There was a girl. She was a witch. She was a friend. She was an older sister. She was the love of a wizard's life. Her story wasn't the most popular after the Second Wizarding War. It wasn't the victory story of Harry Potter's or the defeat of Lord Voldemort. She wasn't known for being the smartest witch in her class or the meanest witch in school. She was popular and loved, but there was one wizard who constantly found his way into her mind. She was his heaven in the midst of a living hell. History may not have remembered her story the way it truly happened. It may not have remembered that she was Harry Potter's childhood friend, or the oldest sister of the Parsons family. It may not have remembered the way she seemed to know each person who passed by her or the way she could turn the mundane study sessions in a common room into a lively party. But those around her knew. There was a girl. Her name was Alice.
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