History remembers Harry Potter. But they forgot her.
Ivanna Rose Potter never mattered-until a broken battlefield and a Time-Turner hurled her into 1976.
Now, she stands at the dawn of Voldemort's rise, armed with knowledge that could change everyt...
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Awkward.
That how she felt.
Awkward.
She stood in the girl's dormitory, her gaze anywhere except the other two girls in the room who were staring at her with eyebrows raised and eyes squinted skeptically.
"Nice dorm," She commented, offering a smile to the blonde and the brunette, who were sitting on their beds.
No response.
"Who are you and what are you doing here? This is our dorm," The Blonde asked, crossing her arms, glaring at the girl.
"Marls that's rude, I'm sorry about her."
The dreamy voice made Ivanna's smile drop, reminding her of the echo of the sweet voice of her close friend, Luna.
Ginny, Luna and her had been close, that was until war happened-Ginny and Ivy had gotten into an argument. The Weasley girl had been forbidden to fight in the war and when the hazel eyed girl had seen that despite the barrier set for Ginny, she had joined the fight. This made ivy march up to her and demand her to go back to where it's safe, a conflict broke out between them. While the two were indulged in their own war, the blonde had tried to be the voice of reason, trying to get their heads back in the game while it worked but in a different way than she thought. A flash of green light was all it took, the blonde fell to the ground, her usual watery blue eyes turned to ice. The quiet that followed was a deafening void, a painful absence of sound that seemed to amplify the tension. The silence after a verbal storm that follows, a vacuum of sound stretching like an endless desert, swallowing their words whole.
A sob broke out in the atmosphere, breaking Ivanna from her temporary paralysis as she watched her friend fall to her knees next to someone that once used to be the rose in the garden of thorns. That was all it took for her to crack, despite another crumble of her heart, the raging fire inside her roaring, at that moment it didn't matter how much blood she spilled, it was not the time to be sorry.
"Hey, are you okay?", A voice snapped her from drowning in the sea of her thoughts.
Ivy looked up, her chest aching a bit as her breathing became quite uneven. She sucked in a breath and calmed herself down before forcing a smile on her face.
"Yeah, I'm good, just zoned out for a second," She forcefully tainted her voice with cheeriness.
The brunette smiled, "No worries, I'm Alice Fortescue by the way."
Alice Fortescue, later known as Alice Longbottom, wife of Frank Longbottom and mother to Neville Longbottom, driven insane by the cruciatus curse by Bellatrix lestrange.
