It was quiet. Too quiet. Had they already lost? Had Voldemort already declared his victory? If so, she better not move, lest she be spotted. Leila Potter lay there with her eyes closed, holding her breath and trying her best not to move. Her body felt stiff. Her arms felt heavy and her head ached. She supposed that's what usually happened to a person when they stepped in front of a Killing Curse. That was the last thing she remembered. Stepping in front of a bloody Killing Curse with Harry. If she had to fulfill her prophecy, she was certainly going to do it her way. But how was she alive, breathing, and in pain?

Slowly, Leila opened her eyes. She expected to see the Forbidden Forest with the crowds of Eaters and Voldemort. She expected to see the light from spells being hurled at the castle and those defending it. Never in a million years would she have anticipated the sight before her. It was too contrasting a sight from the last time she had opened her eyes. Before her was a welcoming bedroom decorated in Gryffindor paraphernalia, Holyhead Harpies gear, and frames of moving photographs. There was what looked to be an armchair similar to those from the Gryffindor common room in a corner. A desk, bookshelves, and a wardrobe lined the walls. This space looked comfortably lived in and it looked almost exactly like what kind of bedroom Leila desired.

Paralyzed by the unfamiliarity of her surroundings, Leila took it all in. Beads of sweat perspired on her forehead and her breathing became unsteady. She supposed she should have known she wasn't where she had thought she would wake up. She wasn't lying on the cold, hard ground. Instead, she was in a rather comfortable bed. There were no sounds from the raging battle. It was silent. Almost too silent...aside from the ringing in her ears. Perhaps it was a trick? A ploy? Perhaps Voldemort had done something to her and altered her state of mind? She glanced around the room for a sight of something familiar. Something that might give away the deception and bring her back to reality. But she found nothing.

Leila managed to sit upright on the bed when a ginger flash of hair flew up from the end of the bed and said, "Boo!" Needless to say, Leila screamed at the top of her lungs, backing herself into the wall behind the bed, knocking a photograph from the wall. The glass smashed against the floor

The brown eyes of a little girl with ginger hair and freckles, who standing at the end of the bed, widened in horror. She screamed in return and raced out of the room calling, "Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!"

Leila began to panic. Whatever the hell this was, Leila needed leave...and she would likely need her wand in order to do so. She lifted the pillows. Drat. It wasn't there. Leila threw the blankets from her body and searched the bed. She always slept with her wand. Always. Especially since she had been given her wand back. It wasn't in the bed with her, nor was it on the bedside table.

She forced herself to her feet. Her body ached from the movement and her head throbbed, but she forced herself to search the bloody room for her wand. She needed it before someone else came in for her. If she could get the wand she might be able to Apparate...or in the very least, defend herself. Leila felt wobbly on her feet and the room seemed to spin But she needed her wand...and fast.

There was a gentle knock at the door. Leila turned to see who it was and she froze. Standing in the doorway was a woman with long ginger hair and bright green eyes. Concern was clearly written over her face, but there also seemed to a certain warmth. The woman looked like an older version of her mother from the pictures in her photograph album. "Leila," the woman said gently as she crossed the threshold and walked toward Leila.

Once again, Leila screamed as she bolted to the other side of the room as fast as she could. Her body was still in pain. But the woman in front of her couldn't possibly be Lily Potter. Lily Potter had died in Godric's Hollow many, many years ago. This person had to be an imposter. "Get away!" Leila hissed. "Get away from me, you-you Death Eater!" Leila began to pick up books from the bookshelf behind her and throw them at the woman.

The older woman's eyes widened in horror as she dodged the books Leila hurtled her way. But she didn't charge at Leila. Nor did she pull a wand out at Leila. She didn't even yell at Leila. Instead, she turned toward the door. "James!" she called loudly. "James come quick! I need your help with Leila."

There was a distinctive popping sound from someone Apparating and suddenly there was a man, who looked an awful lot like an older version of James Potter and he standing behind Leila. Leila tried to throw a book at him, but he was quicker than she was. He wrapped his arms around Leila and held her tight. Leila began to flail to try to get away from him. He tried to kick and beat against him. But he just held her tighter.

"Let go of me!" Leila seethed. "Let go!"

"Sweetheart, calm down," the man who looked like her father said calmly. "You're going to hurt yourself."

Leila continued to fight, but he continued to hold her tightly. Tears were streaming from Leila's eyes. After everything that had happened, she wouldn't play fool to another ruse by Lord Voldemort. Not again. The man whispered calm reassurances to her to get her to settle down, but Leila continued to fight. After all, that was what she had been molded into...a fighter.

There was another popping sound and the woman reappeared. Leila hadn't even seen her disappear. But she was now coming toward her carrying a goblet of something. "Leila, darling, please drink this. It will help you calm down."

"No!" she hissed in pain. "I won't take it. I won't!" She had lived long enough in the stupor of calming draughts. She wasn't about to take another. The woman looked startled by Leila's words, but she also seemed to look at her sympathetically. And then the woman did something she wasn't expecting.

The woman gently placed her hand on Leila's cheek and looked her in the eyes. Leila was startled to see that up close the woman's eyes matched her own perfectly. Noticing that she had Leila's attention, the woman softly breathed Leila's name. She then began to hum. Hum a song that Leila's mother used to hum to her when she was a baby. A song Leila had heard played many times by her music box.

Leila's bottom lip began to quiver as emotions began to overwhelm her. She stopped fighting and started crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Seeing Leila's change in demeanor, the woman set the draught down and quickly rushed to envelope Leila in her arms, who was still being held by the man who looked like her father. Only, his grasp of her had changed. He still held onto her tightly, but his embrace was much more gentle.

Leila wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing. Neither this man nor this woman seemed to be doing anything to harm her. Just the opposite, in fact. They seemed to be trying to help her. Why would Death Eaters do that? To get her to trust them. Tears still stinging her eyes, Leila hissed, "Who are you and what do you want from me?"

The look on the woman's face looked pained as she slowly backed away. "Leila," the man behind her said, his tone was very disappointed.

"It's alright, James," the woman said, her brow furrowed. "Some memory loss was to be expected." The woman looked at Leila and sighed. "Sweetheart, it's me, Mum."

Leila shook her head. "No, my-my parents are dead."

The woman shook her head and grabbed Leila's hands and held them in hers. "No, we're right here, sweetheart."

"No! You're Death Eaters!"

The older woman's brow furrowed. She knew she needed to play to Leila's logic in order to win her over. In order to calm Leila down, she needed her to see reason. The woman placed her hands on Leila's cheeks and looked into her eyes once more. "Leila, if we were Death Eaters, wouldn't we have used some sort of magic against you by now? They would have bound you magically, not have your dad hold onto you. They would have used some sort of spell to knock you unconscious. Your father and I both have our wands and we've only used them to Apparate in here...to help you."

Leila chewed her bottom lip. The woman did have a point. She had never known a Death Eater to forgo a magical opportunity, aside from Draco...but that was different. None of this made sense. Why impersonate James and Lily if Leila knew them to be dead? How had they been able to transform into James and Lily if they had been dead so long? Had some of their hair been left somewhere? If so, this was a cruel, cruel joke.

Suddenly, Leila's head began to throb. Leila closed her eyes and screamed, her hands tightly clutching her head. She would have fallen to the floor, had the man not been holding onto her still. Memories began to flash through her head. Memories of number four Privet Drive, Hogwarts, the Burrow, Malfoy Manor, the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, Diagon Alley...Harry, Draco, Ron, Fred, Hermione...they flashed so quickly, like a broken film reel, and then everything stopped.

Leila could see Dumbledore standing in front of the Black Lake in the boathouse at Hogwarts. A boat was floating in the water beside him. He was standing with herself and Harry. Well, a version of herself. It was strange to see herself. Was that really what her hair looked like? But Leila tuned into the conversation they were having because this scene seemed awfully familiar.

"What if we decide not to go back?" Harry asked.

"Well, Harry, you say we're at King's Cross?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded. He then turned to Leila. "And the Hogwarts boathouse?" Leila nodded her head. Dumbledore softly smiled. "I'd say if you decided not to go back, you'd be able to board the train...or the boat, so to speak."

"And where would it take us?" Harry asked.

"On," Dumbledore responded.

Leila hugged her brother and whispered an apology to Harry before she stepped into the boat. She hadn't gone back with Harry. She had decided to move on rather than return to the raging battle.

Dumbledore then looked directly at Leila, not the Leila standing next to him. But the Leila watching. "You made your choice, Leila. You moved on. Do not squander the opportunity you have been granted."

Leila's eyes flashed open and she gasped. The room began to spin. Her mind was suddenly flooded with memories. Memories that didn't belong to her entwined with her own. She held her head once more, screaming in pain. Somehow after she had gone on, she had ended up in a universe where her parents were alive. It was too much to process. So everything faded into darkness.

Author's Note: First, thank you to those of you who read this. I really appreciate it. Second, this is based off my Leila Potter series. I think this should be enough to get you through if you've only read the rewrites. I will flash back to things if I need to. Third, I am writing this for me. It is for fun. Please don't bash it. It is fanfiction after all.

Side note: I do have another account. January Lily. I write for a ton more fandoms on that account. And Leila's early years story is on there. So, go check out if you want.

I will keep this story of Leila's on this account, but that is the only thing from this account that will be updated.