What if James and Lily Potter were hiding something about Lily's pregnancy? What if Harry had a twin that no one knew about? What if Voldemort tried went to the Potter residence to kill both kids that night? What if the two twins have the same scar, just in different places? What if...the twins were in different Hogwarts houses? Phoenix Minerva Potter is the youngest Potter twin that survived that one fateful night. When she ends up at Hogwarts one night, Professor Dumbledore realizes that she has practiced magic, somewhere and somehow, but she hasn't been sorted in a house. That night, she gets sorted. Everyone knows what to expect, and the Sorting Hat has the same conflict with the youngest twin that it did with the eldest. The answer shocks everyone. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS. THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE WONDERFUL J.K. ROWLING.

Ashleigh was depressed, she was starving, she was hopeless. But today she had something to be happy about. She was interviewing One Direction! It's going well until Louis takes a fascination for the girl in the baggy top with the tired eyes and sad smile.... ( WARNING: themes of depression, self harm and eating disorders ) I cannot stress enough that this book is centred around self harming and eating disorders. If you feel you are easily triggered in any sense please do not read. Stay strong. Started: 12 APRIL 2016 COMPLETED: ------------

It was so cold, I could feel the bits of snow covering my body, as I laid captive in the cold. Sheet of soft, white blankets camouflaged the bushes and trees in the wonderland. The animals and insects were covered in the ice that kept them frozen in place, like puppets on a shelf. There were no flowing stream of water; they were frozen into a misty blue, icy surface. I had no memory of how I got here; I was with my mom and dad eating dinner. On a Friday, we were talking about our day and how we should plan a family vacation. That was it and now I'm in the forest that seems to be frozen in time. I pulled my legs into my chest and dug myself deeper into the winter snow of the ground. Thinking that if I were to burrow, maybe. Just maybe I could keep the heat from leaving my body. I pulled over my hoodie and shrunk my face into the scarf that was covering my mouth. My breathing was deep and long drawn, trying drastically to find warmth; white air came from me to the air of the cold. As the fearful winds pounded me, deeper into the hole and shifted away pieces of the snow that was around me. Slowly, my mind started to drift off. This wasn't good; I tried to keep my eyes from closing into asleep that would have been endless. But there was no use my weak, shivering body fell asleep, before I could even fight. And dreamed. Dreams are something you are battling that your mind plays on you to figure it out. Like a game that ends the way you make it. When you lose you can only blame yourself, and cry for something only you know because it's your mind. Your dream. Your... "Do you want to live". A voice swayed into my dream. "Or do you want me to leave you here". I knew I was dreaming, but am I dreaming in a dream. Is that even possible? Maybe it's just a voice made by my subconscious giving me someone to talk to. I don't want to be alone. So with the strength I had left I uttered, in a voice so quiet it was more of a whisper. "Please help me".