Alice Potter

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

It had been 8 horrible, heart-breaking years since my parents were killed. Dumbledore sent my baby brother Harry to live withour Aunt Petunia and her husband Vernon. It was absalute torture to see him go -especially to people like them- but Dumbledore told me it was for the best. I can't believe he sent Harry to live with them. I only met them once and it was only for a hour. A painful horrid hour. I wanted to leave before one of them even spoke. I feel so sorry for poor Harry but I'm not old enough to take care of him and Remus doesn't have enough money so the Dursleys were the only hope.

I went to with Remus Lupin, one of my dad's best friend as we as my godfather and I have lived with him eversince. We get on well and he tells me lots of stories about mum and dad when they were younger. Well the ones I don't know anyway.

However on my 19th birthday something terrible happened. A horrible accident that changed my life forever. I remember it well. The day I was killed...

*flashback*

I walked over to my parents graves with a bunch of white lilles and two red roses in my hands. I kneeled down and put one crimson rose on each of their graves. Lastly I put the lillies in between both graves as a symbol of their love for eachother. I looked at my fathers grave.

The exact same words I had recited so many times at their funeral. On his gravestone read: 'James Potter, a beloved father, a wonderful husband, a great son and an amazing friend. You'll be missed.' A single tear ran down my cheek as I remembered how cruly he was killed by a man -if he is a man- that cannot feel and cannot spare a single life because he has no heart. (Or nose).

On my mother's gravestone were the words: 'Lily Potter, A beloved mother, a wonderful wife, a great daughter and an amazing friend. You'll be missed.' More tears ran down my cheek as I remembered how I couldn't save her when I had a chance. I was so distracted that I could not save my own mother from death! I dispise Voldermort. Both my parents are dead just because he wanted Harry dead. Because he wanted an innocent one year old dead.

Suddenly the moment was destroyed by three wizards appearin, all of them wearin black cloaks and silver masks. I instantly knew who they were. Death eaters. I instantly stood up and took my wand out of my pocket. I pointed it at the death eaters.

"Expelliamus!" I shouted but they all ducked my spell at the same time. I went to say another spell as they were about to curse me.

"Expelliamus!" I tried again but once again it missed as they dodged it. I was about to throw another spell at them but before I could I heard a spell being shot at me.

"Crucio!" I ducked the spell just in time, sighing in relief as it missed me.

"Avada krevada!" My eyes widened in horror as the green light hit me dead in the chest and the last thing I heard before I was totally consumed by darkness was the laughing of the death eaters as they apperated away.

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I was dead right? But then why could I hear the voice of Dumbledore? Then why could I hear my heartbeat? Then why was I alive?

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