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A/N: Dear Readers; Harry Potter was born July 31st, 1995 in this story; so don't get confused. And the story begins in the year 2009.

Prologue:

Lily Potter was branded numerous identities in her thirty-four years of life; a daughter, a sister, a friend, a witch, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother, and a professor.

During her childhood, she was the daughter of Harold and Rose Evans, the twin sister of Isobel Evans, and the younger sister of Petunia Evans; she was then labeled to be the Golden Child since she could do no wrong, was stunningly gorgeous and immensely talented.

During adolescent, she was visited by Professor McGonagall who would be later known as her Head of House; she was discovered to be a Muggleborn witch, sent off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven, sorted into Gryffindor and the best friend to three of her roommates; Marlene McKinnon, Alice Prewett and Mary MacDonald. During her seven years studying at Hogwarts, she was known as the smartest witch of her year, regardless of her parentage. During her sixth year at Hogwarts she became the girlfriend of prankster extraordinaire, one of the most popular boys at school and one of the five richest families from the Wizarding Community; James Charlus Potter, Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter.

She graduated with honors and a few months later, James proposed, making Lily, Lady Potter. After Hogwarts, James and Lily joined the Order of the Phoenix, firmly establishing themselves to the Light Side, fighting to end the war proclaimed by the Dark Lord, Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. At the age of nineteen, Lily was with child and a mother at twenty.

A prophecy was then made about her son, Harry Potter and at the age of one, he defeated the Dark Lord who stole into their cottage at Godric's Hollow on Halloween; he cast the Killing Curse which rebounded, hailing the toddler, the Boy-Who-Lived.

Yes; Lily Potter was branded many titles in her thirty-four years of living: a daughter, a sister, a friend, the Golden Child, a witch, a Muggleborn, a Gryffindor, the smartest witch of her age, a girlfriend, a wife, Lady Potter, a mother, a godmother, mother to the Wizarding World's Savior, Professor Potter …

However, no one ever imagined Lily Potter in a bad light, because she was too compassion, kind-hearted and honest. But as Lily Potter stared down at the vial filled with a certain memory of her son's on the coffee table at Potter Manor, she knew her darkest secret was about to unfold.

Who knew Lily Potter was immoral; yes, Lily Potter did an unforgivable action, one night fourteen years ago, and no matter how much she argued with herself late at night while her husband and son were fast asleep, she couldn't ignore the fact … Lily was immoral and sinful; she would go through desperate measures to keep her domestic life perfect.

We all know the story of Harry Potter; how he vanquished the Dark Lord on Halloween night, year 1995. How he was hailed the Boy-Who-Lived; how his scar was a renowned famous icon that distinguished the Savior of the Light. But there had been a well-kept secret; there was somebody else in the nursery that night … a three-year-old girl named Athena.

Who is Athena you may ask? Athena is the name of a gorgeous, breathtaking and confident girl that could unravel Lily Potter's darkest secret and tarnish her perfect image she spent decades honing.

Curse of the Doppelgängers

"James, where is your daughter?" Albus desperately implored James Potter to speak the truth.

Growling, James forcibly disconnected eye contact with every occupant in the room, shame enveloping him and threatening to consume his very being, and the back of his eyelids burned with tears that would inevitably spill.

It has been two weeks since Harry Potter escaped the Third Task with his life hanging by the thread, thankful that he had reached the Triwizard Cup first since it had been a portkey leading to a graveyard at Little Hangleton where he was forced to participate in the ritual to bring Voldemort back to a corporeal form.

Although Harry escaped, Voldemort wasted no time in gleefully informing him with utmost smugness that his whole life had been nothing but a lie; people had been praising him, worshipping him, placing their faith on him to rid the Wizarding World of the Dark Lord Voldemort … and it had all been misplaced. Seven years of being trained by his father and godfather, Aurors James Potter and Sirius Black, Head Auror Alastor Moody and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore had all been for naught.

But the memory was witnessed in the pensieve and the truth was glaring at them loud and clear; Harry Potter was not the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry Potter was not the child who defeated him that Halloween night at Godric's Hollow.

The Order of the Phoenix was currently congregated at Black Manor which had been protected by a Fidelius Charm; the children were all segregated in the upstairs bedrooms waiting for the quarrelsome meeting to come to its end.

"I told you for the umpteenth time Albus! I. DON'T. KNOW!" James roared slamming his hand on the table to relieve his fury; his daughter, Athena … the daughter he ceased all contact with ever since that dratted Halloween night, SHE was the one that defeated Voldemort, the Light Side's only hope. And she was missing.

Lily shook her head, denial the main emotion on her face, "James, Albus, Voldemort is messing with our heads. He's causing pandemonium, trying to catch us off guard. Harry defeated him. It's Harry. It's always been Harry."

"Where have you been lass? Did you not view the same memory we did?" Alastor growled; years spent training the wrong child aggravated the war veteran greatly and he was in no mood for the chit's denial.

"But, but, Athena is a squib. You said so yourself," Sirius said, his handsome face the perfect picture of bewilderment.

Remus shook his head in confusion, "I don't understand. I babysat for her once a year before that Halloween night, and she levitated her stag plushy into the air. I saw it!"

"M-Maybe that night, when Voldemort attacked, maybe her powers abandoned her. Yes, yes, that's it! She probably lost them that night due to the backlash of the Killing Curse!" Lily shrieked, grappling for any excuse to cover the truth; her deepest, darkest secret must stay buried!

Before anybody could retort to Lily's ridiculous claim, a bright light shone in the middle of the conference room causing shouts and yelps to fill the room. The highly trained witches and wizards immediately had their wands deftly drawn, readying themselves for a fight while shielding their eyes from the blinding light.

Once it had dissipated, a woman could be seen in a regal stance, sharp hazel eyes acknowledging each member in the room. Only one word could describe her … she was, ethereal. With thick ebony hair cascading to below her waist, dark caramel skin with an oval face, sharp cheekbones and an angular chin; she was dressed in the purest white gown they had ever seen; in other words, the woman looked like she had dropped down to them from heaven.

"My apologies for startling you all and for interposing your sequestered gathering," she dipped her head in apology; she had a soprano voice and the connotations in which she spoke were very archaic.

"May we inquire who you are?" Albus asked politely; the lady didn't seem to be a threat. Contrary to the Headmaster's belief, the paranoid Head Auror had his misgivings and growled, "I say we tie her up first, check for any hidden weapons and then ask questions. She could be a Death Eater or a spy!"

"She has no Dark Mark," Nymphadora Tonks retorted in exasperation.

"I am not of this world, Alastor Moody. I am, to put it bluntly, dead," the woman smiled softly, as though conversing with spiritual beings were an ordinary occurrence.

"Dead?" Alice Longbottom squeaked, one hand covering her gaping mouth, while the other clutched her husband, Frank's arm in a tight grip.

"I have been sent from the Other Side to fix a grievous sin plotted by one of your own," if anyone noticed her hazel eyes glaring daggers into Lily's skull, then nobody uttered a word; Lily however, paled drastically and clutched her chest in fear.

"What do you mean, my Lady?" Albus asked at once, his sharp blue eyes flickering over to Lily in a mixture of doubt and confusion.

"I was christened the name, Ayana; born during the Middle Ages in Northern Europe before traveling to the New World for a better life, one of peace," the woman, Ayana spoke in mystical tones, forsaking to answer Albus' curious question.

"New World? Middle Ages? You, you died over, a-a thousand years ago," Marlene McKinnon-Black gasped, prompting many members of the Order to stagger backward in shock.

"Oh yes," Ayana smiled before replacing it with a grimace, "I spent century upon century forced to watch as my descendants and the universal population of human race and supernatural beings cause many errors, and destruction in their wake. I was given the purpose in educating you and possibly lend you aid with your current situation."

"Athena? You, you know where she is? Is she, is she okay? Happy?" James choked out, many emotions passing through his visage, desperation being the main one.

Ayana's facial expression morphed gravely, "I am sad to say that Athena's Fate has been written in stone, James Potter. Athena lived a life of ecstasy, sorrow, grief and love; however, she has many obstacles in her path, grave and colossally dangerous obstacles that she must succeed."

"What does that mean?" James growled, fear striking his heart.

"Is she the one who defeated Voldemort fourteen years ago?" Albus was the only person brave enough to demand the answer to that particular question that has been haunting them for a fortnight.

"I am afraid so, Albus Dumbledore," Ayana said, and she sounded pained to admit that fact. "She cannot help you. Not until Fate has dealt her the final blow."

"You mean … until she dies?" Sirius choked out; Athena was his goddaughter, but ever since Harry became the Boy-Who-Lived and she was sent away, he, like James had lost all contact with her.

"Yes … and no. I am here to present you with a book about Athena's life. It shall begin three months from now. It is crucial that you understand what you read. I will present you a list of names; only those on the list can be included in the readings," Ayana said solemnly.

"What has books got to do with anything?" Lily snapped rudely.

"Do not speak Lily Potter. I have no patience in entertaining your vicious conceptions," Ayana snarled, and for once, they witnessed her as the fierce and powerful being that she was. "These books shall aid you for the future. Before Athena could assist you, you must be aware of the perilous difficulties she is to face. I will be visiting you between intervals. Blessed Be."

As sudden as the mysterious Ayana appeared to them, she disappeared; the Order could be seen gaping like fools at the very spot she stood in shock and awe. Albus was the first to jolt out of his trance to pick up a book that appeared in his line of vision and cleared his throat.

"Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, James & Lily Potter, Frank & Alice Longbottom, Sirius & Marlene Black, Remus Lupin, Fabian & Gideon Prewett, Arthur & Molly Weasley, Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ronald & Ginevra Weasley, Harry & Jasmine Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood. These are the names given by Ayana."

"This is ludicrous Albus. I say we continue training Harry," Lily snarled vehemently.

"NO."

The Order turned around at the familiar sound of Harry's voice and was shocked to, not only see him, but the rest of his friends appear behind him.

"How much did you hear?" James sighed knowingly, pinching the bridge of his nose; his son was a prankster just like him and Sirius, and reveled in breaking rules.

Neville glanced sheepishly at his parents, "Since, uh, that lady, Ayana appeared."

Lily's eyes beseeched Harry, "Harry, sweetheart, -"

"No, Mom! I'm tired; so bloody tired. I recently discovered I have an older half-sister, that she was the one who defeated Voldemort all these years, that my whole life has been a lie. I've been training hard to defeat the psycho for when he finally returned, and FOR WHAT?" Harry ranted, breathing heavily toward the end; let it be known that Harry inherited his mother's vicious temper.

"I say we read the book. We've nothing left to lose," Remus said calmly, ignoring the betrayed look on Lily's face. "We'd be fools to ignore a warning from a dead spirit, especially one that came to offer us much needed help."

"Yeah," thirteen-year-old Jasmine piped up excitedly as she ran over to James' side, "I want to read about my big sister."

Albus jovially clapped his hands, "Very well. Let us all congregate in the living room and begin."

A/N: I know this isn't much. The idea popped into my head and I had to give it a go.

I haven't seen a reading the book for The Vampire Diaries, and so I thought … why not? It's something new, something different. Now it won't be like canon obviously; and if you are confused over who Athena is and what Lily did, be patient, everything will be revealed as the story evolves.

Let me know what you think! I am currently writing the next chapter.

R&R.