To be a Slytherin

Part 2

**Warning**

This part contains mentions of child abuse and abandonment. If this is not something that you can deal with reading about, though it does set up her need to never again be helpless, it is not an integral part of the story. You can skip the portion that is italicized. That's perfectly chill with me. If you can't stand reading about it, please don't read it then criticize me. Thanks! Happy reading!

The loud voices were getting closer, scaring the girl in the cupboard under the stairs. When the loud voices got too close, she always got hurt. She didn't know why, but they always blamed her for things that she couldn't have done. Like pushing Dudley down the stairs.

She didn't have enough strength to budge that elephant of a child half an inch. "Girl, this is the last straw! We never asked for a freak like you to be dropped into our lives and we want you gone!" Vernon yelled at her. She didn't know what he meant until he picked her up and roughly tossed her into the backseat of the car.

The tires squealed as the car pulled out of the driveway. Hecate, who hadn't had time to put a seat belt on flew forward into the back of Vernon's seat. She let out a yelp of pain at the abuse, but the big man didn't pay her any attention. Vernon continued to drive rather aggressively, and she continued to bounce around the backseat of the car.

About four miles outside of the city limits, Vernon pulled to a stop and yanked the girl out of the car. As he raised his hand toward her, she cowered away from him. "You good for nothing freak! Are you trying to ruin our lives? Dying Petunia's hair a bright pink that is resistant to any other dye, so that she can't go anywhere or do anything, and giving Dudley a terrible rash he'll have to go to the doctor about, was the last thing you'll do to our family!"

The man continued to beat the small, malnourished child. She whimpered as he continued to hit her, trying to get away from him.Eventually, she passed out from the pain. She woke up the next morning in a strange place she'd never been before. Looking around, she found that she was in a much larger room than the Dursleys had ever given her before.

Moments later, a woman walked in and looked surprised to see her awake. "Where am I?" the child questioned. She thought back to the previous night and sighed. She had obviously healed while she was asleep.I'll have to figure out what all I can do now that I'm away from the Dursleys.

"You're at St. Paul's orphanage. We found you passed out on the front porch early this morning. You were in pretty bad shape. We weren't even expecting you to be awake this soon," the woman replied.

Yes, this will be the perfect place to hone my skills. I will never again be as vulnerable as I was last night.

Three years later (Age 6)

"Matron, I would like to take martial arts classes. I'm scared of getting beat up like I was the night that I arrived. Please?" The girl normally wouldn't beg the woman for anything. She saved it for special occasions. Such as this. The woman looked at her pityingly and Hecate mentally smirked. Hook, line, and sinker.

"Hecate, are you really concerned about being attacked like you were that night?" At the girl's nod, she sighed. "I'll set it up for you to have lessons."

The young girl's countenance visibly brightened. "Thank you, Matron!" she chirped. "I really appreciate it." I am soooo happy she bought that act. Once I learn martial arts, I can incorporate magic into it.

Magic. It was what she had dubbed the things that she could do. She had learned to control it and, use it to her advantage. She didn't often practice it on actual people, but when she did, she made sure that they wouldn't remember it. She couldn't have people knowing about her powers until she was ready to take over. Talking to snakes was something that she did fairly often.

Summoning things and changing one object into another were also fairly common practices for her. She could also command people to do things and inflict pain on any living creature, but she didn't do that unless she needed to. After all, it was highly suspicious if a twelve-year-old started following the orders of a six-year-old.

So, she kept her magic under wraps.

Three years later (Age 9)

I can beat the teacher. That means that it's time to add the magic in. It had been just under three years ago that Hecate had started taking martial arts. In that time, her magic had grown to be significantly more powerful. She had learned to control the elements and defend herself with her magic.

That was just a shield, though. Once she finished incorporating magic into her martial arts skills, she would be much more able to be combative in fights. Granted, she could already beat all of the kids at the orphanage, but that didn't necessarily carry over to fighting with adults. I could just blast people with raw magic, I suppose.

The thought had occurred to her previously, but she had tossed it aside. For now, she would just use the magic to amplify the strength of her blows. As she got into a fighting stance, she summoned magic to her hands. "Come at me, Alexander!" she called out, putting a bit of magic behind the words to make sure that he actually did it.

Alexander was the strongest kid in the orphanage. They were facing off in the basement with all of the other kids circling around them to watch the fight. Alexander rushed towards her, but she held her ground. When the boy got into punching distance, she sent a skillful uppercut to his gut. The kid went flying and the others started to panic.

So that's what it does. I wonder if I could make a usable weapon out of raw magic. I'll have to look into that. Noticing that Alexander was still on the ground, Hecate walked over to him. She used her magic to check him over for any injuries. He was going to have a huge bruise on his stomach from her magical punch. She looked deeper, and found that two of his ribs were cracked.

She put her hand on his chest and sent a burst of magic through him to heal his injuries. "Thank you!" he gasped out.

She looked him dead in the eye. "I didn't do it for you. I did it so that I wouldn't get caught. You aren't worthy of me wasting my power on you. Unfortunately, there are too many witnesses for me to go undetected unless I made sure that you were fine." He frowned. "In fact, you are going to forget that this conversation even happened."

A year later (Age 10)

"Stay out of her way." The words reached Hecate's ears as they were whispered to a kid who had just arrived from a foster home.

The kid turned to the one who whispered it to him quizzically. "Why?"

"She can make you live your worst nightmares. And she'll watch with academic disinterest. She changed a year ago. She used to be a perfect angel. Now, she runs the orphanage. No one dares to stand up to her. Not even the Matron."

Hecate flicked her wrist as she walked by and the kid who was talking about her fell to the ground. "Oh, dear. Claude, are you okay?" she asked. As if just noticing the newbie, she glanced at him with fake shyness. "Are you the new kid that Matron said would be arriving today?" she queried softly.

The boy stood slightly taller when she addressed him. "I am. My name is Connor Averys. Who might you be?"

Hecate studied him carefully. "I'm Hecate Potter. As Claude was telling you, I'm in charge here. Though, as long as you don't give me any trouble, we'll get along just fine. Isn't that right, Claude?" The boy quickly agreed with her words, and she left them be.