Yes, I changed the story once again because I really didn't like how it was. Sorry, hope you'll like it like this and that you'll keep reading it.

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Harry is a girl in this story(not changed into a girl, just imagine that Lily and James Potter had a girl instead of a boy). So this will be a Het fiction. FemHarry will be the Petrova Doppelgänger in this story, this means that she will replace Elena. So, NO ELENA in this fiction!

FemHarry will look like Nina Dobrev but with green eyes, green eyes that only she will have. How that is possible and for FemHarry to still be the doppelganger, I explained it in this prologue, though I'll just say right now that she wasn't born with green eyes.

This means that Amara was born with brown eyes and that every Petrova doppelganger had the same brown eyes as her. So both Katherine and Tatia have/had brown eyes.

I hope you like it anyway.

There will be slight Stefan/Amanda but nothing more than a few kisses - if they will kiss at all - and it's not going to last long. The more Amanda will find out about Stefan and how much he's keeping from her and the less she will want to remain romantically involved with him.

There will be no love triangle in this story though. Amanda may be 'seeing' Stefan at the beginning of the story, but it will be pretty obvious from the start that she will be attracted to Damon and she will fall in love with him and only him, though it will be a slow-burning relationship. So, like I said, no really a love triangle, since Amanda won't fall in love with Stefan and she will not be torn between two guys, having feelings for both of them like Elena.

Amanda may seem interested in Stefan at first, but only because he's a handsome guy who's interested in her, nothing like 'love at first sight' or some other bulls*** like that.

That doesn't mean that Stefan will give up on her so easily. Though I plan on the two of them becoming ONLY friends starting from the second half of season1 – possibly even before that -, that doesn't mean that Stefan won't be jealous of her and Damon, even before the two of them get together.

Oh, and just because I never understood why the writers of 'The Vampire Diaries' decided that Katherine loved only Stefan and was completely obsessed with him, when Damon would have done anything – and I mean anything – for her and he has always accepted her as she was while Stefan only loved a idealized version of her that didn't actually existed, I decided that in my story Katherine loved Damon more than Stefan and wants him back once she realizes that he has fallen in love with Amanda.

Though that doesn't mean she will give up on Stefan. She's selfish and she wants both the Salvatore Brothers like always.

Last thing, the timeline. 'The Vampire Diaries' is set in 2009 when it starts, Harry Potter in the 1990's. So, for this story, Amanda is actually born in 1992. Hogwarts students begin at 10, not 11 and the last book happened after Amanda's sixth year, in just a few months during the summer. The final battle happened like in the book but one year early and at the beginning of September, three months after the end of the sixth year. The events are pretty much the same for all the HP books, beside Harry's relationship with Cho and Ginny – that did not happen with Amanda. Amanda went out with Cedric first and then Fred. Both of them dead.

This means that when the Second Wizarding World ends, Amanda has reached 16 years of age and we're in 2008. Oh, and let's pretend that the age of majority in the Wizarding World is actually 16, for the story's sake.

Summary: "Everything I believed about my life until that moment was a lie. My parents weren't my parents, my magic wasn't my magic, even my eyes weren't really my eyes. If I wasn't a Potter, if I wasn't a witch, then, who was I?" FemHarry/Damon. HP/TVD Crossover, AU.

Pairings: Damon/Amanda(slow moving), Stefan/Amanda(just slightly and mostly one-sided), Damon/Katherine(slightly), Stefan/Katherine(slightly), Elijah/Amanda(mostly one-sided), Elijah/Katherine(temporary like in canon). Past Matt/Amanda. The other are Canon pairings.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor The Vampire Diaries, I just like to write stories about these characters. I don't make money by writing this story.

PROLOGUE

"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

(J.K. Rowling Albus Dumbledore in 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone')

December 2008 - Mystic Falls, Virginia(USA)

Dear Diary

That's how one usually begins right? Especially if it's the first time writing in a diary.

Well, I really don't know where to start, though if Professor Dumbledore were here, he would tell me that the beginning is usually the best place.

What is the beginning though? It's a little difficult to point out, though maybe, in this case, the best place to start is at the end; the end of my life in the Wizarding World, what created the beginning of my new life in Mystic Falls, as the daughter of Miranda and Grayson Gilbert.

I guess, I could say it all started during the final battle, though the real beginning is just after my birth. Anyway, after the final battle is when I actually found out everything. Well, everything that had been kept hidden from me until that moment at least.

And let me tell you, I was so upset at first. Everything I believed about my life until that moment was a lie. My parents weren't my parents, my magic wasn't my magic, even my eyes weren't really my eyes. If I wasn't a Potter, if I wasn't a witch, then, who was I?

I cursed fate, the universe, everything and everyone that had stolen the possibility of a happy life and a happy family away from me.

But then I realized that it was selfish, what I was thinking. Yeah, my relatives didn't exactly give me a happy childhood, but I've gone to Hogwarts, I've met Ron and Hermione, Cedric and Fred, Sirius and Remus, Lily and James – even for such brief a time – and Dumbledore, and yes, even Snape. Hadn't that been worth it? Even If I lost them, isn't that better that not having known them at all? If that fateful day at the hospital hadn't happened, none of what I actually lived until now would have happened. And what would have happened to the Wizarding World then? Voldemort would have destroyed it sooner or later. After all, I had been the only one who had the power to kill him. Without me – the girl of the prophecy - the Wizarding World would have been doomed.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back to the day of the final battle, the day I was finally able to kill Voldemort once and for all.

After having disposed of Nagini with Gryffindor's sword, I had gone to Dumbledore's office to see Snape's last memories, having no idea what I'd find out. In hindsight, I probably should have realized it sooner, but maybe the simple truth was that I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that the only way for me to kill Voldemort, was to die. I once thought that once Voldemort was finally defeated, I would finally have the possibility to live, really live, something that had been denied to me since Voldemort had tried to kill me the first time. But that wasn't to be. My destiny was to die, so that Voldemort could be made mortal once again. I had a piece of his soul inside me and as long as I lived, he couldn't be destroyed. I was the final piece that kept him anchored to this world. A pig to the slaughter, as Snape had put it.

I had to walk to my death, embrace it even, knowing that it would mean that the rest of the Wizarding World was safe. And that's what I did. I stood in front of Voldemort, just waiting for the killing curse to hit me.

But it wasn't the killing curse he hit me with. It was something far worse. Something that would have killed me slowly and painfully. A curse that would have burned me from the inside out, until all that would remain of me would be ashes scattered in the wind. A curse not dissimilar to fiendfyre, though specifically designed for people.

I suddenly felt a burning in my scar, so intense that I almost passed out, but it lasted only for a few seconds. In that moment I knew, the horcrux inside me had been destroyed.

Voldemort hadn't realized though, that hitting me with a curse while using the Elder Wand would have been his undoing. I was the Wand's master after all. So, the Unbeatable Wand revolted against him and killed him.

So, while I was gasping for breath – my lungs on fire - and in more pain that I've ever felt in entire my life, I smiled, knowing that, at last, Voldemort was truly dead this time.

All that I had to do at that point was wait, wait for the end to come, but it wasn't easy. Alone, in the forbidden forest, suffering till my last breath, all I could think about was: It's not fair!

I had lost more than almost anyone else in this war, and that was how I was going to die? Miserable and in pain until the very end? My life had been a constant fight for survival since I was one year old. And keep fighting, keep hoping that I would, one day, win this fight, what had brought me? I couldn't resign myself to this fate, even if I knew, the outcome was inevitable. In that moment, I wanted to live, I wanted it with my whole being.

It was in that moment that Fawkes appeared, maybe drawn by my silent wish. I thought he was gone, never to return, when Dumbledore died. But here he was, once again trying to save my life. Except that this time there was no open wound he could heal with his tears. I didn't think there was anything he could do to save me.

He was so close to me, I could feel the warmth of his fire-feathers on my skin. He perched on my chest, exactly where the pain was and then he caught fire, enveloping me in his flames.

Soon, the painful burning of the curse transformed into a warmth so intense, pleasant and reassuring at the same time that I was lulled to sleep, waking up a moment later in a strangely white, impossibly empty King's Cross Station.

My parents greeted me, smiling at me and I knew in that moment that I was dead. Maybe Fawkes hadn't tried to save me after all; maybe he was only trying to grant me peace before the end. And it had worked. The pain was gone and I was finally with my parents again.

I smiled back at them, before running towards them to embrace them. Everything in that moment was perfect, and that should have been my first clue.

Too soon I realized that my parents weren't there to accompany me towards 'my next great adventure'. They were there for the opposite reason, to convince me to go back and live. Turned out I wasn't as dead as I thought. 'Girl-who-Lived' strikes again.

Fawkes was healing my body as we were speaking and all that was left for me to do, was wake up once the process was over.

If it had only been that easy, though. There was much they needed to explain to me before I'd be ready to wake.

It had all started with their honeymoon, soon after the wedding. A honeymoon they spent driving around the United States, away from the Wizarding World and the war.

When, after nine months, Lily was ready to give birth, they stopped in a small town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. After hours of labor, the baby was born, but it was frail and fragile and had difficult breathing. Lily and James were distraught at the idea of losing their child but they didn't need to worry, because a few hours later the baby was completely healthy. Too soon, they realized that the nurses had made a mistake and that their real child had died, a few hours after birth, and that another baby had been given to them in her place. But Lily and James couldn't bear the thought of telling the truth and lose their daughter, so they kept their silence and returned to England with their newborn daughter, Amanda Potter. Amanda Potter who had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes like James and that everyone believed would have grown up to be a mini copy of him.

Lily and James knew that there was the very real possibility that Amanda was born without magic. After all she had been born in a muggle hospital, probably from muggle parents. But they didn't care, she was theirs, their daughter, that was all that mattered.

When they found out about the prophecy and realized that it concerned their daughter, they really thought that maybe Amanda was actually a muggleborn, that she had magic of her own. After all, in what other way could she defeat Voldemort after all?

Unfortunately, they were wrong. Turns out, I was not a muggleborn. I was not born with magic and the only reason why I had been able to use magic until that moment was because I had Voldemort's horcrux inside me. The magic that I had been using for fifteen years, that had been Voldemort's.

The night Voldemort tried to kill me, he gave me his magic through a piece of his soul, and now that that piece is gone, I would wake up to be a muggle. I would never be part of the Wizarding World ever again. It was not my place anymore. It had never been in the first place.

Even my eyes - that remarkable feature that everyone thought I inherited from Lily - are a result of the killing curse that hit me that Halloween night, both the color and the poor vision. I'm actually born with brown eyes.

So, after listening to them talking for what seemed like hours, I finally asked the question that I was most concerned with. Who were my real parents?

Lily and James didn't know. But finding out wouldn't be difficult. All I had to do, was go to Mystic Falls.

When I finally woke up – after having said goodbye for the last time to the people that, for all my life, I thought were my parents – I realized that I was still completely alone, in the Forbidden Forest, with Voldemort's body only a few feet from me. Even Fawkes was gone and everything around me seemed suddenly different.

I left the Wizarding World the very next day, intent on finding my real parents after a trip to Gringotts to change my vaults' money into dollars, without saying goodbye to any of the people I had still left in my life. And there weren't many. There was Ginny, Luna, Neville, what was left of the Weasleys after Ron and Fred's death, plus all the other people from the Order and Hogwarts I had been somehow friends with. I would have missed them, but at least I knew that they would have a happy and peaceful life now that Voldemort was dead. But I knew I couldn't stay. I wasn't a witch, the Wizarding World wasn't my place. I was only hoping, I would really find my place with my biological parents, in Mystic Falls.

After a long flight and a long bus drive from Richmond airport to Mystic Falls, I was finally there. I booked a room in a hotel and immediately didn't lose anytime going to the hospital where Lily Potter had given birth.

I asked to check for the hospital records for that day, the 31st of July 1992. Only two babies were born that day, one was me, Amanda Potter, daughter of Lily and James Potter. The other was Elena Gilbert - like the birth certificate stated - daughter of Miranda and Grayson Gilbert, who had died a few hours after her birth.

Miranda and Grayson Gilbert, my real parents.

I immediately asked around and found out where the Gilbert House was.

From that day on, my life changed completely. After a DNA test that confirmed that I was in fact a Gilbert, my real parents took me in and my new life started.

Not long after that, I realized that – thanks to Fawkes' magical intervention that saved my life – not only my life was different. I was different too.

Fawkes' magic had healed every scar that I acquired while living with the Dursleys or during my years at Hogwarts. Even the lightning bolt scar on my forehead is gone. Not only that, Fawkes had repaired my vision too, so that I don't even need glasses now, though my eyes are still that strange killing curse green.

But the strangest thing is that, once again, my body had absorbed magic that didn't belong to me because something of the phoenix's inner magic stayed with me. I'm physically stronger than a normal human, I can heal quicker than normal from injuries, I can summon and control fire and of course, like a phoenix, my tears – and my blood - can heal any open wounds.

I guess I'm not a normal muggle after all, but maybe being normal was never really my destiny.

However, my life is the most simple and normal that I've ever had, no megalomaniac wizard trying to kill me and no one telling me how I have to live my life. No more expectations, no more fear – for me or the people that I care about; no more responsibilities on my shoulders, no more war, no more fame; just me and this simple life that I'm leading.

It's just so easy here. It's the life that I've always wanted, with family, friends and high school.

The most amazing thing is that I have a family now, a real family, for the first time in my life.

Two amazing parents who love me, a two years younger brother – Jeremy - a maternal aunt – Jenna – and even an uncle – John – my father's brother who, I have to admit, is not my favorite person in the world.

So, yes, this is not how I imagined how my life would be like after killing Voldemort, but I can't say I'm really disappointed.

When I first found out about the Wizarding World, one of my worst fears was going back to the muggle world, as a muggle.

And yet, it happened exactly that and I'm happy, really happy. What difference can a real family make, hum?

I miss the Wizarding World sometimes, it's true, and the people that I loved and lost had left holes in my heart and my life that could never be closed. But I'm living, really living, maybe for the first time.

Now, I just have to hope that history won't repeat itself when it comes to me. If I lose the people that I've just found, I don't know if I'll be able to handle it.

After all, there's only so much hurt a person can take…

P.S. I just wanted to clarify some things: Amanda in this story will be stronger than a normal human but that doesn't mean that she's as strong as a vampire, not even a newborn. It just means that she's stronger than a normal human. The same thing goes for the 'heal quicker than normal from injuries' thing. She doesn't heal immediately from a wound, she just heals quicker. Think about Buffy, it's kind of the same thing. And talking about Buffy, Amanda's blood will be special, not only because it's essential to break the curse but also because it's more powerful and tastier than any others, just like a slayer's blood is better than anything else for a vampire in BtVS.

Just one last thing: since Harry Potter was able to fight the Imperius Curse and compulsion it's kind of like the same thing and Bill Forbes was immune to it because he had a strong will, Amanda will be able to do the same thing but only when a vampire orders her to do something she doesn't want to do. The other aspects of the compulsion: dream manipulation and erasing memories may or may not work on her, you'll have to see for yourself.