Bound By Blood (Freed By Love)

Chapter 2: The wrong twin

-Date: October 9th 2011- location unknown, England - time 22:00 pm- set at night--Pov: harry potter, 18-

(Key)

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

~flashback~

Harry tries to run away as Voldemort grabs him. It is the third task of this stupid death game that Dumbledore and his parents force him into, and Harry is not having a good time. Voldemort sneers at him and yells, "WHERE IS THE GIRL, POTTER?" Harry is confused. "What girl?" he says, but Voldemort ignores him and apparates them right into the Quidditch field. They approach the stands (more like Voldemort drags Harry to them) where everyone screams, runs, or gets ready to fight. Voldemort puts a shield over himself as he throws Harry over to his parents. His mother, Lily, is crying as she makes sure Harry is fine, and his father, James, is making sure Voldemort is not coming for seconds. Voldemort turns to Dumbledore as they begin to fight. Spell after spell flies as they scream at each other. "WHERE IS THE ONE THAT DEFEATED ME, DUMBLEDORE?" Voldemort yells as they keep fighting.

Everyone stops and freezes, except Dumbledore and Voldemort, who keep fighting. Though everyone's minds are filled with thoughts like 'What does he mean?' and 'What about Harry, isn't he the one?'

"Your fight is with me, not Harry," Voldemort interrupts Dumbledore. "THE GIRL, ALBUS, THE TWIN OF THE BOY," Voldemort yells as Dumbledore gets an 'Oh shit, I messed up' face, and Harry turns to his mother. "I have a twin?" he asks as his mother looks heartbroken. "Yes, but she's dead. But why is Voldemort asking if she's dead? He would have known," Lily says as she cries. "You killed her, Volde-" Dumbledore starts.

"LIES, she lived. I can feel it, after all," Voldemort laughs. "We are equals. As soon as she was born, we were marked to defeat each other, no matter who dies." Voldemort laughs again. "But...YOU HID HER. YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU HAD THE RIGHT ONE, BUT NO. So you will suffer, just because you threw away your only chance to win because you ignored the signs that her brother wasn't the one." Everyone in the stands gasps as they look at the Potters. Harry is just looking confused as Lily looks at James sadly. "This can't be true. You saw her. She was dead....wasn't she, James?" Lily cries as her husband looks back at her. "Albus told me it was the right thing, you must rem-"

"NO, JAMES! OUR LITTLE GIRL IS ALIVE AND YOU HID THIS FROM US. HOW DARE YOU!"

Voldemort laughs as he apparates away, leaving them to fight. Their fighting is good for his cause. Now, it is time to find the female Potter brat and kill her once and for all or make her his queen. Currently, the Order is scrambling to find Jasmine Potter, and the other Potters are at war with each other. Lily is seriously considering divorce at this point. Remus and Sirius are looking frantically for their long-lost goddaughter and are furious at James for keeping this from them. They had mourned their goddaughter while James knew she was alive.

Wizarding Britain is really burning here. Let's see what Jasmine is doing...

~date: same date~

~Setting: night, place: rural New York, America, time: 22:00 (10 o'clock)-

-Pov: Jasmine price, 18-

(Key)

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

~flashback~

A woman with red hair sat on a rooftop, her rifle pulled tight as she watched a car speed down a driveway below. A voice came through a microphone, an older woman's voice asking for her status. The woman prepared to take the shot, but before she could pull the trigger, she was shot in the head by a woman on a higher building. The taller woman had short red hair and brown eyes, like driftwood in water. She pulled her hand up to press the button on the mic and said, "Just killed the target. What's up, Laswell?"

Laswell sighed, "I miss when you were polite, anyway, your dad wants you back to the base, and you have paperwork to do."

"AW MAN, I fucking hate paperwork," Jasmine groaned.

"No buts, miss. Just get your ass back here," Laswell said firmly.

Jasmine sighed and started to leave, not realizing she was being watched by one Mundungus Fletcher, who apparated away like the loyal rat he was.