Regina Potter and the Corrupting Curse (Book 1)

## ~Prologue~

Before we begin our journey back to the wizarding world, you should probably know there are a lot of brand new members of the Potter/Weasley family. Take a moment to learn who is who, and then we’ll be ready to leap back into the wizarding world with a brand new adventure.

Our story begins on June 1st in the year 2043, before the children begin their next year at Hogwarts.

**Grandchildren of William and Fleur Weasley -**

*Victoire Weasley + Leo Hendry (RIP) =* Corbin Hendry, Deirdre Hendry, Anne Hendry

*Victoire Weasley + Teddy Lupin =* Athena Lupin

*Dominique Weasley + Kennedy Fekkete =* Renée Fekkete-Weasley (RIP)

G**randchildren of Percy and Audrey Weasley -**

*Molly Weasley + Unknown =* Mimi Weasley

*\*Lucy Weasley has married Adam Cole; they have no children.\**

**Grandchildren of George and Angelina Weasley -**

*Fred Weasley II + Destiny Andrews =* Misty Weasley, Dylan Weasley

*Roxanne Weasley + Jordan Jones\** =  Ivy Jones-Weasley

**Grandchildren of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger -**

*Rose Granger-Weasley + Unknown =* Tara Granger-Weasley

*\*Hugo Granger-Weasley is engaged to Frances Snell (a muggle); they have no children.\**

**Grandchildren of Harry and Ginny Potter -**

*James Potter II + Cecile Brown =* Veronica Potter, Winnifred Potter

*Albus Potter + Amy Jones =* Elizabeth Potter, Louise Potter, Dorothy Potter, Claire Potter, Regina Potter, Annelise Potter

*Lily Potter II + Aron Jacobson =* Danielle Potter-Jacobson, Daniel Potter-Jacobson, Sadie Potter-Jacobson

## Chapter 1

Regina Hailie Potter had never been a patient girl. Every part of her life was always lots of waiting, waiting, waiting. She had waited so very patiently for primary school to end, and now that was finally over, she would have to endure the most difficult wait of her entire life.

Regina sighed as she flopped down on her bed. The itchy gray cloth that was her uniform shirt came untucked from her pleated skirt as she stretched. Muggle primary school was over, for good, but that just wasn’t enough. Most children her age were leaping for joy. Oh, to be free of schoolwork for three months. Such relief! Regina, however, just saw summer vacation as more excruciating wait time until it was finally her time to go away to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Regina had heard such wonderful things about it from her older sisters, and longed for the day that she would go, and learn to harness her magical gifts as a witch. Regina would be turning eleven in the upcoming August, so she expected her Hogwarts letter would soon be on its way, announcing her journey into witchhood.

“Gina! Annie! It’s time we get your sisters from the train station!” Albus Potter, her father, called from downstairs to Regina and her younger sister, Annelise.

“I’ll be just a moment, dad! I’ve got to change out of my uniform!” Regina responded, just about to pull her shirt over her head.

“No, there’s no time! We’re already late. Hurry along, now!”

“Oh… fine.” Regina groaned. She ran out of her bedroom and scampered down the stairs in her pinchy shoes. Out of all the primary schools her parents could have chosen for her, they had to choose the one with the absolute worst uniform. Her toes were turning purpler every day thanks to the pinchy black shoes, and her skirt squeezed around her waist so tightly, sometimes she could barely breathe. They required hair to be tied back at all times, which was quite a struggle for someone with her type of hair. Curly and unruly, she could never keep it in place. Finally, she met her parents and sister in the living room, and grabbed her father’s arm, and the four of them disapparated.

Regina and Albus appeared in a dark alley, but the bright light coming from King’s cross station across the street illuminated the area enough so that she could see Annie and her mother appear next to them seconds later.

Usually, they would walk in to King’s Cross station and greet her sisters the instant they got off the train, with a ‘welcome home’ squeeze and a leisurely chat before apparating back to the house. However, today, the Potter family seemed to be running low on time. Ellie, Louise, Dorothy, and Claire were sitting outside of the entrance to the station, looking rather peeved.

“Took you long enough!” Ellie groaned exasperatedly, standing up from her suitcase in a huff.

“Calm down, Ellie. I’m sure that they had plenty going on at home. It wasn’t that long of a wait, was it?” Claire reached over to her sister and patted her on the arm.

“Hmph. And don’t talk to me like that, I’m your older sister.” She grumbled.

“Oh, mum!” Louise wailed, reaching over to her mother and nearly fainting into her arms. “I’m so nervous about my O.W.L. scores. What if I got all Trolls?” Louise had just graduated her fifth year, and was nervous about starting the second phase of her Hogwarts education.

“Alright, all of you, we can talk at home. Lets head out, shall we?” Dorothy said coolly, ushering the family towards the alley.

Walking together, it was hard to tell that the six sisters were all related, with the exception of Louise and Claire, who looked nearly identical with their straight, shiny brown hair that they had gotten from their mother, and their similar faces. But Claire loved to wear makeup and it always made her look more mature than her older sister. Ellie, Dorothy and Annie had all inherited the firey red Weasley hair, but once Dorothy turned thirteen, she dyed it a shade of golden blonde, making her look very different. Only small red roots growing in from her scalp could be seen. Regina had inherited one of the infamous traits from her grandfather, Harry Potter. She had thick, curly black hair that almost always looked messy, no matter what she did with it. They weren’t alike in personality either. All the Hogwarts-aged sisters had been placed in different houses; Ellie in Slytherin, Louise in Gryffindor, Dorothy in Hufflepuff, and Claire in Ravenclaw. There was no pattern, nothing common, so there was no clue as to where Regina and Annie would be placed.. The only thing that made the family seem alike was that they all had a splash of light freckles from the Weasley side, and deep brown eyes they shared from their mother’s side.

“Hey, Gina. You all right?” Claire put her hand on Regina’s shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, great.”

“You sure?”

“Gah-arg- I can’t lie. I am not happy about summer. Why can’t the school year just be year-round? I want to go to Hogwarts already! Summer is just a boring time of waiting, waiting, waiting always in the way.”

“Hah… oh, to be excited for Hogwarts. I remember those days.” Claire chuckled.

Regina scowled at her. “Real helpful, sis.”

“Oh, I know.”

~~~~~~~~~~5 days later~~~~~~~~~~

“Is the seating chart ready yet, mum?” Regina asked her mother. Every year to celebrate the end of the school year and the beginning of summer, the family always held a celebratory dinner at their house. All the children and grandchildren of the “Golden Trio”, which was what Regina liked to call Grandpa Harry, Great-Uncle Ron, and Great-Aunt Hermione, the legendary heroes of the family.

“Ooh, nearly… mh-hm… here it is!” Amy stood up proudly and handed Regina the seating chart. “I’m off to get changed, they’ll be there any minute!” She said in a singsong voice and hurried up the stairs, leaving Regina with the sheet of paper.

“Oh, mum.” Regina groaned and then facepalmed. She was sitting right in between her cousin, Ronnie, and her second cousin, Tara. Now, Tara wasn’t so bad, but she wasn’t likely to even come to the table. She would often  sit in the corner of the sofa and read her books. It was always books with Tara. In fact, it was the only thing Regina knew about her. They had seen each other after years of family dinners, but had never spoken before. Tara was always busy reading, reading, and… reading.

But Ronnie… Ronnie would a problem. Ever since Regina and Ronnie were born, it had been years of endless torment. Ronnie always felt the need to make herself seem better than Regina. Ronnie would always tease about everything Regina did wrong, or flaunt and brag insufferably about anything she did right. It didn’t help that her little sister Winnie, was so violent. She acted as a lackey for Ronnie, doing all the dirty work, she constantly slapped, punched, pinched, and threw pencils at Regina and all of her sisters. Ronnie and Winnie were “the Potters of nightmares” as Ellie liked to call them.

Ding-dong! “Veronica has arrived!” A muffled voice came from outside the front door, poorly attempting to sing opera. Speak of the devil, Regina thought.

“Regina! Get the door, would you dear? Just got to zip up this… bloody… dress.” Regina’s mum called from downstairs.

“Urgh… okay.” Regina left the seating chart on a chair, and went to greet the Potters of nightmares.

“Ah! Gina! Here, hugs for Aunt Cecie!” Aunt Cecile grabbed her, and lifted her off the floor in a squeeze. “Love you, dear.” She released Regina and walked into the house, her high heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. Aunt Cecile was so glamorous, but was the most cheerful and affectionate woman Regina knew.  If only her daughters had inherited the latter.

Ronnie waltzed in, looking like she had tried very hard to seem like tiny adult, with heavy makeup, a classy (and perhaps a bit revealing), sequined dress, purse, heels and all. “REGINA! Guess what came in the mail today?” She kicked her shoes off into the middle of the walkway, and flashed a smug smile.

Regina raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Ronnie?”

Ronnie grinned wickedly. “My Hogwarts letter, of course! I heard Dani and Danny got theirs too. And you?”

Regina huffed in frustration. “No, I haven’t.” She said through gritted teeth.

Ronnie’s smile widened. “Well, perhaps you’re a squib then! Hm-hm!” She smirked, and skipped away, but not before flipping her silky black hair in Regina’s face. How jealous Regina was of Ronnie’s hair. She got it from Aunt Cecile, who, sadly, was not related to Regina. It was always shiny and well-kept, even when she didn’t wash it. Meeting Ronnie’s level of hair was always Regina’s wish. Once, when the two of them were five, Regina got her hands on Great-Aunt Hermione’s hair-straightener, a Muggle contraption. I’ll get to be just like Ronnie, showing off my hair in everyone’s face! I’ll look so beautiful… and that was when young Regina burnt off half of her hair. It was quite embarrassing, and Great-Aunt Hermione gave her quite the earful. Hair was infuriating. But Ronnie had taken it too far today… rubbing her Hogwarts letter in letter-less Regina’s face. Regina stomped off to her to her bedroom.

Falling into her bed with a flump, she opened the bedside table next to her and pulled out a worn-down notebook that she had used many times over the years.“Plot… three-hundred… and fifty… seven.” Regina muttered as she scribbled the numbers at the top of her “Ruining Ronnie” notebook, sitting on her bed. “Step one… find… a… rock…”

“Hugo and Frannie are here! Time for dinner!” Regina’s father called from downstairs.

Regina sighed. Her plot would have to wait until later.

Walking down the stairs, Regina could see her Uncle Hugo and his fiancé, Frannie, had just entered the house and were making their way towards the dinner table. Regina sighed, not enthusiastic at all about their arrival. Uncle Hugo was fine, sure, but Frannie was absolutely insufferable. She was very peppy and girly, which wouldn’t be such an issue if she didn’t insist on making every other girl in the family accept her sense of style.

Last year, she had roped Regina into one of her signature makeovers, and now there was a very unfortunate picture on the wall of Regina, with her hair tied up into two very tight pigtails which were pulling at her scalp very painfully, each accented with a vivid pink bow. Her cheeks looked so flushed as though she had just spent hours in the sun, thanks to the excessive amount of blush Frannie used, and her lips were a very unnatural shade of hot pink, with a layer of glittery gloss atop it. Upon seeing how this makeover had turned out, Regina was absolutely horrified, but her mother insisted on documenting it as a the first “bonding experience” between Regina and the new arrival to the family.

Finally reaching the bottom the stairs, Regina quickly swerved in the opposite direction, hoping to avoid any interaction with Frannie. Much to her dismay, someone’s hand clamped on her shoulder, stopping her from going any farther. “Regina, darling!” Frannie’s squeaky, high-pitched voice sang. Regina frustratedly turned around, but quickly turned her scowl into a phony grin.

“Frannie. Nice… to see you.” She forced herself to say.
“May I just say, oh, that blue gown of looks absolutely stunning on you!” Frannie enthused. “But you know what could make that look even better. Oh, I have just the thing!” Franny began rummaging through her bag. “Oh, now where is that mascara,” she muttered under her breath, still searching.
“Er… thanks.” Regina replied awkwardly. “Well, I’d best be going to the dinner. Ha, great to see you, bye!” She frantically made her escape and went to sit down at the table for dinner. She would not be roped into another makeover.

Ronnie was seated next to her, and Tara (as expected), had left her seat empty, curled up on the couch with The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Regina dreaded the evening to come. Poor Annie wouldn’t be much luckier. She was seated next to Winnie, who was arguably worse than Ronnie, and baby Sadie, who was likely to fling food at her face. Sighing, Regina began serving herself once her father brought the salad out as an appetizer. She made sure to add extra dressing, her dad always made it just right. He always said it was just because of his skill for potions, but Gramma Ginny told Regina that Albus had loved cooking since he was very small.

Just as Regina was about to take the first delicious bite, her fork dropped to the floor. Ronnie snickered. As Regina bent down to pick it up, Ronnie said quietly, “Are you sure you’re not a squib?”

Regina exhaled sharply, and sat up to look at Ronnie, leaving her fork on the floor. “Yes. Now please, bug off.”

“Okay then, Have fun staying Hogwarts Letter-Less!” Ronnie said with a malicious grin. “Or, you could show me you’re not a squib.”

Regina scoffed. “And how do you suppose I do that?”

Ronnie smirked. “Pick up your fork. With your mind!”

“Oh, come on, I bet you can’t even do that.” Regina argued.

“Of course I can,” Ronnie said matter-of-factly. “Everyone can.”

Regina rolled her eyes, but decided to humor Ronnie, and focused on the fork on the ground. *Come on now, lift, just lift. Please.* Nothing. *Just lift the fork. Off of the floor. Now!* Nothing. *Wait, what was that thing Louise always used to practice? Wing… wingardium leviosa?* Still nothing. Suddenly, she heard a shrill shriek. Regina looked up to see Frannie with a face full of mashed potatoes… wait. Why was the table floating? Regina glanced over at Ronnie, whose jaw was on the floor. But as soon as Ronnie noticed her looking, she collected herself and rolled her eyes as a sign of obvious indifference.

“Okay, now who’s lifting the table?” Regina’s mother asked exhasperatedly, her chin nearly touching her plate.  “Ellie?  Ellie, it’d best not be you…”

Ronnie jumped at the opportunity and yelled, “Regina! Regina did it!” while pointing frantically.

Amy looked at her daughter, confused.  “Regina, why on earth… you know what, nevermind. But you will be helping Frannie clean up her dress.” She said sternly. “Honestly… this is not a time for practical jokes.” She trailed off, shaking her head in disappointment. The table returned to the floor. Regina looked around the table, eyes wide and nearly welling up with tears. Regina was very sensitive to being told off by adults, mostly because it didn’t happen often.  Every adult was looking at her in disapproval, with the exception of Uncle James and Granduncle Ron, who seemed rather amused at the sight of Frannie drenched in mashed potatoes.

“I-it-it…” Regina began, her voice cracking. “Nevermind…”

“It was Ronnie’s fault, you know,” A voice came from the living room. Everyone looked over at Tara, who was still fixated on her book, as she continued: “Ronnie was telling Regina if she didn’t lift a fork, she was a squib and such.” Regina was both shocked and grateful. She had never heard Tara speak before. She had such a loud, confident voice, not at all something she expected from the antisocial bookworm. And had Tara really been listening to their discreet conversation from far away? Either way, this was a very nice gesture from her.

Aunt Cecile looked back at her daughter. “Veronica, is this true?”

Ronnie was now the center of attention. “What? Of-of course not! How ridiculous. The-the girl is clearly lying.”

“And even if she wasn’t, I mean, it’s a fair accusation. The girl still hasn’t gotten her Hogwarts letter.” Uncle Aron butted in.

Albus choked on his drink. “Well, of course, she hasn’t! Regina won’t hit her eleventh birthday until August. Daniel and Danielle haven’t gotten theirs, have they? By your logic, they could be squibs too!”

“I never said they couldn’t be! But besides, both of them have proven they have magical ability.” Aron responded.

Albus scoffed. “With what, Daniel’s card trick set?”

“Leave Danny’s muggle interests alone! Honestly, Albus!” Grandaunt Hermione scolded.

“How did I get roped into this?” Daniel asked.

“Then tell Aron to mind his own business and focus on his own sh-”

Realizing this could escalate into a large family argument, Regina promptly excused herself from the table and left to her room, not even having taken a bite of her food.

*Dear Ming,*

*My sisters finished at Hogwarts this week, which means just the summer to go until I set off to begin my first year! What time does school start for Ilvermorny? What house do you think you’ll be sorted into? We had our annual family dinner today, and it was a huge mess. My nasty cousin Ronnie told me I was a squib for not getting my Hogwarts letter this week, and forced me into levitating a table, which got me in huge trouble. All the adults are arguing right now, and that means it won’t be long before Uncle James starts throwing food… there will be a lot to clean up tomorrow. I’m getting to bed now, good night!*

*Love, Regina*

## Chapter 2

"Regina Hailie Potter had never been a patient girl, and this particularly boring summer was proving to be quite the test of her resolve. Days seemed to blend together as she wallowed in her boredom: wearing the same clothes for days on end, sleeping in until four in the afternoon, the icky feeling of a body that hasn't spent a good day in the sun for weeks, coupled with unruly hair begging to be brushed. Ah yes, it was times like these when Regina wished she could go to school. Yet, there she lay, tangled in a wrinkled sheet and snoring away with half her face buried under a pillow and her hair sticking out every which way. She snored loudly, disrupting the rest of the house and filling the room with her foul morning breath. What was she dreaming of? Perhaps it could be-"

"Oh shut up, would you?" Regina sat up from her bed as Ellie chuckled mischievously. "I get it, I get it, I'm meant to wake up."

"Took you long enough, idiot," Ellie smiled as she sat atop Regina's bed. "Mum sent me up here to let you know we're heading out shopping soon... for some school supplies."

Regina's eyes lit up and she quickly leapt out of bed. "Well, why didn't you say so, idiot? Go off to get ready so we can leave quick! Quick!" She ushered Ellie out her bedroom and started jumping up and down, dancing.

"And try not to make too much of a racket, would you? We're trying to avoid having Annie find out," Ellie left as a final note before she walked away.

Regina understood. Everybody agreed not to mention too much of Hogwarts this year. Annie was quite the sensitive soul, and she also shared the same level of impatience as Regina. Being the youngest sister, this year she was finally going to be the only one not preparing for a magical school year. After a crying breakdown that had occurred earlier in the summer, the entire family made an agreement that mention of Hogwarts was meant to be kept to a minimum.

"Gina! Breakfast!" Amy called from the story below. After having changed out of her pijamas, Regina rushed down the stairs to sit at the table.

Louise saw Regina rush down the stairs towards the kitchen and remarked as she glanced at the clock, "If you can even call that breakfast. It's one PM!"

"Louise, your breakfast is ready too." Louise just scoffed and made her way to sit down at the breakfast table.

Regina was scarfing down her scrambled eggs faster than she ever had before, her fork moving at record speed. "Mum, can we go now, to the um... place?"

Amy nudged her head towards the door. "We're waiting for you-know-who to leave." Regina nodded in understanding.

"You-know-who?" Annie shouted from across the house. "Is Volmedort back? Mum!" Annie ran over to the kitchen in a panicked frenzy, having overheard the shushed conversation.

"Dear, his name was Voldemort, and don't you worry your pretty head about it. We were talking about something else entirely." Amy reassured her youngest daughter and tried to usher her out of the kitchen.

"Well, what was it then?" Annie bounced persistently.

"Oh, nothing you'd be interested in. But you know what you will be interested in? Your dad is taking you to see Granny and Grampa! So you should get ready to go, it'lll be such fun!"

"Granny and Grampa... no, no! Mum! Don't tell me you're... you're taking the others school shopping aren't you?! Now that Regina's old enough now I'll be... all alone... and so bored too! Please mum!" Annie began shouting and started to tear up as her voice broke here and there. "And- and- you! You're such a traitor, leaving me here, here... all alone!" Annie suddenly charged at Regina and made weak attempts at hitting her, before collapsing on the floor in a pile of tears. Regina stood in shocked silence for a moment, watching her little sister in despair before her mother nudged her shoulder.

"Come along, Gina." Amy whispered, tugging her along to the fireplace.

"Oh, but, mum..." Regina trailed off as she was dragged along, continuing to watch Annie's meltdown in pity.

Regina and all of her elder sisters gathered in the family room, standing strictly in a line. Regina stared at the fireplace determinedly, thrilled. She had traveled by floo numerous times before of course, but this would be her first time using floo to get to Diagon Alley. To get to Diagon Alley and get magical school supplies. To get magical school supplies because she was finally going off to Hogwarts in a month.

"Let's let Regina go first, shall we? It's finally your turn." Claire chuckled and nudged her younger sister forward. "You're heading off to Ollivander's, I believe in you." Regina took a breath of confidence and stepped inside the fireplace.

"Ollivander's Wand Shop!" Regina exclaimed with her eyes closed, and dropped the powder atop her head. She felt the warm breeze of the fireplace, and when her eyes opened, she stumbled out onto the floor of Ollivander's.

Regina coughed and wiped some ash off of her face before standing up. "Welcome to Ollivander's!" She heard a warm voice chirp from the front desk. But as the sounds of the fireplace continued to *whoosh* as Claire, Dorothy, Louise, Ellie and Amy appeared behind her, the warm voice remarked "Oh my!". It wasn't long before a tall, thin woman with very large glasses and clicky shoes appeared trotting over to the fireplace. "Goodness, so many guests at once!" She looked around for a moment before recognizing Amy, "Ah! Of course, the Potters. I should've known. Oh, Amy, dear, come here!" Regina's mother stepped forward and greeted the woman with a squeeze.

"Hello again, Myrna. How's your great grand-dad?" Amy asked sweetly. She turned back to her daughters and signaled to them an okay, pointing to Ellie and Louise to go off shopping as a pair, and to Dorothy and Claire to go shopping as a pair. Regina was to stay with her mother to finally buy her wand.