Chapter 1

Ivy Victoria Potter was finally seventeen, no longer would she have to deal with the wishy-washy behavior of Britain and their miserable status-quo. She kept herself hidden behind thick clothes, thick braids, and chunky glasses. She became a Ravenclaw for a reason and it was to remain completely neutral in all aspects. She became a wallflower, something that was there but overlooked. Now she didn't have to hide her appearance or true personality anymore and was free to do whatever she pleased however she wanted, within the moral confines of the law. She took her OWLS and NEWTS early to ensure her escape at seventeen.

As soon as her parents left with her brother to go on their usual summer trip, she packed all of her items and shipped them to a certain location in Italy.

She was wearing a white button-up shirt with a purple vest over it with a pair of jeans and sneakers. She no longer had to braid her black hair and it was now down to her lower back, untamed as the Potter curse would allow, fair-skinned, emerald green eyes with her button nose, full lips and what others who have seen her without her thick clothes would say the perfect figure.

Once the last box was shipped, she hugged each of the elves that have watched out for all these years goodbye.

She would miss them, she would have killed herself years ago if it wasn't for them. They comforted her when she was sad, warned her whenever her brother got too close for her liking and allowed her to laugh when she really needed it.

Once she closed the door behind her, she made to enjoy the next chapter of her life as the person she wanted to be. She had an emerald ring that had a built-in portkey, she raised her hand to rest just before her mouth, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Home."

Then she felt a hook in her navel and she was whisked away.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in front of a purple door. She smiled, made her way over, and knocked.

A male voice filled with warmth answered, "You know you're always welcome, Ivy. Come in already."

She opened the door and found her boyfriend of the last four years leaning against the entrance. He stood about five inches taller than her, well-built but slim from years of training and competitive dueling. He was wearing a Green Day t-shirt with a pair of jeans with rips at the knees. He was fair-skinned with a hair of black hair, a bow-shaped mouth, slim nose, and almond-shaped eyes. His eyes were the best part of about him, the sclera of his eyes are fully black and his irises are red.

He used to hate them as they made people, especially people in his childhood think of him as a monster. They were a source of power, coming from a long line of powerful mages and warriors and a source of pride. Something his father reminded him of constantly and told him that one day, someone would see him as a sweet boy he was in spite of his eyes. And he was right, the very first person who did was now before him, smiling at him.

He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her. It was a simple kiss, but it was filled with enough heated passion that it made her toes curl as he closed the door behind them.

When he released her, he savored her blushing face, "I'm so happy you're out of there for good."

"You and me both. I'd thought it would be harder, but that place wasn't home for me. Only the elves made it somewhat tolerable. If it wasn't for them, I would have stayed at Hogwarts and leave immediately during the summer."

He scowled at the name, "Ugh, it's still a stupid name."

She giggled a bit, "It is, isn't it?"

"But now, you don't have to go back there or Britain again."

"Nope. All the accounts I made at Gringotts are closed and moved over here, all my items are here, and I don't have anything to worry about over there. Besides, I made myself a loner over there for a reason. Who's going to deal with the wallflower Potter who has no opinion?"

He sighed as he pulled her away from the door and down onto the couch, "It must have been agony, especially considering how much of a spitfire you are."

"It was, but talking to you through the journal and texting everyone else helped when I was going to lose my shit. So thanks for that."

"There's no need to thank me. Now, let's celebrate the fact that you no longer have to return that miserable shithole."

She pressed herself against him, "Plan on spoiling me, Damien?"

"Until you can only shiver with pleasure, Ivy."

"Your parents are out?"

"Yes, they apologize for not being able to celebrate with us, but not to wait up as they will celebrate with us tomorrow."

"So I get you all to myself. How wonderful."

He grinned and apparated them into his bedroom as he kissed her while she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him closer. Within minutes, there were tossed clothes on the floor with the sounds of a creaking bed frame and moans of pleasure that lasted throughout the night.

[Morning]

Ivy awoke with a yawn as she wiped her eyes of the sleep that was quickly fading away from her mind, then she felt an arm pull her close only for a pair of familiar lips to plant a good morning kiss on her cheek.

"Damien..."

He turned to see the smiling face of her boyfriend, "How was your first night as a free woman no longer held back by those pigs in Britain?"

"It's rather wonderful."

"What do you think will happen when they discover that you're gone?"

She huffed, "They're on vacation now so they won't be back until the end of the summer to do Hogwarts shopping. They probably won't even notice at first, but Adrian will. He always hated that I never groveled over him. As you know, Adrian needs attention, positive or negative, it doesn't matter. The fact that I'm apathetic to his presence could be compared to pouring alcohol on open wounds. He loathes that and me for doing that to him, his elder sister who should be blessed to be born and raised in the same house as him. Ugh. Regardless, he will call the elves who inform my dear parents and tell them I left at the beginning of the summer when they went on vacation and have no plans on returning. And considering that I am now an adult, they can't call me back, if they don't know where I am."

He wrapped his arms around her, nibbling at her neck, "And I get to spoil you to my heart's content and not have to worry about those miserable shitheads trying to drag you into the mud. Always wonderful. Now get your cute butt out of my bed, I need to make breakfast."

As she tossed off the covers she shuffled off the bed, "I'll make dinner. Your parents are out early and will return late, right?"

"Yep," He pulled her by her arm to pepper her with kisses, before taking her lips once again.

Once he released her, she smirked, "Making up for lost time?"

"Of course."

She patted his cheeks, "Behave. I need to shower."

"Breakfast will be ready when you get out."

"Thank you," She sighed as she stretched her back and made to leave.

He leaned back a bit as he savored the view of her back.

"Enjoy it?" She snarked

"I do, love, I do, it's just so bittersweet to see you go."

She snorted, "Get up, you prat."

"Love you!" He laughed as he got up, putting on a pair of discarded boxers and made his way into the kitchen as he heard the shower run.

After she took her shower, she made her way back to her bedroom to find her suitcase and pulled out a pair of black shorts with shin-high hightops and a spaghetti-strapped purple tank top. She checked herself out in the mirror and brushed her hair so most of it rested behind her as several pieces framed her face.

"Much better."

She made her way out, grabbing a spare towel and entered the living room to find Damien placing the last plate of breakfast on the living room table.

He kissed her, taking the towel as she watched him leave.

"Enjoying the view," He quipped with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh yes, but it's so bittersweet," Making him cackle as he made his way to the shower.

She made to wait for him as she pulled out her phone, finding multiple messages in the group chat from her friends cheering that she was finally free from Britain and they were going to party later in the week before school starts back up again.

She texted back, 'Of course and thanks for the well-wishes.'

Then she felt couch dip as he made to sit next to her as he turned on the TV, flipping through channels as she saw from the corner of her eye that he was wearing a pair of jeans with a plain silver-gray t-shirt, his favorite pair of shades hanging on the collar of his shirt with a pair of boots.

Once he picked a channel, they made to enjoy breakfast with each other's company. She'd never get sick of the kitty pancakes, he made for her. They still made her flush with warmth when she recalled how he surprised her with them when she first stayed over.

After breakfast was over, they cleaned everything before they left to go into town. As they locked up, there behind the couch was a framed picture of her and him at 13, grinning as they were enjoying a picnic with his parents and her father figure who was taking the picture. Next to that picture was her at age 15 with his parents and him, smiling and happy.

As they walked into town, they bumped into a young girl around the age of 13 who fell back on her butt as the rolled-up poster she was carrying unfurled as Ivy made to help her up, "Are you okay? You didn't sprain anything, did you?"

"Oh, sweet Merlin, I didn't mean to bump into you. I wasn't looking at where I was going."

Ivy smiled, "It's perfectly fine. We all make mistakes, you know. Bumping into people is something everyone does."

She dusted herself as she looked around for her poster, only for it to be rolled up in Damien's hands.

"This is yours?"

"Y-yes, thank you," She smiled, taking the poster back.

The girl then got a good look at them both and she stuttered, "N-no way...You, it's you two?"

Ivy smiled, "A pleasure to meet you."

Damien gave a slight bow and smiled back.

The girl was practically bubbling with excitement, "I can't believe I'm meeting Snake and Wolf at the same time!"

"So the poster..."

"Is of you, Ivy. It's a rather lovely action shot of you," Damien commented

She smirked at the thought before she turned towards the fan, "Can I see it?"

"Of course!"

She unfurled it, showing Ivy on the poster, she had a large grin on her face and she was wearing one of her many battle costumes. It was a form-fitting black bodysuit with fur on the edges, tights up to her thighs, with shin-protectors, and arm-protectors. She was in the middle of a silent spell.

"Would you like us to sign it?"

The fan looked like she was going to faint from happiness and squeaked out, "Yes! I mean, if you could, I-I really don't want to bother you. I know you both have crazed fans and I don't want to bother you with some so trivial."

"Oh, it's perfectly fine. Besides, consider it a gift for bumping into you. I have a sharpie on me, anyway."

They both sign the sides of the poster and hand it back to the trembling fan as she repeatedly thanked them both as they waved her goodbye. She waved goodbye back, still flushed with happiness as they went about their way.

The fan could only squeal with happiness as they raced their way home, still reeling about what they wrote on her poster.

Even with the poster, her family, especially her big sister wasn't going to believe it.

She got her poster signed by the Snake and Wolf, the ultimate power couple of the Supernovas!

Ending the chapter! I hope you all like this. This is just a project of mine, sometimes I really hate that my muse just brings me ideas like a damn cat that brings a dead rat as an offering. Also, do you know why I can't just put it off to the side until later? It's because I've been rewriting this prompt for the 6th time! Fuck it! Oh well, thank God for summer, huh? Anyways, take care, people. Also, my chapters are usually much longer than this, but I'm trying out a different setup for this story, knowing me, I'll get right back in 10K words later on, but they take so long to type up. So I'm trying this for now.

You are probably wondering who the Supernovas are, right? Well, for those who read One Piece, you know the Worst Generation right? Think of the members like that except they are all world-renowned duelists with varying specialties and nicknames. The fan that had Ivy's poster is a hint of that type of fame. All of them have different fighting styles and combine magical and non-magical abilities for defensive and offensive techniques.

Also, if you are still reading, go read Damaged Raven and Apex by JustBored21! I fucking love their story, like I've been inspired to all 7 circles of Hell and back. I can only hope I can make a story half as good as that, but I have a lot of inspiration left, even if it continues to act like a damn cat. Also, I'm not in contact with them, this is just my own shoutout to view their work.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato!