This is my first story. I am sorry if it bears resemblance to any other story on this site. I may have been influenced by some story I read years ago.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter franchise. I only own the story-line.

This story is unbeta'ed. Reviews and Flames are all welcome as well as suggestions to improve my writing style.

-ClicheLuver

The Revenge was Long Since Coming

Evanna Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, The Chosen One, was lying on a fraying, thin mattress. It had been two weeks since fifth year of Hogwarts had ended. Sirius' death had left a large impact on her psyche, and the fact that none of her friends had even sent their condolences made things all the more worse.

Evanna was nursing various bruises and cuts from her scheduled weekly "punishment" for being magical. Her arms ached and the ugly purple bruises refused to fade away even if she channeled her magic through them. The Dursleys were taking advantage of the fact that her godfather was no longer alive. Evanna could now hold nothing over them, she had nothing to threaten them with.

These scheduled beatings had been going on since she was five, and Evanna had long since decided not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry, scream and beg for mercy. The Dursleys were monsters, who had made her childhood a hell on earth, not that she had one. She was astonished after hearing the prophecy regarding her and Voldemort, the Headmaster had said that he wanted her to have a childhood, but refused to acknowledge the fact that she was abused in Privet Drive.

Her resentment towards the Headmaster had been growing since second year and now it was reaching its peak. She had contemplated running away from Number 4 Privet Drive, but she knew that the Order was still keeping watch on her.

Another week had passed and her birthday was getting closer. Evanna was sitting on her bed with Hedwig in her arms, petting her beak and ruffling her feathers, when she heard the dead locks on her bedroom door being opened..