A/N: Please tell me if this is any good. I got the idea from a story called Sacria by AzureXBlue, but it's going to be a bit different I think. Please tell me when I write the second chapter if this seems too much like his/her story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

I still couldn't believe it. They didn't believe me; no one did. After all the trust I put in them, they turned their backs on me like all of Wizarding Britain. They were my friends; my family! I put all of my trust in them! And what did they do? They threw it away like it was worthless; like it meant nothing. They completely and utterly crushed my love and trust in them like I meant nothing –nothing- to them.

Everyone with the exception of Sirius and Remus and a few others thought that I, Samantha Potter, the Girl Who Lived, would lie about Voldemort's return! Even Dumbledore didn't believe me! He was so disappointed in me that I was expelled!

Sirius and Remus, God bless them, believed me. They knew me better than my own two best friends. Fred and George were two others that believed me and I also knew that Luna and Neville believed me. This was one way to see who my real friends are. Everyone blamed me for Cedric's death; they just didn't have proof. That was the only reason why I hadn't been locked up in Azkaban.

I was sent back to the Dursleys, and I couldn't even stand one day with them. They kept taunting me with the fact that I was expelled, and how they knew that I was a no-good good-for-nothing like my father.

I remembered that day fondly as I had gotten my revenge on them.

Flashback:

"I knew it wouldn't last long," Dudley sneered at me. "Even your lot couldn't take your freakishness."

That was the last straw. I stood up abruptly making the kitchen chair I was sitting on fall over and clatter to the ground. The Dursleys looked at me, surprised and shocked. Grabbing my wand, I pointed it at them.

"B-But you're n-not allow-allowed to use m-m- that here!" Dudley stammered, staring at my wand in fear.

"My Godfather, Sirius Black, took off the tracking charms on it," I said, grinning wickedly. I could feel a sense of excitement stirring up. I cast multiple charms and hexes. Vernon Dursley had a split-pea green and neon pink afro. His shirt had red and blue polka dots and yellow and brown stripes. He had a ridiculously huge bowtie with swirls on it. His pants were… well, how can I put it? One pants leg was yellow with black vertical stripes and the other was black with yellow horizontal stripes. Petunia Dursley had blue hair like Marge from the Simpsons and she was wearing a black shirt that said "I'm weird and proud of it!" Her pants were the gangster kind. They were baggy and covered in chains so that she couldn't walk without tripping face first. Dudley had a neon pink and neon green Mohawk and he was dress in a pink tutu. Also, he had regained his pig tail. They're kitchen was covered in dirt now that wouldn't wash off for a week.

"I also charmed Vernon and Dudley to say certain comments if they were questioned by any wizard. They would say stuff like, "Sam Potter is telling the truth! Get it through your thick skulls already!" "All hail the Lord of Lemon Drops!" (If it was Dumbledore) "All hail the Dungeon Bat of Doom!" (If it was Snape) "Oh, if it isn't Buck-Tooth-Wonder and Mr. I Love Slugs! Marvelous day to betray your friends, isn't it?" (To Ron and Hermione) I also put a spell that would allow me to see what was happening when they would be questioned by them.

After that, I walked out of the house after I packed my things and left.

End Flashback

Since then, I've been on the streets, watching out for Death Eaters and the traitors. It's been about a week and I haven't seen any of those people. However, I have received an owl to a different school. It was really tempting too.

Dear Ms. Samantha Potter,

We would be pleased if you would come to our school. We heard all about what has happened and we would say that we know the truth. You see, our school isn't normal. We can't explain in this letter, but if you want to know more, this letter is a portkey if you say "Death Eaters wear tutus." I'm aware this may be a weird password, but we wanted to make sure it wasn't something people would accidentally say.

Sincerely,

The Headmistress of Erolis: School of Magic,
Eris Borelli

I wasn't quite sure if I should go. Would I still be able to see Sirius and Remus and the others who believed me? I didn't want to leave them behind. They were all I had left.

Suddenly, I felt nervous; like I was being watched. Looking around, I noticed a couple of people occasionally looking at me. I raised an eyebrow and suddenly, with a twitch of no longer concealed wands, around ten Death Eaters appeared. I grinned.

Looking over at the one with long, blonde hair, I waved and said, "Hi Lucy!" He snarled at me and sent a Cruciatus at me. I would have side-stepped it, but there was a little girl behind me. It hit me and I fell to my knees, trying to keep from screaming. Unfortunately, it didn't last long, and soon I was screaming.

I don't know how long he put it on me, but he ended it after what seemed like hours. I panted from the ground, but, wanting to get out of there, I said while looking at Lucius Malfoy, "Death Eaters wear tutus." Immediately, I disappeared.