A/N: This is just an idea I had... What if Voldemort had sent one of his minions to kill Harry first, instead of going himself? He would have to send someone they trusted, and they wouldn't be suspicious of, so what if he sent a girl James had taught to fly a broom? Enjoy!
Alicia shot up in the air, leaning close to her broom as she spiraled high above the field. Just her and her broom, alone and weightless. And her thoughts.
The idea that without other things to distract her, she might relive a nightmare during the day brought her down to earth quickly, nearly slamming into the ground before she pulled up. She dismounted.
"That was some great flying, Alicia!" A first year, Oliver Wood, congratulated her. "You'll be made a chaser for sure!"
Her eyes fixed on the horizon, trying to force herself to stay in the present, but slashes of memory kept peeking through.
"That was some great flying, Alicia!" James said, giving her a high-five. "You'll be made a chaser for sure!"
In real time, she blinked back tears at the memory of the man who'd been so kind to her.
"Crucias!" The ghost of her mother cried, and unbearable pain racked Alicia's body, for what seemed like an eternity.
Her broom dropped from her hand as the memory of the pain and betrayal lashed her like a whip.
"I'll do it!" She screamed, and the pain stopped.
"All you have to do is kill their son. You don't have to touch the parents." Her father said.
She knelt on the damp grass. He'd lied. James and Lily had protected their son. But she wasn't strong enough to hurt them anyway.
"Weakling." Lord Voldemort's voice seeped into her skin like acid. "I guess I'll have to do it myself."
Sobs racked her body as she remembered hearing that Voldemort was dead… But it was too late for James and Lily.
"Why would you do something like this, Alicia?" Lily asked her.
A gentle hand rested on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Alicia." James told her, his wand raised.
"Obliviate!" She screamed.
"Alicia? Alicia, are you okay? What's wrong? What did I say?" James wasn't the one with his hand on her shoulder. James would never put his hand on her shoulder again. It was Oliver Wood, shaking the crying girl.
She forced herself to stop crying, and wiped the tears from her face. "Nothing, Oliver. Just wrong place at the wrong time, I guess."
Like me.
A/N: Okay, so that's honestly all I had planned for this fic, but if you guys want me to continue, and go more into Alicia's backstory, I can. And as for the timeline, Oliver was eighteen when Harry was not quite fourteen, and here Oliver is a first year, so Harry is seven. Alicia is a seventh year, so she was twelve when she tried to kill Harry. She obliviated both James and Lily, and no one except Voldemort knew about her task, so she wasn't arrested or tried. Anyway, please review! Should I continue?