Summary: Being a younger sister is hard. It is even harder when you are the younger sister of a legend. And yet harder when you are also part of the legend. Being the younger twin sister to a good person is the worst. Because then you can never hate them for being the only one others see. Not truly. To clear somethings up, I am Alisia Esperanza Potter. Younger twin sister of Harold (Harry) James Potter. The second part of the Twins-Who-Lived. The Girl-Who-Lived. The Girl-Who-Lived-to-be-overlooked-by-the-wizarding-world-because-she-isn't-a-boy. AU/Time-travel/alternate demensions

A/N: All outfits are on my profile.

A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world. I only own Alisia Esperanza Potter (Pronounced: Ah- li (like lick the i sound) sea - ah Ess- per- ahn - za Potter)

Reviews are always appreciated!

Rating: M

Word Count:6, 814

Now Betad by: ShadowHunter19

Prologue

Being a younger sister is hard. It is even harder when you are the younger sister of a legend. And yet harder when you are also part of the legend. Being the younger twin sister to a good person is the worst. Because then you can never hate them for being the only one others see. Not truly.

To clear somethings up, I am Alisia Esperanza Potter. Younger twin sister of Harold (Harry) James Potter. The second part of the Twins-Who-Lived. The Girl-Who-Lived. The Girl-Who-Lived-to-be-overlooked-by-the-wizarding-world-because-she-isn't-a-boy.

I know.

It's a bit of a mouthful. That's why I usually just stick to Alisia.

I am not being completely truthful though. I get my fair share of attention. Just not from the people I want it from. I couldn't care about the rest of the Wizarding World. All I ever wanted was to have and hold the attention of my godfathers. But that wasn't happening. My godfather, Remus, was best friends with our dad. Harry looks like our dad, so Remus gets caught up with hanging out with him.

My other godfather, Severus, hated our dad. They were schoolyard enemies. It should come to no surprise that he hates my brother for being a carbon copy of him. And since they were my dad and brother, and Harry likes to snark back, the resentment, hate and loathing was thus...transferred over to me.

Sucks, but I got used to it.

Until my godfather (Severus), sacrificed himself for me.

Yeah.

You heard me.

If you are not a Muggle, then you probably know everything that happened to my brother and his two friends. The Golden Trio. The Golden Three. You are probably familiar with the events of their 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7th year at Hogwarts. I wasn't a big part of those stories.

Nope.

Not at all.

All I did was keep my brother alive, thus ensuring he could save the rest of the world.

No biggie.

So, as I was saying.

My godfather died for me.

This is where the story splits from what you know. Severus Snape did not die in the Shrieking Shack at Voldemort's feet. He was a Potions Master. The youngest ever at 19 until I came along and won the title at 13. I did it to impress him and make him proud. It only served to infuriate him. He saw it as me taking away his one, true accomplishment in his life.

So...that plan backfired.

But as I was saying. As a Potion Master, Sev always had potions on him. As a spy, the potion count quadrupled. He was a Slytherin and always thought ahead. As such, he had whipped up an antidote to Nagini's poison ages ago. All it took was retreating behind his Occlumency shields to block out the pain, open his bag of goodies and swallow the correct potion. He rested a moment, and then he was on his feet.

If he was as smart as I knew him to be, he would have left. Pretended to be dead, set up a place in Bora Bora and lived the good life. But he didn't, and now he's dead. Now, I will never get to proved to him how different I am from my father. How alike I am to him. It hurts. Big time.

Ever since I had come to Hogwarts, all I wanted to do was make him look at me. At me. To see me. Not my father or my brother.

With shaky hands, I turn him over, brush his hair back and kiss him on the forehead.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, a tear rolling down my cheek to splash on his face. He is gone. I am never going to banter with him. He isn't going to assign anymore ridiculous detentions. He is gone. And I am never getting him back.

Laying him down gently, I raise my wand and cast a spell. Slowly, his body begins sinking into the ground and green lily's spring up over his grave and around a large tombstone engraved with the words:

Severus Tobias Snape

9, January 1960 - 2, May 1998

A faithful friend,

Amazing Potions Master

and

godfather.

May he rest in the peace he truly deserves.

Holding back a sob, I rest a hand on the tombstone before turning and walking away. I numbly head to Hogwarts. As I walk the grounds, I notice fallen members of both Hogwarts and the Death Eaters. I make an effort to not look at faces.

I can't handle loosing anyone else right now.

I speed up to the castle. The courtyard is crowded with Death Eaters and Hogwartians alike. Confused, I push through the crowd. Finally breaking through, I stiffen with shock. Harry is standing tall. Shoulders thrown back, robes open revealing torn and dirty clothes underneath, his emerald green eyes are narrowed with a righteous fury, his hair sticking up wildly. His pose screams anger, loss and determination. His eyes reflect an inner peace. He looks powerful.

I follow his wand to Voldemort. His bald head is a sickly white, red eyes narrowed with anger and disbelief at what he is hearing.

"I don't want anyone else to help." Harry says loudly, his voice firm and steady. And in the total silence, his voice carries like a trumpet call. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me." Voldemort hisses.

"Potter doesn't mean that!" he says, his red eyes wide. "This isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"Nobody." Harry says simply. "There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good..."

"One of us?" jeers Voldemort, and his whole body is taut and his red eyes stare, a snake about to strike. "You think it will be you, do you? The boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?"

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?" asks Harry. They are still moving sideways, both of them, in that perfect circle, maintaining the same distance from each other, and for Harry no face existed but Voldemort's. "Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?"

"Accidents!" screams Voldemort, but still he does not strike, and the watching crowd is frozen as if Petrified, and of the hundreds in the Hall, nobody seemed to breathe but the two. "Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!"

"Like my sister?" Harry asks. His voice shaking with pain and fury. My eyes widen with shock. Harry thinks I am dead.

"Yes." Voldemort hisses. "She was weak. She deserved to die!" Harry flinches and I decide enough is enough.

"Oh really?!" I ask loudly, strolling into the middle. Harry and Voldemort whirl around, shock widening red and green eyes. Relief and disbelief washes over Harry's face and I grin.

"How?" Voldemort whispers and I smirk, my eyes never leaving Harry's.

"You know us Potters! Stubborn and never doing what we are supposed to! I figured...why start now?" I shrug and pull out my wand (12 inch, Ash/Beech/Cedar with the core of a Thestral hair; it has a vein of silver that wraps around the hilt and in a single spiral all the way down to the tip of my wand where a single emerald carved to look like a serpent with it's mouth open rests.) I face Voldemort and feel the reassuring presence of my twin by my side.

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight." Harry states as we circle, and stare into each other's eyes, greens into red. "You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people!" Harry gestures to the crowd.

"But you did not!"

"Actually he did!" I shoot back. "I felt it. For the longest minute in my life, I was the broken half of a twin. He died and he came back. You wanna know the funny thing?" I taunt him. "Harry didn't have to destroy his soul to do it!" I announce triumphantly and Voldemort gives a wordless hiss of anger.

"I meant to die, and that's what did it. I've done what my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?" Harry asks, a glint in his eyes.

"You dare!" Voldemort begins.

"Yes! I dare." says Harry. "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?" Voldemort does not speak, but prowls in a circle, and we know that Harry is keeping him temporarily mesmerized at bay, held back by the faintest possibility that my twin might indeed know a final secret...

"Is it love again?" asks Voldemort, his snake's face jeering. "Dumbledore favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter! And nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?"

"Just one thing." says Harry, and still they circle each other, wrapped in each other, held apart by nothing but the last secret. I clear my throat and Harry glances at me. "Well, two. I know my twin loves me enough to help me destroy you. And what one person cannot do, I have no doubt two can."

"If it is not love that will save you this time," Voldemort asks, "you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?"

"I believe both." Harry says simply and we can see raw shock flit across the snakelike face, though it is instantly dispelled; Voldemort begins to laugh, and the sound is more frightening than his screams; humorless and insane, it echos around the silent Hall.

"You think you know more magic than I do?" he says, madness in his blood red eyes. "Than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?"

"Oh he dreamed of it," Harry says, "but he knew more than you. Knew enough not to do what you've done."

"Exactly." I tilt my head mockingly. "He didn't want to become a freak like you."

"You mean he was weak!" screams Voldemort, anger fueling his words. "Too weak to dare! Too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!"

"No, he was cleverer than you," says Harry, "a better wizard, a better man."

"Not without flaws." I add. "But he genuinely cared about the survival of our world. Regardless of what he did as a child with Grindlewald." The crowd erupts in to whispers that a quick glare silences.

"I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!" Voldemort screams.

"You thought you did," Harry tells him seriously, "but you were wrong." For the first time, the watching crowd stirs as the hundreds of people around the walls draw breath as one.

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort hurls the words at Harry so as to hurt him. "I have seen it, Potter, and he will not return!"

"Yes, Dumbledore is dead," Harry states calmly; though I can feel the turmoil in his soul, "but you didn't have him killed. He chose his own manner of dying, chose it months before he died, arranged the whole thing with the man you thought was your servant."

"What childish dream is this?" Voldemort asks, but still he does not strike, and his red eyes do not waver from Harry's.

"Severus Snape wasn't yours," Harry says calmly and I flinch. "Snape was Dumbledore's. Dumbledore's from the moment you starting hunting down my mother. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle?" Voldemort did not answer. They continued to circle each other like wolves about to tear each other apart. Silently, slowly, I move so that I am angling myself behind Voldemort. Harry's eyes meet mine as he continues to speak.

"Snape's Patronus was a doe," Harry reveals, "the same as my mother's, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children. You should have realized," he said as he saw Voldemort's nostrils flare, "he asked you to spare her life, didn't he?"

"He desired her, that was all," sneered Voldemort, "but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him." I clench my jaw as I lower my wand.

"Of course he told you that," said Harry, "but he was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threatened her, and he's been working against you ever since! Dumbledore was already dying when Snape finished him!"

"It matters not!" shrieks Voldemort, who had followed every word with rapt attention, but now lets out a cackle of mad laughter. "It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's, or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand!"

Reaching inside, I try to calm my mind.

"Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy! I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!"

I slowly sink deeper in my mind, Occlumency helping me.

"Yeah, it did." Harry nods. "You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you think what you've done... Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle..."

"What is this?" Of all the things that Harry had said to him, beyond any revelation or taunt, nothing had shocked Voldemort like this.

Suddenly, I reach it. My magical core, swirling with power. Filled with my magic. Greens, silver, purple, and black with slashes of angry red pulse with a captivating rhythm.

"It's your one last chance," Harry pleads, trying to give Voldemort a second chance, "it's all you've got left... I've seen what you'll be otherwise... Be a man... try...Try for some remorse..."

"You dare?" Voldemort asks, again.

"Yes, I dare!" Harry exclaims. "Because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle." Voldemort's hand trembles on the Elder Wand, and Harry grips Draco's very tightly. The moment, we knew, was seconds away. "That wand still isn't working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore."

"He killed-"

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die, undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!"

I slowly, reach out to my magic. There is a barrier. All my life, I have felt that barrier. I could manipulate it to some extant, but could never fully penetrate it. Now, I need to. Our lives depend on me being able to do this.

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice shakes with malicious pleasure. "I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against the last master's wishes! Its power is mine!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard... The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance..."

Voldemort's chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the curse coming, feel it building inside the wand pointed at Harry's face.

Desperately, I throw myself at the barrier. I push harder, but I only bounce back.

"The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy." Blank shock shows in Voldemort's face for a moment, but then it was gone.

"But what does it matter?" he asks my twin softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone... and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..."

I gather myself, and try again but again, fail.

"But you're too late," said Harry. "You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took his wand from him." Harry twitches the hawthorn wand, and the eyes of everyone in the Hall fall upon it.

Reaching out to my magic, I feel for a weakness. Searching, searching...for something, anything.

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it?" Harry whispers. "Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does... I am the true master of the Elder Wand."

With a blaze of understanding, I know what I need to do.

A red-glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above us as an edge of dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hits all of our faces at the same time, so that Voldemort's was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too yelled his best hope to the heavens, pointing Draco's wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The bang was like a cannon blast, and the golden flames that erupted between them, at the dead center of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green jet meet his own spell, saw the Elder Wand fly high, dark against the sunrise, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through the air toward the master it would not kill, who had come to take full possession of it at last. And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, right onto the sword made of pure magic in my hands.

Blood burst out of his chest with the tip of my magic. I could feel the slime of blood as it dripped onto my hand, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward.

"I told you once, and I tell you again." I whisper into the dying man's ear. "You don't fuck with my family." With a final twist of my sword, Tom Riddle hits the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort is dead, killed by his own rebounding curse and a magic sword.

Looking up, I find Harry, where he stands with two wands in his hand, staring down at his enemy's shell.

We have won.

The Light has finally won.

~-A-Future-Found-~

Waking with a gasp, I reach for my wands and throw myself to the side. Clutching my wands to my chest, I try to calm my heavy breathing, fear a constant in my veins. Huddled against the wall, I try to see if there is anyone in the room with me.

The room slowly brightens as the sun rises and I finally allow myself to relax and slump back against the wall. Slowly getting up, I get ready for my shower, shame over my freak out filling my heart with darkness.

Turning on the shower, I strip down and climb in. I rest my hands on the cool tiles and allow my head to fall back under the pounding warmth of the water. I roll my shoulders and feel the tension slowly seeping out.

5 years after the war and I am still freaking out over nightmare. It probably doesn't help that I have become an Auror. Ronald, Harry and I were going to do it together but Harry decided he didn't want to. After 3 years of training, Ron and I had been placed as a team. I still don't like him, but I no longer hold a grudge like I used to.

In the end, he proved loyal to my brother. Sighing, I shut the water off and climb out.

I towel off and slip on a robe before padding out of my room to my kitchen. After I finished the Auror training, I moved out of Grimmauld Place and got my own apartment. Reaching the fridge, I open it and pull out some fresh banana's, kiwi, pineapple, tangerine, and strawberry.

Setting those on the counter, I pull out a pack of tortilla's, olive oil, vanilla sugar, yogurt and cinnamon. Turning, I preheat the oven to 350 before turning back to the counter. Taking two tortillas, I cut them each into two pie/pizza shaped pieces. Munching on the leftover pieces, I brush olive oil on each side, sprinkle them with the vanilla sugar and place them on a cookie sheet. After sliding those into the over, I set the timer to 10 minutes and get out my smoothie maker.

I get out my orange juice, some carrots, and honey.

I pour half a cup of orange juice into the mixer, put in half a cup of chopped carrots, half a cup of pineapple, 1 cup of non fat vanilla yogurt and a tablespoon of honey. Making sure to put the top on, I blend that, pop open the top and add a raw egg. After mixing that, I get out two cups and fill them up. Setting them on the table out on my balcony, I go back inside and start chopping my other fruits into small pieces.

The timer beeps and I pull out the tortilla's. I cover them with the yogurt, and put pieces of the banana, kiwi, tangerine, pineapple and strawberry on them. That done, I drizzle honey over two and maple syrup over the other two. I sprinkle some cinnamon over the pieces and place two on a plate and the other two on another plate. That finished, I hurry to my room to get dressed. I slip on a black tank top with a wolf on it, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and a thin black over-robe. I run a brush through my hair, slip on two bracelets, my silver ring and attach my silver earpiece.

Right on time, a knock sounds at my door and I grin.

"Coming!" I shout and bound to the door. Yanking it open, I pull the tall red head into a hug.

"Nice to see you too." George mumbles into my neck. I pull back and smile softly at him.

"Well of course it is! Who wouldn't want to see me?" I ask teasingly.

"Ha ha." George says blankly and I roll my eyes.

"I made breakfast. It's out on the balcony." I take George's hand and we go outside. It is 7:30 and the sky is light pink, orange and reddish as the sun begins to rise. Seeing the food on the table, George turns and grins at me.

"Still trying to get me to eat healthy?" I shrug innocently and he laughs, shaking his head. I side down in the chair beside him as takes a bite. I smile as his eyes widen with how good it tastes.

"I told you I wouldn't feed you rabbit food." I tease and George snickers as he takes another bite. Following his example, I bite into my slice. I hum happily as the flavors burst on my tongue. Beside me, George laughs. I swallow and look at him, a smile on my face.

"What?" I ask and he grins.

"Nothing, just remembering days in Hogwarts. When you used to do that, it would drive the boys crazy." I shake my head.

"I can't help it! It's how I show appreciation of good food!" I protest and George out right laughs.

"Yeah, I know. But they didn't. They all thought you were just being a tease." I wrinkle my nose at him and he just laughs some more. I smile as I watch George laugh. It was a long time after Fred that George would so much a smile. It was wrong, seeing him without Fred, and with such a somber face. Everyday, my heart aches for his pain. I lost my twin for a few moments, so I have some idea of the empty hole he carries in his heart, but while I still have my twin, George doesn't.

Before the war, Gred, Forge and I were inseparable. We would prank the school and spread funny rumors. After the boys confided in me about the Map, we called ourselves SGM, Second Gen Marauders. We had to earn that title though. We officially earned it when we beat the Marauders record of pranks and didn't get detentions whiles still making sure everyone knew who had done the pranks.

It was the time or our lives. We spent hours together creating pranks and having fun. It still hurts, being separated from Fred. He was the third member of our group. We were unstoppable together. There is just an empty space with us when we hang around. But we can't stop. George and I cannot stay away from each other. We lost so much in the war, we just refuse to loose each other.

That does have the bad side effect of neither of us being able to keep a steady relationship with other people though. Without fail, our partners get jealous and can't handle the close bond George and I share. They can't handle me putting George first and vice versa. Once, after our partners breaking up with us on the same night, George and I got drunk and slept together. Neither of us were ready for such an intense relationship yet though, so we just chalked it up to being drunk and left it at that.

"Lisi!" I flinch and look at George.

"What?" I ask and George shakes his head, a shadow crossing over his intense blue eyes.

"How are you holding up?" George asks, his voice soft. I sigh and lean into him. I pull his arm closer to me and rest my head on his shoulder.

"It is getting harder and harder to chase after these Dark wizards. I don't know how much longer I can do it." I confess. George sighs and rests his head on mine.

"So quit. Come work with me in the shop. You and Harry are already silent partners." I shake my head. "So you are still going to do it? You are going to leave and go travel?" I raise my head and look George in the eyes.

"Come with me." I offer, but I know his answer before he gives it.

"I can't." I nod. I can't stay because the memories are getting to bee too much and George can't leave because he need the memories of Gred to keep going every day. Sighing sadly, I rest my head on George's shoulder again. He gently kisses me on the head and we sit and watch the sunrise; content as we can be.

~-A-Future-Found-~

"Alright. I'll see you soon, Lisi." George pulls me into a hug one last time, kisses my forehead and apparates away. Smiling softly at the affectionate kiss, I head inside. The only thing left for me to clean up (George insisted on washing the dishes) was the fruit, so I put some away, ate the last strawberry and threw that package away.

Heading into my room, I slip on a pair of black and silver buckled ankle boots, put on my black velvet cloak (Hermione gave it to me last Christmas, it has so many protection charms on it, I could probably survive a bombing with it on) and grab my trunk. My trunk has pretty much everything I own in it. It is similar to Mad-Eye's trunk. It has several 'rooms' in it.

I also have put my familiars in there. They each have their own 'room'. Nyx, my snake, has a warm beach/lake. Hope, my kneazle (she is a black, grey and white cat) has a woodland and Marauder has a forest. Marauder is a regius lupus. Regius Lupus is the product of two werewolves mating on the full moon. He is similar to a regular wolf in the shape, but regius lupus are bigger, smarter and far more lethal should they choose to be. Marauder has jet black fur and wise, golden eyes.

When he is getting ready to attack someone, his fur gets this blue-green tint to his fur. It can be pretty cool.

Glancing around one last time, I shrink my trunk, put it in my pocket and leave.

~-AFF-~

Around fifteen minutes later, I arrive at Andromeda's house. I knock on the door and hear a shout to come in. I open the door and enter the cosy home. When I reach the living room, an involuntary smile crosses my face. Harry and little Teddy are sitting across from each other. Teddy has his face scrunched up and his hair is slowly turning black and wild, like Harry's.

"No Teddy!" I shout dramatically. "Why would you want to look like him?" I point at Harry and Teddy giggles.

"Auntie Ally!" Teddy shouts and launches himself at me. Laughing, I catch the little guy and pull him close.

"Hey there, squirt." I kiss his head.

"Did you bring me something?" Teddy asks, his bright purple eyes look up at me and changing to blue in a second. I pretend to think and Teddy pouts.

"Why yes, I do believe there is something in here for you." I gesture for him to reach into my pocket. He pulls out a worm and jumps back with shock. I giggle and he frowns.

"Hey!" Teddy exclaims, I let out a loud laugh and Teddy grins.

"What did you bring me?" He asks happily, his hair turning a bright red. I glance around secretively and pull him close.

"The Ultimate Pranking Kit Number 10." I reveal in a whisper and Teddy frowns, eyes turning brown.

"There isn't a number 10 yet." I grin.

"Exactly." A wide grin spreads across his face and his hair turns pink.

"Wow! You got me one that hasn't even come out yet?" He asks, bouncing up and down. I nod and hand him the package.

"Wait! You can't open it here. That is only for pranking eyes!" Teddy nods and glances at Harry. He sticks his tongue out and races up the stairs.

"You spoil him." Harry says playfully and I grin.

"I have to, he's my favorite godson." Harry laughs.

"He's your only godson." Harry says, pulling me into a hug.

"All the more reason to pamper him." I say, giggling. "Ready to go?" I ask and Harry nods.

"Just let me go say goodbye to Andi." I nod and wait outside for him. I haven't told Harry I am leaving yet. This is going to be hard, considering I am leaving today. I am taking Harry to lunch to tell him. "Okay. Let's go." Harry holds out his arm and I accept as he apparates us to Diagon Alley. We land heavily but on our feet.

"Still haven't gotten the hang of it yet, have you?" I tease Harry and he scowls at me making me laugh.

"Ha ha." He says sarcastically. I giggle and hook my arm with his as we stroll down Diagon Alley. After the war, it took a while to restore the Alley to its former glory, but now it is just as it was when we first came here. Kids are laughing as the race down the cobbled roads, parents are chasing them with harried looks on their faces, it is peaceful. Harry and I attract some attention but after I contacted the Daily Prophet and did an interview explaining how we feel when we get mobbed, the Wizarding World has been a bit more considerate.

Now, all they do is nod in appreciation as we pass by them. I can see Harry's visible relief and I have to hold back a laugh. Facing a troll? No biggie. Slaying a basilisk? Bring it! Facing reporters and fans? He nearly wets himself.

"What?" Harry asks and my smile widens.

"Nothing. It's just a nice day." Harry nods and holds open the door to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Stepping inside, I breath in the flavors of the ice cream. "What flavor are you getting?" I ask Harry.

"Chocolate and Raspberry." I nod, already expecting the answer. "You?" I hesitate and look at the menu.

"The Marauder flavor." I state. In my third year (their 5th) Fred, George and I created our own flavor. It has the tang of orange, the sweetness of strawberry, the sour of lemon-lime and various candy treats. It gets two scoops of the ice cream, a scoop of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, chopped Chocolate Frog, crystallized pineapple, and if you are lucky (or unlucky) you can get acid pops, crushed bits of blood flavored lollipop, and even canary cream.

The ice cream is as chaotic as we were in school. It is a huge favorite of the school kids.

Harry and I sit down by the door and in a few moments, Mr. Florean comes out and hands them to us.

"Doing all right here?" He asks helpfully and I nod.

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Harry says, smiling fondly at the man. Mr. Florean blushes at being thanked by the Boy-Who-Lived and scurries away. After a few moments, Harry looks up from his ice cream. "So, why did you want to meet today?" Harry asks. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to tell him.

"I am leaving." I blurt out and Harry sits back in shock.

"What?" He breaths, staring at me with shock.

"I'm leaving. I want to travel a bit." I shrug and take a bite of my ice cream. I wince as I taste a grass flavored bean.

"What does that mean? When are you leaving? Why are you leaving?" Harry fires off.

"It means I have to leave before I break down. I am leaving tonight. And, I need to go someplace to heal." I reel off. Harry's face crumples a little and I hate the feeling I have let him down.

"I can help you heal here! We are the Twins-Who-Lived! We have all the help you need here!" Harry protests and I shake my head.

"No. I can't heal here. I need to get away."

"I thought you said you were better. I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong!" I snap angrily and get up.

"What in the bloody hell does that mean?" Harry asks, following me into the street. I whirl around and face him.

"It means you have been so caught up in forcing yourself to forget about the Battle, that you haven't noticed me suffering! Ugh!" I whirl around and back to the apparation point. People quickly getting out of the way when they see the angry glint in my eyes.

"You didn't tell me!" Harry shouts and I turn to face him on the apparation platform.

"I shouldn't have to tell you. You are my twin, you should just know." I inform him icily and apparate away. Harry lunges forward and grasps the sleeve of my robe. All of the sudden, as we are apparating, I feel a tingle start in my toes. A little worried, I wiggle them but the feeling spreads. Fear starts spreading through my chest as I realize the apparation should have ended already. Harry's hand tightens on my robes.

The tingling has reached my waist now and I try to look down. What I see scares me. From the waist down, my body is particles. Little bits of me have broken off. I glance at Harry, only to see the same has happened to him. I open my mouth and try to make a noise but nothing comes out. Frustrated, I reach for my magic, but I can't feel it. When I look down, I can see why. I have no body from the shoulders down.

My panicked eyes meet Harry's and I can see more of his body breaking off.

As my body breaks off leaving only my head, the pain sets in. I open my mouth and let out a scream.

We land with a thud and I am still screaming. I writhe on the ground, pulling at my skin. My pain mixing with Harry's and making it worse. My scream grows louder...and then it stops.

The pain is gone.

I slowly raise my head and meet Harry's eyes.

I let my head fall back and my eyes see the ceiling. I realize with a jolt, it is Grimmauld Place. I furrow my brow, but Harry always makes sure this place is clean and the ceiling is gross. I loll my head to the side and force myself to get up. I help Harry up and freeze.

My wide eyes meet those of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

The man who is supposed to be dead.

Frantically, I flick my wand into my palm and instantly have it pointed at the impostor.

"Who in the bloody fucking hell are you?!" I hiss angrily, Harry bristling beside me.

A/N: For those of you that read Everybody Lies, a few things in this story are similar. This is not what that story is going to end up like. Just think of this as a What if story on that story. Everybody else, enjoy and I hope you liked this chapter!