*three months later*
The left for just a few minutes.
They weren't gone very long.
Just a few minutes while Alice stayed at the house.
Those few minutes were long enough for tragedy to strike.
Just long enough for the man of nightmares to come and get revenge.
You may think this man goes by the name of Voldemort but, he is still deformed at this point.
The man is known as Peter Pettegrew.
The man who betrayed the Potters.
The man that destroyed their lives.
Harry and Alice had been getting along very well. They were the best of friends. They were almost as close as the twins were.
Now she was gone.
No more late night snacks.
No more girl vs boys quidditch games.
No more brother-sister bonds.
No more sisterly love that no one else can give.
Alice Potter was dead.
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What Should Have Been
FanfictionJames and Lily Potter. When you hear those names, you think of the tragic death of two great wizards that happened on October 31st, 1981. You think of the Boy Who Lived. You think of a great wizard with a not so great start. But, what if James and L...
