Prologue
A ripple could be felt in the air as a young girl no older than seventeen ran, she ran and ran and ran. Until finally, she was stuck between a mountain and those she had been running from. The men slowed down, their grins widening as they took in the state of the young girl, her feet torn up from the rocky grounds and her dress, previously in pristine condition now a dirty ripped mess.
Her breath short, and her body shaking as she regarded the three men that had followed her, and had now driven her towards a dead end. Her assailants had caught their breaths, eyes trained on the girl herself, from her eyes to her fists.
“You really thought you could outrun us?” A man spoke, his voice haughty and filled with delight, “You should have known you’d be caught one day, Witch”
Her eyes, previously frantically looking about for a way out, snapped towards the man, her mouth opening as if to object before finding itself closed once again. Tears were running down her face, smeared from the winds and her arms.
“Ye shall come back wit’ us witch” Another man announced, stepping forward with rope in his hands. The other two followed him, not allowing her a chance to do anything. “And burn for you’re consorting with the devil!”
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“Miss! Miss!”
As if inhaling a deep breath of air for the first time, a young lady awoke in her bed, the darkness of the room settling around her as she regarded the one speaking.
“Yous be awake miss! Tippy go gets the young master”
Before she could even protest, the elf was gone, and in its place was silence. Her eyes, a dull grey, slid over towards the curtains and as if commanded, they opened. Her eyes stayed there for what felt like forever for the young lady, taking in the beautiful sky outside. But in the few moments between opening the curtain and staring outside, the door to enter the room opened.
In came a larger man, in a pristine suit and a younger boy by his side. The man, eyes a brilliant brown, as if gold itself sat in his blood, had shaggy brown hair, and glasses resting upon his nose. The younger boy looked almost the same as him, with the same messy brown hair and golden looking eyes.
“Darling, thank Merlin you’re awake. We’ve all been worried for you” The man, Henry Potter spoke clearly, however it was clear he was worried. “You’re brother wouldn’t leave you alone lest we have an elf in here”
“Father!”
She smiled at both her father and her brother, her dull grey eyes lighting up slightly as she regarded both of them. Her precious younger brother, merely a child, couldn't understand why she was bedridden, and as such tried his best to play with his older sister.
“Father and brother needn’t worry anymore, I’m awake now” Her voice came out croaky as she spoke, but instantly the elf from before was back, a glass of water in hand. “Thank you Tippy”
“Aanya! I thought you would never wake, father kept saying to leave you alone but I knew you needed me here, after all I am your brother! And you say that you’d always need me, so I really did try to be here, but…”
“Fleamont.”
As if his name meant a million things, he climbed onto his elder sister's bed, crawling into her arms as she held tight onto him.
“Thank you for caring about me, but I’m alright now, I promise.”
And so, the Potter family sat in silence, grateful for the awakening of the only daughter, remembering her significance in the family.
The noble house of Potter was a cursed line, having been cursed centuries ago before even the founding of magical Britain by beginnings from other worlds, to never conceive a female. It was by a miracle when Aanya-Marie Potter was born to Henry Potter and his late wife Mary Abbott, and later when their son Fleamont was birthed.
However, this miracle would soon reveal its curse as Mary succumbed to insanity, killing her own sister and nearly her daughter before she was caught and killed herself. Showing itself again in the past three months as Aanya finds herself falling ill and having to come home from her schooling to stay on bedrest, where she had promptly went into a magically induced coma for those next two months.
And soon, Aanya-Marie Potter knew she too would leave this earth again.
As she had for her past lives.