Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Hiya guys! This is my first take on a time-travel fic, featuring, of course, the Potter Twins. My other story, "Behind Those Emerald Eyes" feature my own character, Alex, as well. Feel free to check it out if you're curious about her, but this story can still stand for itself.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; it all belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers Inc. However, I do own Alex.

Pairings: Tom Riddle Jr./Alex Potter, mentions of Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Blaise/Daphne and Past!Alex/Theo

Warnings: Language, Character Death, Adult Scenes, False Twincest, Sadism

It was pure and utter chaos.

There was no other way to describe it.

Curses soared violently through the air, thick clouds of smoke rose as vivid flames burnt down walls and towers. Seventeen year-old Harry Potter could only watch, his chest tight with anguish as the once magnificent castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the place he had called their home for almost seven years, was reduced to nothing but rubble. But as his eyes dragged over the battlefield, the pain grew, and his guilt seeped through his bones at the bodies that laid scattered and motionless on the pavement. They had lost so many.

Remus, who had been killed by Dolohov, and Tonks, who had been taken out by Bellatrix were one of the firsts to go. Alex had been devastated at the death of her godfather — much like he had been when he lost Sirius. He felt horrible that unlike him, she had no time to mourn for someone she had considered a father to her, besides Snape.

Then there was Fred, who had been crushed by a brick wall after an explosion; George was hit by a stray killing curse. Molly and Arthur died together with Percy after they had reconciled, all at the hands of the Carrow siblings. Countless of his friends had been caught in the crossfire as well: Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Colin and Dennis Creevey, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Alicia Spinnet, Neville Longbottom...

And Ginny... his Ginny had been mauled by Fenrir Greyback. He had asked her to marry him, after the war was over. He had been overjoyed when she accepted, but now...

"HARRY!" someone yelled, but it didn't sound like Ron or Hermione - if they were even still alive.

He turned, only managing to meet Voldemort's evil red eyes, when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around him tightly. Alex.

...

Alex threw spell after spell, blood and sweat trickling down her forehead, and bile rising up her throat when a jet of green light whizzed just by her ear. She was exhausted, and her head was pounding. When the Horcrux inside them had died, her mind link with Harry had been severed, but that didn't stop her from trying. Alex hissed when a slicing hex struck her right arm. Their luck was quickly dwindling, and so were their numbers. The guilt was also slowly, yet surely driving her mad.

Her friends were dead because of her.

The first to go was Blaise, who had returned from Italy to help them fight in the war despite his family being neutral. Daphne, who had been her first friend, was hit with a Sectumsempra while fighting by her side. Many Slytherins, in fact, had turned to their side to help her and paid dearly for it: Marcus Flint, Adrian Pucey, Terrence Higgs, Astoria Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, Tracey Davies...

... and Theo.

Alex choked back a sob at the thought of her boyfriend — well, ex-boyfriend now. He had taken a dark spell that had been aimed for her when her back was turned.

Even Draco Malfoy, who she had formed a hectic, unstable friendship with since the end of their third year, had gone against his father after his mother had been killed.

Harsh, insane laughter reached her ears, making her blood run cold. Voldemort. There was no mistaking it. The bastard was the reason everyone she loved had died, why her home was destroyed. She wanted the Dark Lord dead, so much that it scared her. Every fibre of her being radiated hatred for the snake, and she wanted nothing more than to rid him from the world.

She had easily spotted his bald, pale head amongst the destruction, towering behind a figure with messy black hair and raised his wand.

No...

Alex bolted towards her twin, ignoring how much her legs ached, the blood from her cuts mingling with dirt and her sweat, and seeping through the fabric of her shirt. It seemed like everything was in slow motion, and she could see the tip of Voldemort's wand glow an eerie green.

"HARRY!" she called out to him desperately.

Harry turned to meet the end of Voldemort's wand, just as Alex's body slammed into his, her arms wrapping around him tightly, shielding his body with hers. There was a bright flash of green as the killing curse engulfed them both. Alex felt herself falling, Voldemort's mad cackles slowly becoming deaf to her ears as her world blurred, and everything went black.

Alex's eyes fluttered open and winced. The light was almost blinding, and painful. But as her vision had finally cleared, she had to blink again. Everything was white — and she meant everything. It didn't look like she was at Hogwarts anymore, so where was she? Where was Harry?

Her hand automatically reached for her wand in her pocket, only to find it missing. Her brows furrowed.

"Confused, my dear?"

Alex turned. There before her stood a beautiful woman. Her bright amethyst eyes contrasted brilliantly with her fair skin, long auburn hair falling elegantly down to her waist. Her brilliant white dress clung to her well-shaped bust and hips, the skirt flowing down to her ankles.

Laughing at the Potter girl's stunned expression, the woman strode towards her with magnificent grace and stopped in front of the seventeen year-old. She was much taller than Alex, and stared down at the teen.

Then, Alex's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Who are you?"

The woman chuckled. "My dear, I am Fate. And I am here to offer you a second chance."

"Second chance?" Alex choked when realization dawned, "Y-You mean I-I'm —"

"Dead?" Fate sighed, "I'm afraid so, my dear. But alas, it is not yet your time to go. You see without you and your brother, darkness has taken over your world without any good to balance it out."

"Voldemort won." Alex whispered brokenly.

"He was not meant to win, my dear." said Fate. "You see, there is what I call a soul bond. Where there is good, there will always be an evil counterpart; where there is light, there will be darkness lurking. One cannot simply exist without the other. So far, there have only been five true soul mates in existence, all beginning from Merlin and Morgana."

"Then what does that have to do with me?"

Fate gave her a pointed look, smiling knowingly. Alex's eyes widened in sheer horror.

"No... No way! Voldemort and I are s-soulmates?" she squeaked. "NO! I refuse to believe it!"

Fate chuckled, "It would have been either you or your brother, but I'm afraid he already had his counterpart."

"Who?"

"I believe you know Draco Malfoy."

Now, Alex was really at loss. Harry... and Malfoy? Soulmates? Oh, gross! The image would forever haunt the depths of her mind. That was something she did NOT want to picture!

"You see, my dear girl, not everything is set as stone as one may believe. Your choices determine your fates. You and your brother were chosen to be Tom Riddle's counterpart, but it was not determined who. After your brother had refused young Malfoy's friendship, whereas you had accepted, another soul bond was formed between them." explained Fate. "That is why I cannot send him."

In a twisted way, she supposed that it did make sense. But really, Harry and Draco?

Alex bit her lip. She wanted to set everything right, but she didn't know what she needed to fix. Voldemort was a loveless being who only desired power, and would go out of his way to get it, and that included killing her and Harry and countless others who fought with them. "Then if what you're saying is true, then why did Voldemort win the war?"

"There was another soul bond, one that did not turn out as I had planned it." said Fate. "Grindlewald and Dumbledore." Alex sputtered at this. "Albus Dumbledore was not as light as I anticipated. While his intentions were meant to be for the greater good, fame and glory had changed him. As you mortals may say, 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions'."

"But Dumbledore —"

"Was willing to risk your life to rid the world of a dark wizard he had intentionally created." snapped Fate, but then her gaze softened as it rested on the frightened girl. "I'm sorry, Miss Potter."

She felt betrayed. Dumbledore, the man she had looked up to since she was a mere eleven year old, had used her. Sure, there were times when Alex thought the man to be mad in some way, but he had been her hero. It just shows how foolish she had been, mindlessly following orders of a man who never even explained things to her, purposely kept her and Harry in the dark about everything. Now, Alex knew why.

"You must know, that there would be nothing that could stop the darkness lurking in Tom Riddle's soul." Fate hastily continued when Alex opened her mouth, "However, you can stop him from falling to the brink of insanity, and splitting his soul."

"If it will save them all, then I'll do whatever I can." Alex whispered determinedly.

"Then, I wish you luck." Fate smiled sadly at the girl, and lifted a hand. Suddenly, Alex felt as if all the wind was knocked out of her, and she collapsed, eyes bulging, chest rising and falling rapidly onto the floor. The world began to spin around her, blurring into a mass of unsightly colors... and pain came crashing down on her.

It was worse than the Cruciatus. It was as if her bones were shifting breaking from the inside, crushed, piercing, prickling onto her flesh. Alex screamed loudly, drowning out the voice desperately calling her name.

I know it isn't much as of yet, but it's only a prologue anyways. What do you guys think? Should I really continue this story? Please review and tell me what you think!

~Cassandra