I know, I said i'd be holding off until after Finals...I got hit with this idea, and I couldn't not work on it a little. I know, I'm terrible at keeping these promises. Forgive me. Anyways, this is a summary of years one and two - as the real story starts at the beginning of movie three. This is just backstory. Bloom's replacing Harry, having been adopted by the Potters. You all know what happens shortly after - they get killed! She gets sent off to live with the Dursleys...but she's not Harry, and she doesn't just take things the exact same way. Not with her magic, anyway. No more spoilers, though. Read, please. PS. Got my AO3 account activated, and am working on something for there - same pen name, though, to make things simpler for all my wonderful readers.

*Ollivanders*

Draco glares at the wands he's already tried, but Ollivander's got a thoughtful look on his face. "Wait here a moment, I'll be right back."

He goes to the back of his shop for a minute, and comes out with a dusty box. "This wand is a very unique wand, as it displays qualities of many different types of wood - almost like whoever made it mixed them all together for the wand. A skilled Wandmaker can detect hints of Willow, Aspen, Acacia, Cherry, Ebony, Rowan, quite a bit of Ash and Hornbeam…it is a most unique wand, and has yet to find anyone it deems its match. There's a legend tied to it, as well - much like the Deathly hallows, actually. Nobody knows who made this wand, but legend says a large dragon unlike any other pulled a bit of fire from itself and that became the core of the wand - and then the rest of it formed around that strand of fire. As such, it's been dubbed the 'Dragon Wand.' Whatever the case, it is a most dangerous and deadly wand - it has killed young and grown alike, those foolhardy enough to believe they could use it. The wand chooses the Wizard, and this one seems particularly picky. It's waiting for someone specific, and it hasn't found them yet. If it does not react to you, young Mr. Malfoy. Do. Not. Wave it."

Draco gulps and nods, and Ollivander sets the box down and carefully takes out a wand that's got a slight orange tinge to the wood. The handle's decorated with a dragon's head, which is breathing out more carvings of fire into the length of the wand itself. He picks it up and nothing happens, much to his disappointment - he doesn't believe the legend, but it's far too warm to be a normal wand for some reason.

Ollivander quickly takes it back, taking great care not to wave it or attempt to use it in any way - as he does so, Draco hears a quiet thunking noise from the door. When he turns around, there's a girl with fiery hair closing the door quietly - was she trying not to attract any attention?

Ollivander tries a Hawthorn Wand with Unicorn Hair - it works, thankfully.

As his father's paying, Draco sees the weird girl look around. He introduces himself, but in response to how he emphasized his last name she says "Not impressed."

"Who're you?"

She gives him a wary gaze, then says "Bloom."

Draco scoffs, and asks "What, no last name? Or are you from a couple of Muggles?"

Her face instantly turns a brilliant shade of red, and she hotly asks "What difference would that make?" He smirks at her, and says something about Purebloods being better than any other - it gets her furious. "Oh, I see now. You're the kind of person who likes to pick on those you deem weaker than you, just to make yourself feel better."

Draco feels his father's hand land on his shoulder, and hears him say "Now, now, Draco, play nicely." She takes a step back, looking at his father like she's expecting him to go off on her.

They all notice the wand Draco last tried - the Dragon Wand, as apparently it's been named for its carving and the legend around it - is shaking in the box. Ollivander starts to ask who she is, but then his eyes go wide just before the box explodes and the wand comes zooming over towards her.

Bloom catches the wand easily, and then…glows a bright orange and catches fire - and everything gets blown away from her, they all notice. And the fire that spews from it and forms what looks a lot like a dragon in the air before fading away. Bloom's the only one who seems unconcerned with the fact that she's on fire, and it quickly goes out as she looks at the wand in wonder. She then looks up at Ollivander, who's staring at her in shock, and asks "Does this mean it likes me?"

"Give-give it a wave and find out. Preferably away from people and merchandise, please."

She points it at a vase, and slowly raises the wand up - the vase, follows, getting a laugh out of her. She has it dancing midair for a few moments, before setting it back down and asking how much it is.

Just as she's finished paying, digging out some coins from a pocket, there's a rapping on the window. They all turn to see a very large man standing there with a grin on his face and a snowy owl in a cage in one hand. Bloom gasps and runs out the door, yelling "Keep the change! Hagrid, she's beautiful! Thank you!"

*Sorting Ceremony*

Draco feels his stomach drop into his toes when Professor McGonagall calls out Bloom's name - Bloom Potter, un-bloody-believable. He couldn't get her out of his head since that day at Ollivander's, and now he finally figures out the girl he's got a crush on is none other than Bloom Potter - and she gets sorted into Gryffindor, just his luck!

*DADA Class*

Bloom's sitting in Professor Quirrell's class, and starts feeling dizzy and like she might throw up when he turns so his back is exactly facing her to write something on the board - she forces the feelings down, just like she does back at the Dursley's house.

She's honestly not sure how she survived long enough to get her letter, considering all the times they locked her away for days on end with little water and no food. Either way, she never got anything beyond rather hungry or thirsty after one incident in which her magic awoke when she was six or so - the feelings just kept persisting, but she never apparently suffered any malnutrition or got very thin like she probably should have. Knowing what she knows now, she's going to say it's entirely because of her magic - underage magic is a thing for a reason, after all. She might well be the definition of it, actually - because in more than a few cases it wasn't accidental that Vernon's belt would heat up to the point of him dropping it, or he'd be holding her wrists in one hand and then have to let go while nursing a sudden burn.

*Halloween*

Bloom and Hermione stare up at the Mountain Troll, and then Bloom whips out her wand and points it at the creature - she wordlessly sends a fireball at it, sending it back a few steps. The two girls split up, and Hermione makes it to the door - Bloom takes control of the club, bashing it down on the Troll's head several times.

It's when Snape clears his throat that she realizes she's got an audience. Quirrell, McGonagall, and Snape, all staring at her with wide eyes at the violent display of control over her magic.

She clears her throat, crosses her arms, and asks "Quick question, Professors - wasn't this thing supposed to be in the bleeding dungeon?!"

*Dark Forest*

Draco's walking through the Dark Forest with Bloom, keeping one hand gripping her lower arm - and wow, she is extremely warm, almost burning hot to the touch. He said it was because the ground is unsteady - in truth, he's scared stiff and she seems to be a damn beacon of courage. Not that he's ever saying that out loud, of course.

To be entirely honest, she can probably already guess - he was picked for Slytherin before the Hat even landed on his head, she was sorted into Gryffindor. She's certainly stubborn enough to fit right in there.

Though, she appears to have enough survival sense to yell at him to run when the thing drinking Unicorn Blood...faces them? Looks at them? Either way, she whips out her wand and yells for him to run - he does so, hearing several explosive banging noises as he sprints for his life.

*Dungeons*

Bloom looks at Voldemort, sticking out the back of Quirrell's head, and digs the Stone out of her pocket. "This? This Stone here? Well, seeing as you came to my parents' house, killed them, and landed me in bleeding hell, I think I'll return the sentiment." The Stone in her hand explodes, she's gotten quite good at that stuff.

*End-Of-Term Feast*

Bloom's late to the End-of-term feast, she's never late anywhere. Yet, she walks in a good five minutes late with a highly upset look on her face - why, Draco's got no clue. He does know she's in a bloody foul mood on the train ride back, though.

*4 Privet Drive*

Bloom wakes up from a very realistic dream, and grins - she dreamed about Ron, Fred, and George coming for her, and this kind of dream is the kind that ends up coming true.

She packs her stuff, magically moves the bed to block the door - she did, in fact, look up every book on underage magic and what is and isn't legal, and floating things is too small to be of any importance and she did it the way she's been doing magic since long before Hogwarts - and waits for five minutes to see a light heading for her window. Which turns into two headlights of a flying car.

Her dream showed Fred, George, and Ron deciding to come for her, it didn't tell her how they'd get here and get her out though.

They pull up, and Ron says "Hey, Bloom."

"Guys, please oh please get me the bloody hell out of this hellhole."

The noise of the bars they damn well put on her window getting yanked out of the wall wakes the others - that'd be why Bloom floated the bed in front of the swing-in door. She gets her trunk in the back, gets Hedwig's cage through the window and to Ron, and then hears a series of violent cursing erupt when the door gets jammed against her lumpy bed. Vernon yells "POTTER! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

"Not a chance! See you next year!" She jumps into the car and they fly off, Ron saying "Oh, by the way, Bloom. Happy birthday."

"Best present I've ever gotten." She kisses Ron on the cheek, then does the same with Fred and George. "That doesn't happen much, by the way."

Ron nods - it was next to impossible to get Bloom to open up about anything to do with her past, he's not questioning that ever again after they found bars on her window.

*DADA Class*

Everybody's staring at Lockhart's expression in amusement - he, on the other hand, doesn't look at all amused. "Who cares what your favorite color is? Your ideal birthday present is everybody worshipping the ground you walk on? This quiz is by no definition 'little' and when can we get to the spellcasting?" Draco fights to hold in a sputtered laugh - whoever wrote that must've been in Slytherin. "Ms. Potter! Do explain yourself!" Draco practically hears every jaw hit the floor, and all the other girls are giving her scandalized looks while every boy in the room is looking impressed.

Sounding completely calm and not-at-all annoyed or remorseful, Bloom innocently says "Professor, I was under the impression that we were going to be learning how to defend ourselves. If that's not the case, I may be in the wrong classroom."

When he unleashes Cornish Pixies on them all, they make havoc in the room right until Bloom lets out a shrill whistle and gets all their attention to glare at them all - they focus on her for maybe a minute, then squeak and fly straight back into their cage and one shuts the door tightly.

*Library*

"If they want to waste time worrying about whether or not I'm the bloody 'Heir of Slytherin' when I'm not even in Slytherin House, that's their problem, Hermione."

Draco looks up at Bloom Potter's words, which were almost deafening in the silence of the library - he was looking for a book on something, he can't even remember what now.

"Bloom, I get that you don't care what other people think of you. I get that you don't like talking about your past or your home life."

Bloom immediately says "House life, Hermione. 4 Privet Drive is not my home. Hogwarts is. Everyone else was sent home for the summer, I was sent back to hell."

Draco swallows drily, it can't really be that bad right?

Hermione's voice asks "Why not ask if you could stay at Hogwarts over the summer?"

"I did. For half an hour. Begged Dumbledore to let me. He was all 'it's for your own good, Bloom' - honestly, how can they be for my own good? I'd honestly take Voldemort over them, and he tried to kill me…mmm, at least three times last year, and the time when we were all toddlers. And Hermione? That's low. And you know it."

"There's nowhere else you could stay?"

"According to Dumbledore…no. Nowhere that'd be safe." The way she says it, being safe is the worst thing in the world.

"And they won't let you let Hedwig out at all, so you can't even write."

"I think he'd burst a blood vessel if I actually got a letter over the summer. Some House-elf had been keeping them from me. I told him he could keep the letters if he was trying to bribe me with them, but I was still going to school so I could stay sane." Draco feels frozen to the spot, then feels the ice turn that much colder when he hears Bloom chuckle with no humor in her voice and say "Most people complain about having to go to school. I'd stay here year-round if I could. How bloody sad is that?"

*Quidditch Match*

Draco looks up from where he landed hard on the Quidditch field - they're all surrounding Bloom, but he doesn't know why.

Lockhart takes his wand out, then takes a step or two back - just enough to give him a good view of her glaring at him ferociously while cradling one arm to her chest. She then looks at it, and does something that makes his stomach turn - she yanks it forward, which must've hurt judging from Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's horrified looks.

Bloom, on the other hand, gets to her feet, looking at her arm with a mixture of anger and determination, before walking towards the Gryffindor tower.

*Dueling Club*

Draco gulps, he's facing off against a girl who took down a bloody mountain troll on her own. He barely has time to turn around when he's hit with a spell that sends him flying onto his back.

The same thing happens three other times, Bloom never lets him get even a moment to go on the offensive. It's bloody well terrifying how she does that, to be entirely honest. She's got reflexes like lightning, and she doesn't appear to be in the habit of letting her opponent get even a single instant to fight back.

*Myrtle's Bathroom*

Bloom looks at Ron's wand pointed at Lockhart, Lockhart who's balancing himself by keeping a grip on the Chamber of Secrets' entrance - no, she doesn't know Parseltongue, but she does know things that there's no logical explanation other than some serious magic going on with her at every moment of the day professor Trelawney calls the Sight - and wordlessly pushes him in magically.

"It's really quite filthy down here!"

"It's safe, let's go."

*Chamber of Secrets*

Bloom glares at the boy calling himself Tom Riddle. "So, you're the younger version of the twisted being who killed my parents and stuck me with the Dursleys. Well, seeing as you took my home…" She snatches up the diary before Tom can react, and nearly throws up or passes out from the contact - black smoke also starts seeping from under her fingers, but she doesn't see it as she's in a glaring contest with Tom.

He snarls "Put that down at once!"

"Why? So you can keep killing Ginny? Not a chance, monster!" She aims a fire blast at him, and starts healing Ginny as fast as she can.

It hurts Tom, a lot, but he just gives her a creepy smile and says "Very well, then." He spits out a line in Parseltongue, and the biggest dirty snake she's ever seen slithers out - she just snaps her fingers, and it bursts into flames and leaves nothing but the skeleton behind.

Most people are scared of her because she always faces a problem head-on with a glare, it's the only way she knows how to though. Never let them see you weak, it keeps Vernon off her sometimes. And, others - when he's drunk - he just goes into a rage at her stubbornness and punishes her all the worse for it.

She honestly wonders what would happen if Vernon saw her in her new outfit that she got during the fight with Tom, though. Or if she'd get expelled from Hogwarts if anyone saw her like this. Her belly showing, wings on her back, ankle boots, a lot of sparkles - she quite likes the outfit, and especially the ability to fly without a broomstick, but she's sure nobody else would approve. Except for maybe Fred and George Weasley.

Tom waves her wand, but then screams in agony when his body gets consumed by fire and thick black smoke pours out from between the pages of his diary and catches fire.

AN: Hey, everyone! Yeah, Bloom's OOC again - but i really like writing Bloom as a sarcastic kick-butt - excuse me, kick-arse, for this fic - girl who doesn't take anybody's nonsense! Besides, you don't live with the Dursleys - who i really do hate, Dudley included as he's a spoiled brat - and come out perfectly alright. Besides, everybody else, Harry included, wouldn't have survived long enough to get his letter. Details on that later in the story - if you want a bit, look up at the first DADA class. Anyway, enjoy! Please review if you've got suggestions. Almost done with this semester! Can't wait!