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A/N: Just my own twist to the story of the wrong Boy-Who-Lived. Who knows how this will end up?

Full Summary

Lily Evans Potter's love protected her children from Lord Voldemort's Killing Curse. But what if her love isn't strong enough against the powerful Dark Lord? Harry Potter is not the Boy Who Lived, he's just the Boy Who Survived. Having his soul ripped from his body, Harry now lives in none other than his twin sister's body, not knowing how the hell he's supposed to come back to his own self.

Preface

It was well past midnight.

The Forbidden Forest, bordering around the edges of Hogwarts, was as still as it could be. Gone were the thumping sounds of centaurs running through the Forest just like one Grace had gotten used to over the years. She strained her ears, trying to hear anything, she didn't even mind to hear the sound of Acromantulas crawling all over the place, which frankly, sounded like a heavy drizzle. But still, the Forest was as silent as a graveyard.

Keep going. I'll always be here.

"Yeah, as if you can go anywhere," she whispered back, receiving a throaty chuckle in reply.

No matter how crazy the idea sounded like, it was the voice inside her head that kept her going. So she went deeper into the mass of trees, stumbling on tree roots occasionally, with the voice telling her to keep going.

Her feet eventually led her to the cave leading to the Acromantula colony's residence. To her surprise, it was completely deserted of spiders. Assuming that the Death Eaters must have forced them out of there, she went past the cave and straight to the place where she, her brother, and a portion of Voldemort's soul, will die.

The red-haired girl slowly took off the Invisibility Cloak that concealed her. She stood on the edge of the clearing just beyond the other side of the cave and waited until Voldemort's red eyes met her hazel ones. Her heart was thundering against her ribcage as the lipless mouth twisted into a sinister smirk.

"I thought you would never come," he said in a cold, high-pitched voice.

"But here I am."

The Death Eaters laughed at her foolish bravery. The naivety of Gryffindors, they thought. Voldemort's smirk widened as he raised his wand and pointed it at her.

"Avada…"

This is it, then?

I guess so, dear brother. I hope we'll meet again, somewhere… somehow…

"…Kedavra!"

She braced herself for the impact.

The green ray shot out of the wand. The impact sent Grace flying backwards. The last image she saw was Voldemort, collapsing in a heap onto the cold ground.

Meanwhile, somewhere inside Hogwarts, in a room concealed behind a bookshelf in Madam Pomfrey's office, a boy with jet black hair finally woke up from his sixteen years slumber. He blinked several times until his piercing green eyes grew accustomed to the light. He tried to move his stiff joints having not used them for a long period of time.

Harry Potter wanted to save his sister who was still in the Forbidden Forest, amidst dangerous Dark wizards who sought to end her life. It was his fate to kill or be killed, not hers. Harry got out of the bed and tried to stand up, only to lose his balance and fell face-first to the floor.

'This was going to take a while,' he thought bitterly.

A/N: I know. Sue me for having a demented imagination.