The hidden potter

Chapter 1

The noon of July 30 1991 (I know the birthdate would make her be a year behind the female Weasley but it makes more sense for her to be in year 2) the sun blazes through the small gates of freedom. Shadows in the darkly lit room are at contrast with the summer fields of the outside world. Only a minute away but a mile out of reach for the young girl of wools orphanage.

At wools orphanage sat a girl secluded from the world. She watches as all the other children play in their rusty old clothes with no care in the world.

Condemned for her freakish way and her inhumane curses she has been refused the right to be with a normal family. I say normal because she has been with families but only the type to go to church to get the devil burned from her being and those who would beat her and resort to other means to make her pure and normal once again.

She looks out of the square window with steal brown eyes as her lower back length auburn hair flows in light but tangled waves.

Octavias POV

"Dinner is ready, dinner is ready," Fat Felica calls to the me and the rest of the children in the orphanage, it's the same thing everyday eat the goo and mess that they call food and then do whatever you want as long as you aren't disturbing the matron and the staff or you would be punished, if you hurt or bully other kids you would be punished and if you disrespected the cooks food no matter how gross you would be punished.

I am sure that they have a hidden fetish for being unnaturally sadistic towards the kids but then again I'm no better i pushed a girl down the stairs once and she broke her arm. I also killed a boys pet rat as well let's say none of these were ok with Mrs. Biler (the matron) the punishments were severe but I don't really mind as long as I get to see the pain or the grief in the other kids faces when they realise they messed with the wrong person.

Everyone has a curtain routine by now they enter the dining hall and sit in age range the staff at the top of the table making Mrs biler the head of it, and the youngest is a 4 year old boy named Toby who sits at the bottom of the table.

I have to sit on the floor it's a nuisance and annoying but I would much rather sit there than having to sit by those people any day.

A few hours pass and I'm once again in my room gazing out of the world that betrays time over and over again. You never get a chance to stop but that's what I hopes for. Rather be in the open world with no time to breathe than being in a cell with too much time left to live.

"Miss Potter there are some people here to see you," the cold harsh voice of nurse velton (one of the staff) sounded as she opened my bedroom door.

Stupid b***h removed the locks when I used kitchen knifes to through at my paper targets. Mainly ones of her and Linda. (Another girl at the orphanage and the main bully)

Without turning my head i roll my eyes and narrow them. Another doctor here to tell me I'm not normal no doubt. I thinks bitterly.

"Hello there Octavia my dear," I finally turns my head and look at the person or people who have invaded my privacy just to repeat something 100s of others have already told me.

"1 sir I am not crazy I don't need a doctor despite what they've told you and 2 I would appreciate you refrain from calling me yours when there is no relation between us," i says in an eerily calm yet cold voice that lacks just as much emotion as I know my face does.

The older man who's wearing quite peculiar robes is looking at me like he has seen a ghost and the other who has greying hair and green robes well she looks even worse.

"I'm not a doctor dear and no one has told me anything, you are a witch and we are here to tell you you've gotten into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry," the older woman finally speaks but does so with caution.

I raise my eyebrow not falling for it. They look at me expecting and hopefully. I don't know what they are waiting for, maybe for me to jump up and hug them and their out of date clothes for 'saving' me.

"Are you not happy about this dear?" The obviously deluded and senile woman questions, a good actor she is but I am even better.

"I don't believe in fairytales and bedtime stories tell me what I already have been told many-a-times and quietly leave I have an ache in head from the constant nonstop nonsense you're spewing,"

I cautiously but carefully observe their reactions. The creep looks at me with dimmed eyes which were, not only 5 minutes prior to now, shining and twinkling manipulatively.

And the senile one looks a mixture between a scolded child and a desperate dog eager to catch my undivided attention. It really is quite pathetic if you ask me.

The creep proceeds to pull out a stick like object and waves it around a bit and before my eyes is butterflies in all colours.

He did that I may be a bit sceptical but it does now finally make sense, why I am different to those disgusting people and how I'm better than them.

I smile lightly before washing my face if any emotion, can't have them believing I'm weak now can I? I question myself silently.

When a butterfly flies to closely to my face I take it in my hand and close my fist successfully squishing and killing.

I look at my company and see the shock and horror on their faces but I only give a short emotionless smile and explain.

"I am not too well attracted to the species of butterflies and I am not a fan of anything or anyone invading my own personal space be that a man, woman, child or creature,"

They don't seem to be quite happy with my answer and even less believing but never less leave it as is and carry on to pull out a letter that looks out of date.

"Octavia before we give you this letter we have some terms and conditions, one is that you have an older brother Harry Potter, he goes to school and you will see him there but you aren't to tell him who you are, you will have a fake name, Anna Scott, two you must not speak to anyone other than Tom in diagon alley and the grangers who you will meet when you arrive,

You definitely mustn't speak with anyone suspicious or dangerous looking and two of those are the malfoys who you shall have to meet later on. Understood," the creep asks me the twinkle in his eyes back to life once again giving me the irresistible urge to gauge his eyes out with a heated knife.

"I understand what you have said but why mustn't I speak with my brother? what about my parents I was told I hadn't any living family left?"

I speak with a smile and a twinkle of my own. Silly foolish old man surely you wouldn't believe I would listen or agree to your demands.

The senile answers this time.

"We'll dear when you were born it was a little after 7:30 maybe 7:35 pm well you see your father James Potter, was killed at 7:27 and your mother Lily Potter, was killed not long after at 7:30 protecting your brother Harry and then the murderer tried to kill Harry but he managed to defeat him and became a hero in our world.

If they found out about you people would wonder and maybe would be quite harsh on you. We don't want that type of pressure on you at such a young age but rest assured when the timing is right Harry will become aware of who you really are,"

So it's not only the creep who's manipulative I see. I stare to myself making a reminder in my mind.

I still am not aware of their names.

"And this man who murdered lily and James who was he?" I ask not Caine about the rest.

"His name we do not speak dear but it's best you know so you can be prepared to protect Harry at any costs, his name was Voldemort, he was a man who ruled the dark side in even darker times, he hated people who he believed were below him, people who weren't worthy of being by his side he believed should not walk the earth.

His followers were called death eaters and the Malfoys whom I mentioned earlier were one of his biggest supporters, these people who he deemed unworthy were anything less than pure bloods who hated everyone else just as he did.

Pure bloods are the name of witches and wizards who have purely magical background with no relation to muggles and they hate all others who don't believe or act as they do.

Halfbloods are the names for witches and wizards like you and your brother who has some type of muggle relation yours was through your mother she was muggle born. Your father was pure blood but not the bad type.

Muggle borns are the name of witches and wizards who are from pure muggle descent and no direct relation to those of magic they are the start of the line of magic in their family.

Muggles are those who have no magic at all and are purely ordinary mortal beings.

There are a few families who are pure bloods but don't act as the rest do they are king to everyone they are on the light side and that is who your father was a good pure blood."

The creeps acting is good if I wasn't as observant and cautious as I am I may have fallen into his trap. But in all he sounds like a prejudice pure blood hating creep.

Despite how I'm thinking I paint a smile on my face and tell him I understand and after all it's all for the greater good. That seems to do the trick as his twinkle becomes brighter as does his smile.

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