Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, etc. are the property of JK. Rowling and Rick Riordan. The OC characters and story line are purely my imagination running wild. My story is for entertainment only and is not part of official storylines. I do not have any association with J. K. Rowling or Rick Riordan even though I wish I had. No copyright infringement is intended.

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It was early Saturday morning; young Skye Potter was lying awake on her small, lumpy bed in her cupboard/room. She was awake for the last hour, waiting for Uncle Vernon to unlock her cupboard as he always locks it.

Skye hated the weekends and the holidays more than anything as she had no school to attend where she was free from everything that involved the Dursleys, but seeing as it was the weekend, she had no choice but to be the slave and punching bag for her relatives.

All in all, this is the life no normal child should live, but this is the life she has lived for as long as she can remember. Her aunt and uncle were always quick to remind her what she was to them and Dudley, too, as he grew older, started to copy his parents. She was told repeatedly that she was not a normal girl - she was a freak, a good-for-nothing slave - who should be grateful for what little scraps they were willing to give her, or punishment would find her.

To Skye, this is a normal day… little did she know that this day was the day when some of her heritage would show its ugly head.

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The morning while Skye was preparing breakfast for her relatives, her Aunt Petunia decided to surprise her with an extremely important dinner meeting between Uncle Vernon and his boss and the boss's wife. Everything needs to be perfect or there will be dire consequences. So, in essence, this was a normal day for Skye.

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After Skye was done with her daily chores, around seven in the evening, when she finally went to her cupboard to retire as per usual, she was exhausted but knew that she would have to do everything again tomorrow as it was her life.

It took her up to two hours to get some sleep after a hard day of work, but this did not last.

Vernon Dursley was seething mad as he ripped open Skye's cupboard, startling her awake. A scream ripped from her as she saw her massive red-faced uncle towering over her.

A seething Vernon quickly advanced on her - towering over her small form, wanting to make her pay for the loss of his promotion.

"This is all your fault!" He screamed at Skye.

'My fault, what is my fault?!' Skye thought panicked as she tried to retreat to the corner of her cupboard after all this was not the first time that he had taken his anger out on her and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last.

"You ruined my only chance for the promotion - you little freak!" He screeched at her.

"I'll show you little freak just what you deserve" - He said as he began to remove his belt and undo his trousers while having an unholy sadistic gleam in his eyes.

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'The evening dinner must not have gone well,' she thought, - 'He is going to punish me because of it, as always.' Skye concluded. She just hoped that he wouldn't beat her too badly. She was not sure if she could endure another beating like she received yesterday.

He let his pants fall to the dusty floor of her room and reached for her. Skye had never seen her uncle so enraged before, and she was terrified.

"Now you will earn your stay here, you little whore." He spat at her with so much loathing and hatred that could raise a demon from hell.

The look in his eyes was something that made you think that Skye was the prey, and he was the predator about to break her. This look was the final straw - something just snapped within Skye. She was not the prey. She was born as a predator, a hunter, and this lowly human is nothing but a meatsak to feast on.

In his rage-lust-filled approach, Vernon Dursley never saw the changes taking place with Skye. He never saw the predator in her - stalking the shadows, instead of the weak, frightened girl she was a few moments ago.

Even the changes in her body were hidden in the shadows. Her shoulder length raven - black hair shifted to a fiery blonde mane-like hair, her ears changed to that of a lion cub and a lion-like tail grew from her well-named tailbone, her fingernails grew to a claw-like feel and look and finally, her eyes changed from emerald green to gold with green and silver flecks - all in all she looked like a lion/human hybrid.

Vernon was so caught up in his plans for punishment that he never noticed Skye lunging at him until it was too late.

"Your little bitch…" - His shout was cut off by her claws as it tore through his neck and bone leaving Vernon without his head.

Surprised at how easy it was to kill one of her tormenters she soon became mesmerized by the amount of blood within his body. She finally relished that she was no longer a prey but a powerful predator. She could now keep herself safe from people like her uncle but also knew that she could no longer stay here.

"VERNON!!!" shrilled Aunt Petunia Dursley

She was so caught up in her thoughts that the shrill voice of her Aunt brought her out of her daze, she swiftly turned to the source of the scream ready to defend herself if needed but the look of horror on her aunt's face brought Skye up short, never in her wildest dreams was this look directed at her.

Skye suddenly felt weak at the knees, while her stomach clenched with the taste of blood still in her mouth as she remembered that she had actually killed someone - never mind that it was her uncle who never treated her with any human decency - she now believed that she was nothing but a monster - she was told from a very young age that she was a worthless freak, so it was easy to believe she was a monster. Skye knew she had to deal with all this self-loathing and hatred she was feeling, but not now - now she needs to run and never return.

Her instincts were screaming at her to run, to get as far as possible from here and as fast as possible. She knows that she should probably kill her aunt too, but Skye could not bring herself to do it - she might have hated Skye, but she never hurt her as Uncle Vernon did. Skye also knew what it was like to be without parents and she did not want Dudley to experience that - Skye was not a cruel person, she is a very kindhearted person and Dudley was not bad - he would only act cruel to her when Vernon could see, otherwise he just ignored her.

The urge to leave was now becoming unbearable, so she gave in to it. Skye swiftly turned and ran. Her speed reached previously unknown heights as she sprinted through the dark house. Skye had always been fast and agile by nature, but now this unbelievable feeling of being free has increased - her running always had such an effect on her.

She runs through the front door - smashing it with her newfound strength by accident. Landing on the lawn of 4 Privet Drive - she was momentarily stunned at her strength and the fact that she did not have any scratches or injuries when she crashed through the solid wood front door.

It was then that her instincts became more pronounced as she started hearing the police in the distance - so she ran, giving into her more primal needs, knowing that it would keep her safe and help her cope with what she had done for now.

Not knowing where to go - she just ran away from London and away from the lights. All she knew was that she would be safe for a bit in the forest, so she ran into the wild.