29AN: Ok so for starters can I just say thank you for taking the time to read this as I sincerely appreciate it. Also can I just say that I am aware that I have other stories also being written at the moment that need finishing and please do not think I am just going to abandon them in favour of this, it's just that this fic wouldn't leave me alone so I felt compelled to write it. Also, this story has already been posted yesterday but at being called a thief, having a lack of creativity and being talentless well I decided I would edit the story so that people can't accuse me of plagiarism once again. Anyway, the same applies so please let me know what you think of this and if you have any ideas for the story or anything please let me know.
Summary: Months after the defeat of Voldemort Azalea Lily Potter is not adjusting well, consumed with the guilt over the loss of those she loves- Lea wishes on a shooting star for a second chance and what can fate do but obey. Transported back in time to the marauders seventh year, can she make sure the people she holds dear survive this time around? Sirius/Fem Harry, James/Lily. Rated T because I'm paranoid. I don't own anything, all rights belong to Jk Rowling.
I don't own anything, all rights belong to Jk Rowling.
Chapter 1:
Lea sighed as she gazed up at the endless black sky, taking comfort from the slight breeze that ruffled her black locks- it kept her grounded, reminded her she was still alive, still walked in the land of the living.
It wasn't supposed to feel like this she thought, she should feel happy, be bounding with joy and rejoicing the peaceful times that would be in her future now that Voldemort was dead but instead she felt…
Empty.
She may have defeated the darkest wizard of all time but at what cost? How many lives had been lost in her name? How many people would never again see their relatives, experience the light they brought to their lives? How many countless souls had been cast to the other side so she could live?
The answer- too many, and that was one of the reasons she couldn't let go, couldn't move on.
Lea glanced at the half built towers of the once formidable walls of Hogwarts and felt the familiar lump form in her throat.
The rebuilding of Hogwarts had not been easy and seeing the only home she'd ever known reduced to crumbling towers and piles of rubble had had more of an effect on her than she liked to admit.
Truthfully, Hogwarts had felt less like home ever since Sirius died in her fifth year and her already chaotic life had once again been turned on its axis.
Sure, Hogwarts was still her safe haven, her sanctuary, still the one place she felt she truly belonged but despite all the happiness she had felt within its walls- she could never forget the tragedy and heartbreak she had suffered through either. Could never forget all the people she had lost and despite not all of them dying there; the concept was the same and wasn't that what it always seemed to come down to?
Death? Destruction?
How could she walk the halls of her beloved school once again and not remember those who had come before her? How would Hogwarts ever again feel like home when the people who had once graced its halls now walked another plane and could never cause the mischief and mayhem they once did?
A sea of faces swam before her eyes and Lea turned back to face the black lake as tears made their way down her cheeks. A shiver ran through her as she thought of her two best friends, safely cooped up inside the walls of a half built Hogwarts- asleep and most likely dreaming of safer times. She wished she could be so lucky.
As if by magic Lea noticed something sparkling in her peripheral vision and upon noticing what it was her eyes widened imperceptibly.
A shooting star.
In all her eighteen years Lea had never seen one herself but she'd heard aunt Petunia telling Dudley all about them once, apparently you were supposed to wish upon the star and whatever you wished would come true- as a child upon hearing the story Lea had desperately wished to see one; to wish for a better life where she would not be cooped up in a cupboard nor beaten by her uncle. But alas she had yet to see one- until now that is.
Despite herself Lea closed her eyes, I wish things had been different she thought I wish I had a second chance to make things right to save those we love and as a single tear dropped soundlessly to the ground a grey swirling mist made its way over to the teen, encompassing her form and once it had cleared the dark haired witch was nowhere to be seen.
Lea didn't know how long she drifted in the endless black but during that period she felt something she had never truly experienced before…
Peace.
She was truly at peace and the Gryffindor found that for once she wanted to be selfish; she wanted to hold onto that peace and sail away in the dark ocean where time had no meaning, where she had no responsibility, no job to complete and nobody looking to her to fix their problems.
The world didn't seem to work that way though as Lea soon felt the stirring of consciousness but no matter how hard she prayed she could not push back the encroaching wakefulness and it was something she resented, had resented for as long as she could remember- the lack of control she had over her own life.
Eventually the silent battle was over and Lea opened her eyes to a place she knew all too well, the black lake.
The witch sat up and inspected the area, brows furrowed in confusion- did I fall asleep or something she thought but as she looked up at the glaring sun another thought occurred to her why had no one come to fetch her? Why hadn't Ron and Hermione?
At the thought of her best friends Lea frantically looked around but upon finding no trace of them the witch grit her teeth and began stalking towards the main doors, only to stop in her tracks as she saw a fully built Hogwarts, a Hogwarts she hadn't seen for a long while.
''What-?'' Lea gasped confused what the hell is going on?
Sufficiently rattled, Lea carefully made her way inside the building- looking around for any sign of life. There wasn't any.
Another step and she caught a flash of gold in the corner of her eye. Turning on her heel Lea was met with the sight of many plaques bolted to the wall.
Curious, the witch stepped closer to see what they were.
The words Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts glared at her from where they were printed in silver on the gold plaque but it wasn't that which caught her attention it was the date 1976, that wouldn't have worried her too much though if not for the fact it was the last plaque on the wall and shouldn't that be impossible because surely there should be more of them- ones that read the right date.
Panicked, Lea spun around and came face to face with the end of a wand.
''Who are you and what are you doing here?'' the stern faced witch asked, body rigid and lips tight.
''Professor McGonagall'' Lea gasped ''It's me, Lea.'' At seeing the expression remain on the head of house's face the witch took one step forward ''you don't- you don't know me?''
''Don't move'' the professor snapped and raised the wand higher, as if on instinct Lea thrust her hand into her robes for her wand only to grasp thin air, what the- where the hell is my wand? The witch thought and then startled as she felt a cold hand grab her arm.
''You're coming with me'' the witch growled and began dragging the teen down the corridor. As if in a daze Lea studied the witch next her- there weren't as many lines on her face, her hair wasn't as streaked with grey and she didn't look as worn as she did the last time Lea had seen her.
It worried her. A lot.
''Blood pops'' a clear voice stated and Lea snapped out of her daze to see they had reached the headmasters stairs.
It took only a moment for them to reach the door at the top and Lea was greatly confused when the professor knocked on the door- wasn't this her office?
''Enter'' a jovial voice answered and Lea had only a moment to recognise the familiarity of that voice before she was pushed into the office and saw a face she never thought she would ever see again.
''Professor Dumbledore?'' Lea questioned, staggering back in alarm.
She would have fallen if not for professor McGonagall who had an iron grip on her shoulder.
''Minerva'' the headmaster greeted, setting down a piece of parchment on his desk ''and who is this?''
''I'm not sure Albus, I found her wandering in the entrance hall- she seems to know who we are though'' the aged witch answered and Dumbledore turned to face her.
''Hello, my dear'' he greeted smiling at her and Lea felt the tell-tale sting of tears.
''How are you here? Am I dead?'' the last question made the old man chuckle as he assured that she was indeed, very much alive.
''I see you have heard of me then child, though I find myself at a disadvantage as I do not know who you are'' he replied.
''You don't know who I am, sir?'' Lea asked in panic.
''I'm afraid not, Miss-?''
''Potter. Azalea Potter sir'' the intake of breath was the only reaction from the witch behind her.
''Interesting, very interesting'' Dumbledore replied with a contemplative look ''Potter you say, any relation to James Potter?'' he questioned watching her carefully and Lea felt herself grow cold.
The witch shot a look at her former head of house, noticing that she kept her eyes remained on her as if appraising the younger girl but the tightness in her shoulders seemed to have loosened considerably.
Lea cast her mind back to what she had found downstairs, the plaque, Hogwarts looking as if a war had not happened, professor McGonagall looking younger and then there was Dumbledore himself who looked a little less worn, a little less defeated and a lot less frail than she had last seen him.
''Sir'' Lea began, already knowing the answer she would receive but praying it was all one big joke ''what year is it?''
''1977 my dear, are you alright?'' he questioned as Lea paled considerably.
''No, no, no'' she mumbled repeatedly, shaking her head this can't be happening she thought.
As if sensing her inner turmoil Dumbledore cleared his throat, garnering the witches attention ''a most curious thing happened but moments before you walked through my door Miss Potter. This letter'' he said, holding up the piece of parchment ''appeared on my desk, now I found myself most curious and tried to read the letter but found myself unable to, other than the name on it that is, a name that until you introduced yourself I had never heard before- it's addressed to you my girl'' he finished and handed it over.
Lea took the letter and stared at the blank page for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening the parchment.
Lea,
I know you must be very confused right now and I am so sorry for that but I'm giving you a second chance, that's what you wished for isn't it- a chance to make things right, to stop those you care about from dying. Well now's your chance.
It's 1977, one of the years when Voldemort was at his most prolific, but it's also your parents last year at Hogwarts so make it count Lea, change the future for the better and stop Voldemort before he gets any more powerful. Let yourself heal and let yourself be filled with happiness, love and most of all- make sure you LIVE, for once Lea just enjoy it.
Love, F.
P.S, All of your belongings are in the room of requirement, well those you find important anyway.
There was a stony silence after Lea had finished reading the letter, sucking in a deep breath Lea handed the note back to the wizard- somehow knowing he would now be able to see the words written there.
Once the aged headmaster had read the letter he looked up and Lea met his eyes with a sort of grim determination ''I think we need to talk sir.''
''We do indeed'' he replied, blue eyes sparkling.
AN: So there it is, I hope you liked it and please read and review- please let me know what you think of this story so I know whether to continue with it. Thank you.
Also, credit has to go to snowbunnytiger who wrote a wonderful story on Ao3 called And So, All the Pieces Fall Into Place, who gave me the inspiration for this story, but that doesn't mean that this story has been copied or pasted- it is entirely my own ideas and thoughts.
