You don't have to run anymore, child
The girl, a petite red haired eleven year old, sprinted away from her whale of a cousin. The daft idiot had been trying to “approach” her on more sensitive topics, and had actually dared to grab her backside when she turned to leave him in the dust. Of course, once she started running the ass couldn’t touch her. She had been running for years, for fun and because it was necessary.
She wouldn’t have had to grow into the runner she was if she was completely normal, though. No matter how many times Vernon and Petunia tried to beat the oddness out of her, it was always there. She knew it in the same way she knew that no one would be her friend with Dudley around.
She cursed as she fell forward, wanting to beat herself for becoming distracted. There was no way she’d be able to get up in time, but she had to get up now! She pushed herself up onto her forearms, but was struck in the side by an overweight foot.
“Stupid little freak! You should be grateful that I would even pay attention to you!” Dudley cried as he drove his foot into her ribs again.
She growled, but stayed in the same place. Shifting her back towards him could mess up her spine, and shifting her front towards him would mean a higher possibility of cracked ribs, and punctured lungs. Of course, her ribs could still crack and puncture her lungs from the side, but it was safer this way. At least, that’s what she thought.
A shout broke through the park, causing the fat whale to back off and run away. The girl coughed, and spat onto the ground. Mixed in with the spit was specks of red, leading her to curse and slam her head into the dirt. She temporarily forgot the shouting until a man ran up to her. He prodded her leg with his foot, frowning down at the girl. She smiled up at him, dazed. He said something, but it blended together in her brain. She blinked, once, and muttered, “Bat,” and blacked out.
The man cursed, before picking her up. His agile hand brushed away the fiery red hair from her forehead, and he frowned upon seeing the lightning shaped scar.
“So it is you, Azalea Lily Potter. The girl who lived…” the man murmured, before walking down the street to number 4 Privet Drive. The Dursley’s wouldn’t know what hit them.
When Azalea woke up from her rather painful “nap” she was greeted by a man in a black outfit shouting at the Dursley’s. He didn’t look like he had seen her wake up, so she continued laying down and watched him berate the Dursley matriarch.
“You, Petunia, are an idiot. This is your niece, you daft bimbo, and when I asked where I should put her, the savior of my entire world, you tell me to put her in the fucking cupboard? If this house wasn’t being monitored by an abusive old man I would curse you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to tell the inside of your body to the outside. I absolutely loathe you, Petunia Dursley, and that is why I shall be taking my goddaughter and leaving you with debt and depression, you cunt,” the man growled out before turning on his heel. When he saw her looking his expression softened, and he snorted. “I’m sorry you had to see that, Azalea. Would you like to come to my house and learn more about your parents? You wouldn’t have to come back here at all, and you might even get a brother if my plan works out perfectly.”
Azalea’s eyes widened, and she nodded her head. She would have spoken, but the pain in her ribs was growing and she didn’t want to aggravate it. The man scowled, and said “Your ribs will feel better soon, I gave you the potion…” the man trailed off, glaring at her, or rather, her scar. “Unless… When the Dark Lord marked you as his equal you also got his potion resistance? Hmm…” the man shook his head, and held out his hand.
Azalea hesitated, before stretching her arm out to meet his. Her hand was dwarfed by his; she wasn’t able to pay much attention to that, however, because she was soon feeling like she had been pulled into a tube that was steadily becoming smaller and smaller.
When the sensation ended, Azalea let out a whimper. Her ribs had gotten worse, she could feel it. She felt the man stop moving, and he ran his hand over her face. As a darkness overtook her, she heard the man whisper: “Sleep, child. You don’t have to run anymore.”