Demon Queen of Death and Magic

Prologue

It was a perfectly normal day when the fate of the world changed. There were no storms or natural disasters, no accidents or murders. Just a perfectly normal day in Surrey.

Young Amara Hemlock Potter's day was normal. Get woken by her Aunt pounding on the cupboard door, assemble a full breakfast for her relatives, sneak the scraps of food for herself, trim the bushes, mow the yard, weed the garden, clean the house, and do Dudley's homework if he had any. The little redhead had done everything and retreated to her cupboard with no complaint, not even receiving dinner. Everything was normal for her, till her Uncle got home. Something had made him angry, and that's when things took a turn for the worst.

"Girl!!!", her Uncle Vernon roared, "How dare you make me lose the promotion at work! I've dealt with you and your freakishness long enough!"

This, too, was normal for the girl. Perhaps not to this degree, but the yelling was fairly common from him. He had never laid a hand on her, and she believed that he never would. But her belief was proved wrong that night.

Her Uncle reached into her cupboard , seized her by her ankle, and dragged her out. As soon as her body was outside of the safety of her cupboard, he laid into her. She wailed and shrieked, begged and cried, but he would not stop. His hits kept coming, even as she heard things snap and crunch. They kept coming, even as her consciousness left her. The hits did not stop, not till Vernon no longer registered his niece crying out. He threw her once more into her cupboard and left for sleep, believing nothing would happen till morning.

But he was wrong. A neighbor had seen what was happening through her window and had called the police. They had came out immediately, storming the house. The Dursleys were rudely awakened and carted off. The police quickly found her crumpled form inside the cupboard, covered in blood and bruises. Amara was rushed to the hospital, the police hoping against hope that they would make it in time to get her help. She was hooked to an IV and left to rest. And she kept resting. And resting.

Young Amara was in a coma. There was hope that she would wake in only a few days, but it was not to be. She would not wake. Not till her tenth birthday came along.