Demon Queen of Death and Magic

Chapter 1

          In Surrey, England there was a house. A simple two-story dwelling amongst numerous cookie-cutter homes. It was different, however, than the other homes. It was black on the walls with a dark purple trim. The door, porch rails, window sills and shutters, and even the metal of the mailbox was the same purple. The inhabitant of the home was even more unique in comparison. She was a young girl, ten or eleven at most, with fiery red hair and haunting green eyes.
      Her neighbors adored her, no matter how strange she seemed. She was a sweet girl, always willing to lend a hand. Whether it was helping old Mrs. Figg with her cats, or watching Mr. Adelarde's kids for a little bit. They loved the girl as if she were their kin. They dropped off food and toys for her, helping her with whatever she needed. There were parties for her accomplishments and gatherings for her events. The neighborhood attempted to make it to everything, but would sometimes miss some events.
        In this neighborhood, on the 31st day of July, a party was ending. There were cheerful farewells and safe wishes as people headed home. It was a night of great fun, though it had ended.
        The young inhabitant of Number 4 Privet Drive, the host of the party, was young Amara Hemlock Potter. The party she hosted had been for her 11th birthday.
        "One year older...," she sighed, "One year since I've woken up. The walrus and horse are in jail, Marge is on my side, everything's going well."
        Of course that was just tempting fate, because things went pear shaped minutes later. It started with a dark dot in the sky, that got clearer as it got closer.
        "Is that an owl? Carrying a letter?", she muttered,"How peculiar."
        Amara watched as the owl seemed to focus on her, keeping on a path to her even if she moved.
        "Thank you dearest," she said as she took the letter," I don't known if you can understand me, or what you eat, but there is a plate of bacon on the kitchen island."

        As soon as her words were finished, the bird was in her kitchen. As she opened the letter, a strange feeling went through her. A feeling of warmth, like fire dancing on her skin. Amara shook the feeling off and pulled out the letter. Her eyes gaped and her jaw dropped slightly.

        "This...This has to be a joke," she muttered.

        Though she was uncertain of the validity of the letter, she would still reply. She hurried inside and to her room upstairs, quickly setting herself down at her desk to write the letter.

        "Dear Professor McGonagall," she began,"I am uncertain of the validity of this letter. I have never heard of this school nor am I confident in the existence of magic. I request the bluntest teacher in your employ to come to my home and inform me of this school. I also request that, if I accept a placement at your school, they aid me in gaining the supplies for term. Sincerely, Amara Hemlock Potter."

        Amara felt a bit unsettled at how her notebook paper and manila envelope compared to the parchment letter she received. She prided herself at being a lady, elegant and poised. Her personality grew to resemble that of a noble in an effort to distance herself from the image of her relatives. They had been loud, crude, and just all around terrible people. She became a kind and generous noble-child who held parties at her home and was the love of the community. However, Amara also embodied the darker parts of a noble. She was manipulative, greedy, and cruel. Her kind personality was meant for those she loved and cared for, and her darker side was meant for the common folk and people who wronged her. She showed one face to the public, and another to those who knew her.

        Amara hurried to hand the letter to the owl. She didn't want it to fly off on her without sending the letter. If it left, there would be no way for the school to receive her reply.

        "Excuse me, dearest?" Amara cooed," Would you mind delivering this to Professor McGonagall for me, please?" She accompanied this with a pet on the head. It bobbed it's head at her in what she assumed was approval. "Oh thank you dearest!"