A/N: I'm not making money from this. This is J.K.'s world, I'm just playing in it.

Alexandra Miller was by no means a restricted patient. She had been staying in the hospital for nearly three weeks after the car crash, with severe wounds to her chest and legs, but that had not stopped her from using an electric wheelchair to create havoc all over the hospital, and pranking the nurses and doctors who worked on the terminal patients, hoping to brighten the last days of her fellow patients. She had turned twenty only a month before she went into delayed cardiac arrest on the night of June 17th 1993, and passed on before the doctors could reach her.

Alexandra sat up with a gasp. The last thing she knew she had slipped into sleep in her bed in her London ward. The room she was in was rather small, with white walls and furniture. She sat in a small camp bed in the middle of the room, wearing black jeans and a red sweatshirt that was a size too big for her. She sprung out of the bed with energy she didn't know she still had after the accident and padded out of the room on barefeet.

She closed the door behind her as she entered an empty corridor, still all white, with no doors on the walls. To her right was a dead end, so she followed the corridor left, and found that her room had been the only door she had seen. After walking through a maze of corridors, she stopped in front of a brown door with a label on it that read Dispater. She took a deep breath and steeled her nerves, and reached out to knock on the door.

A small man with rosy cheeks and a sharp suit answered the door and grinned up at her pleasantly.

"Alexandra Miller, I presume?"

He reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could answer, tugging her into a cosy office with filing cabinets against the walls dominating the space. A mahogany desk sat in the centre, with two chairs either side of it. "Yes, that's me, sir." She replied, sitting on the nearer chair, while Dispater took the high backed chair on the other side.

"Wonderful, wonderful. Now… let me see… died of cardiac arrest on June 17th 1993, in St Bartholomew's Hospital in North East London." He muttered to himself as he flipped open a brown file sitting on his desk. Alexandra blinked. "Excuse me sir, did you just say, died?"

"Yes, dear, why else would you be here? My name is Dispater, I am the Celtic god of the Underworld, and you, missy, have caused me a great deal of trouble." He looked fondly at her. "But no matter! You're here and we're fixing it now, so, let's get down to business."

At this Alexandra opened her mouth to apologize, but the little man- no god carried on talking regardless.

"I'm sorry to say, dear, that there's been a terrible mix up. You weren't born into the right world. There are many different worlds that co-exist, and one of those is the Wizarding World. If you will allow me, I would like to implant the memories you were supposed to have into your mind. They will explain the basics of the Wizarding World, and then we will talk about your life."

Alexandra scoffed. "Sure, there's such a thing as magic. Well, go on, then, I won't stop you from doing your supposed 'mind magic'."

Dispater shook his head in amusement, and reached out to touch her forehead with his right hand. As soon as contact was made, she was thrown back in her chair as a flood of information entered her mind.

Hogwarts. Ministry. Gringotts. Ollivanders. Wands. Transfiguration. Apparation. Floo. Pureblood. Muggleborn. Dragons. Triwizard. Minister. Ancient and Noble Houses. Gryffindor. Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw. Slytherin. Voldemort. Death Eaters. Dumbledore. Grindelwald. James. Lily. Sirius. Remus. Pettigrew. Harry.

When the barrage of information stopped, her eyes flew open and she began to pace back and forth in the office.

"So all of this is actually real? And I have to go there? I'm never going to see my family again, am I?"

The rosy cheeked god shook his head sadly.

"I'm afraid not, my dear. But there are sacrifices we all have to make, and this is one of yours."

Alexandra sat back down again, her head reeling. She pushed aside thoughts of her family, and focused on what Dispater had said before. "What is my part in this?" she asked, looking up after a lapse in conversation.

"You were supposed to be born a Potter- Alexandra Lily Potter. The House of Potter is one of sixeen Ancient and Noble Houses: Abbott, Avery, Black, Bones, Bulstrode, Fawley, Flint, Greengrass, Longbottom, Macmillan, Nott, Parkinson, Prewett, Potter, Rosier and Selwyn.

Now, James and Lily, as you know were being hunted by Voldemort so that he could kill them and their infant son, Harry. On the night he murdered them Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and Remus Lupin were also killed. Sirius was disowned by his mother when he was sixteen for various reasons, and had no love for his family, so he wanted to pass the line on to Harry. James and Lily thought that the Headship of two Houses would be too much, so he named you Heir. You were eight at the time. You had been living in France with your parents your whole life- they had gone into hiding as soon as you were born.

"You attended Hogwarts in the year 1984 under a false name, sorted into Gryffindor, and when you graduated after achieving many accolades including Prefect, you took up a two year curse breaking apprenticeship in the north of France. You travelled with your mentor for two years, and after becoming a Master cursebreaker yourself, you have just returned to Britain to claim the Potter Headship.

"If you will allow me, I will give you those memories now."

Once more he placed his hand on her forehead, and this time she saw a rush of faces and places.

Her parents- blue and grey eyes and warm hugs, her father's deep laugh and her mother's bright smile. Cousin James with eyes identical to hers and his friend Sirius who could turn into a dog for her toddler self to play with. Remus who helped her turn Sirius blue when she was five. James teaching her to fly when she was six, Sirius putting a Beater's bat in her hands and showing her how to swing. Eventually red-haired Lily, who let her play dress up and laughed kindly at her accidental magic. Then no more James, Sirius, Lily, Remus. Gone. Her parents, attacked and then dead. Her aunt and uncle, their house by the sea, their protectiveness. Speaking French. Then Hogwarts- Gryffindor, Charlie Weasley with flame coloured hair and Sienna Bell with deep chocolate locks. Detentions, pranks, lessons, McGonagall and Flitwick, her favourite teachers. Beater on the Quidditch team with her two best friends. Etiquette lessons from Mum, finance and business from Dad. Prefect. OWLs. House Cup. Quidditch Cup. NEWTs. Graduation. Apprenticeship- Sebastien Martinez and his booming laugh and quick wit- Russia, India, America, Italy, Egypt. Travelling the world. Master certificate. Harry- she had to get back to Harry.

When she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to find her face wet with tears, and her body still heaving sobs. The losses of James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and her parents felt very fresh, and she wept for them. When her eyes dried up, Dispater handed her a handkerchief, and rubbed her shoulder.

"I'm sorry that it felt so realistic, but another part of you went through all that. There's more for me still to cover, so you might want to start writing this down, because this is where it gets complicated." He explained, pushing a leather bound journal and a fountain pen towards her.

"Don't worry, if anyone other than you or those you key into it opens this, it will look like basic curse-breaker notes."

She quickly accepted the journal, and opened to the first blank page, looking back up at Dispater, who had gotten off his chair and began to pace.

"When you wake up, the first thing you must do is go to Gringotts. First withdraw money from your vault, number 476, which you've inherited from your parents. Don't worry, you have a huge amount of money there so you can fund your war campaign. After extracting money, ask to meet with the goblin in charge of the Potter finances. First, ask to claim temporary Headship of the House of Potter until Harry comes of age. When the magic accepts you, unseal the wills of James and Lily. Through your Headship, the goblins will discover that Sirius named you his Heir, and you will inherit the Headship of the House of Black.

"After this has been established and you wear both Head rings, ask to see the list of properties owned by both Houses and have the wards updated on all of them to the best of the goblin's abilities, no expenses spared.

"From there, I suggest you outfit yourself with appropriate robes for the Wizengamot, and then pick up Harry when the residences become available. From there, you will begin his training. I suggest going over first and second year material first, get him checked out by a Healer, then begin third year material."

Alexandra had been scribbling away furiously as the god spoke, ignoring her mammoth hand cramp, and nodded as she finished up. "Basically, go to Gringotts, money, House of Potter, House of Black, pick up Harry, choose a house, Healer, train. I think I can do this!" she grinned, pushing her hair back from her face.

"Good, my dear, very good. Now comes the harder part. You cannot trust Dumbledore. He has been raising Harry like a pig for slaughter, putting him in almost constant danger for the past two years, and he has been stealing from the Potter vault, sealed James and Lily' s wills and allowed Harry to be physically abused as a child. He wanted a malleable hero to defeat Voldemort and die so that he could assume power in the aftermath.

"Also, you cannot trust Molly, Ron or Ginny. Molly is working with Dumbledore to ensnare Harry for Ginny to marry, and will resort to dosing him with potions if not stopped. Ron and Ginny are being paid by Dumbledore to get close to Harry, Ron actually is incredibly jealous of Harry's fame and wealth. Ginny just wants the money and Harry all to herself. She's developed an obsession with him after being read bedtime stories about him and then the Chamber fiasco made it worse. You have to get him away from those three. The rest of the Weasleys are fine; Bill, Charlie and the twins will prove useful allies."

Alexandra sighed. I can't believe it. Dumbledore? Molly? How could she do something like that? I know her, I've stayed at her house- her second child was one of my closest friends? I suppose Dumbledore knew that Harry would be there alone, and if he could get Molly to draw him in, it would ensure a train ride with Ron and a friendship! Gods, how could they? She broke away from her thoughts as she began to shake with rage. "I understand, sir. I'll look after him." She promised.

Dispater smiled and sat down. "It's almost time for you to go. I'll be able to contact you in your dreams, and we will talk about whatever we've missed then. By the way, I've not given you your wand, I thought I'd leave you that experience to enjoy." He winked, and took her hand.

"When you wake up, you will remember your muggle life, as well as the past twenty years of your magical life. I think that as you spend more time there, your Muggle life will fade further and further and you will immerse yourself into wizarding life. This could happen quite quickly, so be prepared. One last thing, dear- try to enjoy yourself."

Alexandra smiled and nodded at the god, who began chanting in Celtic. Where their hands were touching, a bright white light appeared and grew steadily hotter and hotter, and as Alexandra was about to cry out, the white light expanded and she knew no more.