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A/N: Right, so I've edited the story majorly. I even changed her name, because it seemed too cliche, and Mary-Sue-like, which is the main reason I'm editing.
Hope this is better.
The Forgotten Potter
I gripped my wand tighter, trying to recall what got me into this mess in the first place.
"Get out," James Potter hissed. "We don't want you. You've dragged this family down since you were born. We don't want you anywhere near us. I've already formally disowned you. You'll never burden us again."
15 year old Azari stared up impassively into her ex-father's sneering face as her former mother nodded in agreement. Zari's prat of a twin was standing smugly next to Lily, arms folded across his chest. She didn't know whether she was glad or not that she was being abandoned with only a wand. Not that it mattered, she could take care of herself, and the Potter's had never paid her any notice anyways.
"Fine," she replied coldly. "As far as I'm concerned, I never had a family. At least I have closure now." She smiled bitterly. Some part of her had hoped, that perhaps they did care for her, deep down. Apparently not. Still, having that hope crushed ruthlessly kind of hurt.
The Potter's were the darlings of the Wizarding World. Lily and James Potter, kind, loving parents to the perfect, selfless, and intelligent Boy-Who-Lived, Michael Potter. Note the sarcasm. Until she was eleven years old, no-one had ever even heard of Azari Potter. She was the forgettable, worthless twin of the Chosen One.
"Don't speak back to us, girl," Lily growled.
"Or what?" Azari shot back, simply not caring anymore. "You can't do anything, you have no control over me anymore." She stood stiffly, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
No-one cared about Azari, believing her to be an attention seeking brat, trying to steal Michael's fame. She knew there was no point in arguing - it would have only made her punishment worse.
Azari was unusually independent, having practically raised herself while her parents fawned over and doted on Michael. The house elves had helped her during infancy, taking pity on her, but nearly everything else she'd handled herself.
The youngest Potter was often looked down upon by her parents for her appearance, also. It wasn't that she didn't make an effort in it, but that she simply had achieved the impossible and not inherited her parents' beauty. She wasn't ugly, by any means, merely ... plain. She had her mother's fiery red hair, the Potter unruliness with it, but it didn't suit her like it did Lily. She'd inherited her mother's eyes also, and her face still had a slight amount of baby fat. Her mother had often marvelled the sheer uselessness of her daughter, and frequently commented upon her average, general face that seemed to blend in with the crowd.
With a final glare at the Potter's, she spun on her heel and off the property of Potter Manor, hoping to never return.
So here I was, six months later, battling off five pretty girls with fire for hair and mismatched legs in the middle of a forest (how does that even work?).
I sent off seven stunners in rapid succession, ducking and twisting out of the way of claws, fire and whatever potentially fatal weapons the monsters had. Two hit three of the girl/monster/hybrid/things each, leaving only two, knocking them out temporarily.
The last two had just about cornered me when they burst into golden dust. Coughing and spluttering, I raised my head to see... a bunch of teenage girls. Wait, what?
Watching them warily, I spoke hesitantly.
"Hello!" I could hear the nervousness in my voice. "I was just, ah ... taking a walk." Just brilliant, Zari. Because that is so going to convince them.
The auburn haired girl at the front of the group smiled.
"Of course." She smiled dryly, as if she knew exactly what I was doing, but humouring me, all the same. "Hunters," She turned to the group behind her, "return to camp. I have a feeling we have much to discuss."
I swallowed nervously as the girl walked towards me. What was going on? Teenage girls shouldn't be in the middle of the woods. The girl noted my thin appearance. "I am Lady Artemis, goddess of the Moon and Hunt." she said. I eyed her carefully. She didn't seem crazy, but...
"Artemis, as in the Greek goddess?" I asked, as though clarifying.
Artemis smiled. "Yes, that Artemis."
I nodded as if this made sense. Okay, so my initial assessment of her, which was that she was totally sane, just got thrown out the proverbial window.
"Right," I said, though something in the back of my head was screaming at me don't say it! She's dangerous! "You're nuts." I finished bluntly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realised this might not be the best thing to say to an insane lady - who looks armed.
"I assure you," the self-proclaimed goddess said, her eyes narrowing slightly, "that I am perfectly sane."
"Right, and Hagrid's married to Professor McGonagall." I snorted.
"Would you like proof?" the lady asked calmly.
"Sure," I rolled my eyes. This was proving to be the most fun I'd had in months, the last being that leprechaun with an obsession with Veela toenails. That had been ... odd. The less said about that, the better. "Hit me with your best shot." Not the best choice of words, I realised idly, considering she's got a bow.
She stared at me for several seconds, as if assessing me. Trying to find out what would make me believe her. With a satisfied nod, she raised her hand.
And apple appeared in her hand. I gaped. Pushing aside disturbing thoughts of Snow White and poisoned apples, my brain went into overdrive. You can't conjure food! It's one of the five exceptions of Gamps Law of Elemental Transfiguration! You can only transfigure something else, or duplicate it! It was impossible. The only explanation was ... I stumbled back, feeling as though someone had just sucker punched me in the stomach.
"Goddess..." I breathed. "No freaking way."
"Walk with me back to camp," the goddess requested. I could only nod, my mind still reeling. 'Camp' was about a two minute walk away. We walked in silence, me fidgeting under Artemis' curious gaze.
It was only when we reached the Moon goddess' tent and had settled down on the warm carpet was the silence broken.
"Tell me about your life."
So I did. I explained how Lily's sister Rose had sacrificed herself, Michael became the Boy-Who-Lived, how I was neglected in favour of said hero, how I was constantly saving his pathetic ass from Voldemort, while he took all the credit. I explained how my punishments had varied, from not being allowed out of my room for a week, to no food for a fortnight, how I'd been a disgrace by being sorted into Slytherin, that I was friendless because Michael would spread fake rumours, and I also explained my disownment.
Zoë Nightshade, the lieutenant, was horrified from her place beside Lady Artemis. How could someone do that to their own child? But, she reflected sadly, mortals can be so barbaric.
Artemis was also shocked. Her resolve hardened. She would do whatever she could to help this girl.
When I had finished, Artemis spoke after a few moments of silence, digesting the information. "Would you like to join the Hunters?"
I was stunned. "M-me?" I stuttered. "I would - it would be an honour, milady." I breathed.
Artemis smiled softly. "Very well. To join, you must say an oath. Repeat after me. 'I pledge myself-'"
"Wait!" I interrupted. I blushed, feeling slightly panicked. Interrupting a goddess - would she smite me for that? "What's the time?"
Raising an eyebrow, Artemis answered. "11:58. Why?"
"D'you-do you we could wait til 12?" I asked hesitantly. "Because I turn sixteen then, and my magic core will fill up. I'll have the magical power of an adult."
Artemis nodded smiling warmly. A few minutes and an awkward silence later, a bright glow enveloped me. My jaw dropped. When you came of age, your aura would show, just for a few brief seconds. The brighter and flashier your aura, the more powerful you are, white being the most powerful.
My aura was a creamy colour, with flecks of platinum. Even Dumbledore's aura was a murky yellow.
"Are you ready?" I nodded, still dazed. "I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis..."
After my oath had been accepted, I was introduced. I was welcomed quickly, and soon found a friend in a blonde daughter of Apollo called Sophie, who looked like she had traits of a Veela.
I could tell I was going to like it here.
TEN YEARS LATER
"Permission to kill, milady?"
"This is not fair!" The monster shrieked. "Direct interference! It is against the Ancient Laws!" Lady Artemis smirked.
"Not so. The hunting of wild beasts is within my sphere. And you, foul creature, are a wild beast. Permission granted, Zoë," Artemis replied, her eyes not wavering from the manticore.
The monster growled something and lunged at the dazed demigods.
"Get back, half-blood!" Zoë called as a blonde girl jumped onto the manticore's back. "Get out of the line of fire!"
A battle broke out. "Fire!" Zoë commanded.
I let my arrow loose, piercing the monsters neck. Combined with the impact of all the other arrows, the manticore tumbled off the cliff, the blonde girl still on his back.
One boy, most likely Percy Jackson, I thought, scrambled to the edge of the cliff. "Annabeth!" He shouted desperately. Annabeth. So that was Blondie's name.
I looked up as the crack of gunfire rang out, from a muggle helicopter. The Hunters and I scattered, but Artemis simply thrust out her hand.
"Mortals are not allowed to witness my hunt."
The helicopter dissolved into a flock of ravens. We started towards the demigods, and Zoë surveyed them, her gaze stopping on one girl. "You," she said resentfully. I placed a calming hand on her shoulder. Zoë threw me a grateful glance, before continuing. "Four half-bloods and a satyr, my lady."
"Yes," Lady Artemis said. "Some of Chiron's campers, no doubt."
As Zoë, the goddess, and non-hunters started conversing, I let my thoughts drift off. Something wasn't right. Something was going to happen, something bad. I didn't know how, but I could tell. I've learnt to trust my instincts.
I snapped out of my reverie as Sophie tapped my shoulder. "C'mon. We're setting up camp."
Lady Artemis spoke up. "Azari," she said. "Stay with these two." She indicated to the satyr, Jackson and the punk girl that Zoë doesn't like, Thalia. I nodded, looking over at them. They seemed to be arguing.
"…might still be here! Did you think of that?" Thalia was saying angrily. She wiped a tear and stormed off, just as the other boy and the satyr came up to him.
I walked up to Jackson, handing the satyr a medical pack with a word.
"It's green!" the younger boy cried - Nico, I think he was called - happily, observing a wound in Jackson's shoulder. I waited silently as the satyr fixed him up.
"This way." I lead them towards the tent.
Jackson spoke up for the first time. "Why do you all hate us?"
"Many of us joined Lady Artemis as a result of cruelty from males. Broken hearts."
"So Lady Artemis, she's like ... a rebound?"
"No," I snarled. "She and our sisters are comfort. Eternal family." I shot him a glare as we reached the Head Tent, and pulled back the flaps.
"My lady," I announced. "The males."
"Thank you, Azari. You can stay," she added at my questioning look.
"Thank you, milady."
I sat on her left, while Zoë sat on her right. Lady Artemis was explaining to Nico's sister, Bianca di Angelo, the benefits of becoming a hunter while Jackson tried to convince her to go to Chiron's camp, with Nico. Finally, the girl turned to Zoë and I.
"Is it worth it?" She asked. I nodded, and Zoë said, "It is."
"I'm the youngest. I've only been a hunter for ten years," I added, with a glance at Lady Artemis. "And it's the first time I ever felt like I had a family." Lady Artemis and Zoë smiled warmly at me.
"I'll do it." Bianca said. "What do I have to do?"
"Repeat this oath," Zoë instructed. "I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis,"
"I ... I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis," Bianca repeated.
"I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood and join the Hunt."
"I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood and join the Hunt."
"If Lady Artemis accepts thy pledge, then it is binding." Zoë added.
"I accept it." I watched as Artemis smiled warmly, and I grinned at my new sister as well.
Everyone was waiting out in the snow for the sun to rise- or, more accurately, the sun god.
"He's always lazy in the winters," Artemis muttered as dawn finally came. I exchanged a glance with Bianca. Judging on what we've heard from the other Hunter's, this meeting with Apollo wasn't going to be fun. I'd only met him a few times, and he and Lady Artemis had bickered furiously each time.
I shielded my eyes as the Sun god parked a red convertible Maserati Spyder. As he stepped out of the car, I heard Thalia mutter, "Wow. Apollo is hot."
"He's the sun god," Percy replied.
"That's not what I meant."
"Little sister!" Apollo called, cutting off the two teens.
"I'm not your 'little sister'! We're twins! And I'm older! I helped Mother give birth to you!"
He and Artemis started arguing about who was born first, Apollo playfully winding her up. This was an old argument.
Apollo eventually turned to me, raising an eyebrow. His eyes drifted over me, making me feel uncomfortable. "Azari Potter," he mused.
"I'm not a Potter; I never really was." I said sharply, slightly thrown that he knew who I was. He'd never paid any attention to me before. "What's it to you?"
The Hunters snickered behind me, and, to my surprise, so did Apollo. "Got your mother's temper, you do!" he guffawed.
"I sincerely hope you are referring to Lady Artemis," I spoke quietly, but my voice held all the conviction in the world. "She's more of a mother to me than Lily ever was." said goddess smiled at me softly. "Again, I repeat, what's it to you?"
"Right," Apollo said, clapping his hands together, and ignoring my question. "Who wants to drive?"
None of the Hunters volunteered. He chose Thalia, being the daughter of the sky, saying Nico was to young, and Grover to furry. He completely skipped Percy, who looked rather put out, but unsurprised. I gathered he wasn't a favourite with the gods, barring his own father.
Zoë and I started loading our bags into the minibus Apollo had regretfully changed it to.
Apollo wandered over. "Want some help, sweetheart?" He asked, but neither Zoë or I could tell who he was speaking to. It seemed to be both of us. Zoë's eyes flashed, her hand creeping towards her bow, and I growled. I was not anyone's 'sweetheart'.
"Apollo!" Lady Artemis shouted. "You do not attempt to flirt with my Hunters, and you do not call them 'sweetheart'!"
Apollo raised his hands in a sign of surrender. "Alright, sis. Calm down."
"Don't call me 'sis'!"
Eventually we got on the vehicle. Apart from the fact that we nearly set fire to England, everything went fine.
Okay, first chapter up. Thanks to The Golden Dragon Lord for the idea. I hope you like it! Review, please!