly into a lie, "Oh no, we couldn't ask that of your friend. Actually, my husband and I have been thinking about something like this for a while, and we already have someone in mind." She'd said sweetly.

"Oh that's just great. I look forward to seeing you kick butt in competitions Emmelia."

Emmelia had smiled warily, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Sure thing kiddo."

From that day on, Emmelia had been subjected to grueling lessons with Emma Dawson, a terrifying woman with no regard for Emmelia health. After every lesson, Emmelia had left with bleeding and raw hands, only to return a couple days later with no evidence of the injury. That only made Dawson push her harder. One day, she broke her arm while attempting a particularly hard flip, and the old woman had forced her to do the routine again. Eventually, Emmelia no longer found herself looking forward to gymnastics.

Starting ballet hadn't even been her own idea. It wasn't nearly as painful as her acrobatic sets, but it definitely wasn't easy. Her instructor wasn't as mean as Dawson though, which Emmelia supposed was an upgrade. It wasn't fun though. She'd started gymnastics because she'd liked it (regardless of how she felt about it now) but ballet was something her Aunt had forced her to do after her current P.E. coach had made an offhand comment about how perfect her skill set was for ballet, and how many dance competitions she could win.