Prologue
You’ve probably heard some version of this story before, on October 31st, 1981, a dark wizard by the name of Voldemort attacked a young family of three. The family, the Potters, were made up of the father James, mother Lily, and their fifteen-month-old daughter Aconite Hadrianna Potter.
Voldemort attacked the family resulting in the deaths of James, Lily, and Voldemort himself, leaving little Aconite and orphan to be sent to her mother’s sister’s family, where she would grow up to be the perfect weapon to an old coot by the name Albus too-many-names Dumbledor right?
Wrong, you see, while Petunia did unwillingly take her niece in, she and her husband Vernon found a way to be rid of her months later by selling her to Umbrella, a giant conglomerate of a corporation mostly known for its dealings in the pharmaceutical and medical equipment fields.
Thus dooming young Aconite to a life of pain and horror. How do I know this, you ask? I know because my name is Aconite Wesker, the adopted daughter of former Umbrella eugenicist, virologist, and bioterrorist Albert Wesker, and this is my story.