I won't change.
Azalea Potter was growing tired of waking up on sofas. This was what, the second time in twelve hours? The amount of time she had spent laying on her ass was overwhelming. The Dursley’s would never have allowed it…
So where was she? She couldn’t remember much besides getting her ribs knocked around by her lump of a cousin and then getting the hell out of the Dursley’s house with the man in the black outfit –did she really call him “bat”– and the strange feeling that had made her black out again.
She sat up, surprised by the painless way in which she moved. She hadn’t felt this healthy since she was five. She couldn’t tell if it was refreshing or disturbing.
When someone cleared their throat she looked up, and was shocked to see four people looking at her. There was the man who she had been “saved” by, a blond man looking at her through half lidded eyes, a woman with black and blonde hair who was looking at her like she was a kicked puppy, and a boy with the same blond hair of the man, looking at her with a confused yet excited expression. She stared at them with wide eyes until the man in black smirked.
“Child, can you feel any pain?” he asked, shifting subtly so that he could grasp something under his cloak. Her eyes narrowed, but she spoke evenly.
“No, I feel fine, sir,” she had learned a long time ago that showing emotions in a dangerous setting could make it worse. Not that this was a dangerous setting, of course. They appeared to have helped her, even if the blond man was sneering at her.
“Good, my theory was right… Now then, there’s the problem of who you are…”
Azalea recoiled. “Why is who I am a problem? I’m just Azalea Potter!” She scowled at the group when the two men snorted. The blond one knelt down to whisper something to the kid, and the kid –who couldn’t be older than her– scrambled out of the room.
“You, Azalea, are much more than just Azalea Potter. In our world, you’re a hero. A savior, if you will. That you were held in such low regard your entire life is… sickening. The wizarding world may be corrupt, but there is no child abuse. What the Dursley’s did was worse than evil, it was hell-ish. I’m sorry you had to live like that.”
Azalea looked down at her feet. “It’s not like you can do anything…” she mumbled. The blonde woman snorted, and whispered something to the blond male.
“Well, of course we can do something about it. We could adopt you, if you’d like,” the blonde woman said.
“I don’t even know your names, and you want to adopt me? Nice joke,” Azalea snorted.
“This is no joke, Azalea. You’re very important to our world, and we would like to adopt you. Blood adopt you, if you would. You’d adopt some of our characteristics, and our name. On the school registry your name would change, and you’d get stared at less. And, if you’d like, we could change your name,” the woman gushed, smiling sweetly.
Azalea looked up from her feet with heavy eyes. “I won’t change my name.”