I forgot to put this up... So, this is a mature story. Very dark, disturbing. Mentions of mental illnesses, PTSD, torture, sex things (I am not writing lemons... yet), and lots of arson.

It all started with Cedric's death.
She was 14.
And Dumbledore expected her to face a madman.

She was stuck at the Dursley's, listening to the muggle news hidden in a bush.

The Daily Prophet called her a liar, an attention seeking harlot.

She was 14.

Dudley taunted her about her nightmares. She pointed her wand at him. The dementors arrived and she was told she was being expelled. That she would have a trial.

She was 14.

Mrs. Weasley treated her as a young child. Always telling her to do this, to clean that, never once truly listening. It frustrated the young teen to the point of hiding away, losing herself in the library that no one else but Sirius could enter.

That was where she found the book. It was old and dusty, but radiated power in a way that drew her to it. It felt Dark, but she didn't let that stop her. She was 14. And she was trapped in a war. So she would be damned if she didn't take advantage of all possible ways to survive.

It had a leather binding, with gilded pages and a lock on the front. And in faint, golden letter it read on the cover-

"The Warlocks Compendium of All Hell Magiks"

When Sirius saw her with the book he didn't stop her, instead charming it to look different. He didn't approve of Dumbledore's pacifist ways, and if it helped her survive he didn't care. He did tell her to not read it around Moody, who thankfully wasn't in Grimmauld Place that often. She would study late into the night, ignoring Hermione's soft snores with ease.

When Fudge tried to bully her into losing her wand, she snapped, seeing the Death Eaters she had named sitting there in the audience, all of them smug and wishing to sentence her. To bring her to their master as a sacrifice.

She was 15. And Celosia Eve Potter had finally snapped.

A week later, the Daily Prophet had huge headlines, practically screaming of the death of the Flint Family, their manor burned to rubble with an unknown fire that burned hotter than Fiendfyre and smelled of sulfur.

And Celosia smiled, a devilish little glint in her eyes.

Okay, so this is going to be an ongoing drabble series/fic. I'll update whenever, no schedule for it. This is a crossover, but y'all have to guess what it's crossed over with! :3

I hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment if you did!