Warning: Death,

Prologue

The Girl Who Survived

The door burst open. "Lily, take Harry, go!" James demanded, whipping out his wand.

Elizabeth Potter just sat there as she watched her mother leave her and take her twin. A flash of green light. A stomp of feet. A scream.

Then nothing.

Soon, minutes even, her brother began crying. Like he was the forgotten one. Like he was the one that was replaced.

But he wasn't.

Not long after, a pale man with black, greasy hair raced into the house. Elizabeth wanted to get his attention, but his face was stained with tears. Racing up the stairs, the guy passed the lifeless form of James Potter, and the young toddler.

Loud sobs. Rippling through the house.

A confused toddler screaming from the top of the house.

Elizabeth screaming from the bottom of the house.

The pale man whipped his head around the door. "A kid?" He questioned, his voice sharp with emotion.

"A kid," Elizabeth confirmed, her short ginger hair falling into her eyes.

"Name?" The man demanded.

"Elizabeth. Lizzy. Lizabeth. Liz."

"I'll get you out of here before Dumbledore, or Sirius, comes..."

Lightly, he picked up the frail child. Why he did it, no one ever knew. But something in the lost little kid changed him, even if only slightly.

.-.

"I want to look after her, Professor," a black haired man looked the headteacher of Hogwarts in the eye.

"Why, Severus?" Albus Dumbledore replied, his gaze cautious.

"I just do," he retorted, "She can come to school, and I will look after her between lessons."

"What about during them?" Professor Dumbledore glanced at Snape's cold, pleading eyes. "No. Oh no."

"She's Harry Potter's sister."

"Fine."

There was a brief pause. "She reminds you of her, doesn't she? That's why you want to look after her."

"I don't want her to die like Lily did."

.-.

Elizabeth sat in Professor Dumbledore's office. The elderly man was pacing around. "I have a meeting, Lizzy," he told her, "Minerva took the day off, and Severus isn't here yet."

"You're giving Harry away?" She questioned.

"I- yes," Dumbledore sighed, "He has to go to his aunt's. It's the only way he'll stay safe."

"What about me?"

"You're staying here."

Elizabeth rolled her green eyes, hurt flashing in them. "I have to go."

He disappeared.

.-.

Elizabeth was back at Snape's house. It was the Summer holidays, and Elizabeth's second birthday. "Are they still talking about Harry?" She wondered, glancing at The Daily Prophet over his shoulder.

"The novelty will wear off soon," Snape commented, "I hope."

"The Boy Who Lived," Elizabeth snorted, "What about the Girl Who Survived?"

.-.

Raising her head with pride, Elizabeth stared Albus Dumbledore in the eye. "At least I'm not some item like Harry," she muttered. "Why would I want to be a beacon of hope for people who have never even met me?"

He didn't reply. "How is the world's biggest hero anyway?" She added.

"I don't know!" He snapped, scaring the three year old.

"Sorry."

.-.

"I wonder what would've happened if I was the chosen one," Elizabeth murmured.

Severus looked at the young girl, his dark eyes declaring unspoken emotion. "Are you okay, Severus?" She questioned, wrapping her small arms around his shoulders.

"I'm fine, Lizzy," he replied in his cold voice.

"Remember I'll always be here for you," the four year old declared.

.-.

They were in Hogsmeade. Elizabeth grabbed Severus' hand, and smiled to herself when he didn't jerk away. The snow was falling, and it was Christmas in two days. "I want to get a present for Albus, and Minerva, and all of the other teachers!" Elizabeth declared.

"Even Quirinus?" Severus questioned.

"Yes!" Elizabeth exclaimed: even the Muggle Studies teacher deserved some love.

"What about Cuthbert?"

"What can you buy a ghost?" Elizabeth asked.

"Something for his office?"

"I suppose."

Elizabeth began dragging Severus around the shops. Suddenly, he froze, as a brown haired man began walking over to them. "Hello," the man said, through gritted teeth.

"Hello, Remus."

"Severus?" Elizabeth questioned, "Are we going to get these socks?"

She held up a pair of black fluffy socks with twinkling spectacles on. Both of the men glanced at Elizabeth. "We will, Lizzy," Severus promised.

"Who is he?"

"A friend of your father's."

"I'm your godfather."

"My what?"

"Lizzy, come on," Severus called, "At this rate we won't get back to Hogwarts by tonight."

"Goodbye," Elizabeth exclaimed to her godfather.

.-.

Elizabeth glanced at her feet. Severus was trying, and failing, to teach her about potions. "I am awful!" She declared.

"Lizzy, you are six years old. You aren't going to be perfect."

"Haven't you got some first years to teach today?" She questioned.

"Yes," Severus muttered, "But I don't think I could deal with a whole lesson of annoying twelve year olds."

"Some of them might be eleven..."

"There is a time and place for your cheek, Lizzy."

"Come on Severus, I was looking forward to seeing Dumbledore: he told me he had a particularily disgusting looking bean he wanted me to try..."

"So, you want to get rid of me?"

"Yes."

"Lizzy!"

"Go teach Snape!"

"If an explosion happens, I'm blaming you Lizzy..."

.-.

"Can we go to Hogsmeade?" Elizabeth pestered Severus.

"Why?"

"I really, really need to stock up on sweets."

"Do you now?"

"Severus! Please?"

"Fine. But we're only getting a few Jelly Slugs..."

They ended up buying Ice Mice, Cauldron Cakes, Sugar Quills and Bertie Bott's Every Flavoured Beans.

.-.

Elizabeth sat on the table in Albus Dumbledore's office. "Humbug?" She offered, sucking on one of the muggle sweets.

"Sure," he smiled, taking one of the sweets.

Swinging her legs over the side, she questioned, "Why do you like Harry so much?"

"He's destined to do great things."

"What about me?"

He didn't reply.

"What are the four houses again?"

"Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff."

"I'll probably be in Slytherin," the eight year old prophesised, "It doesn't sound all that bad."

"The man who killed your parents was in that house..."

"I know."

"Why Slytherin? Why not Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw?"

"Slytherin seems like the coolest name."

He sighed. "That's not what it's all about, Lizzy..."

"It's the house I would fit into most."

.-.

Elizabeth was sitting in the library in the dark when two people burst in. Frantically, she switched on her lamp. The nine year old stared at the two boys, trying to figure out who they were. "Severus said the library was safe at night..." She muttered.

"Are you this Elizabeth person?" The first one questioned.

"What's it to you?"

"Who are you?" The second one asked, cramming a map into his pocket.

"Who are you?" She retorted.

"I'm Fred Weasely, and he's George Weasely," he replied, narrowing his eyes.

"What year are you in?"

"First year, what year are you in? You can't be older than ten years old..."

"Is it really a good idea for you to be around the school at this time then, George?"

"Not exactly, no. But you never answered me. How old are you?"

"I'm nine years old."

She crossed her arms around her chest, suddenly feeling exposed. Her eyes flickered down to the book she was studying; Hogwarts, A History. Slowly, Elizabeth directed it back to the shelf she had taken it from. "Now, if you don't mind me," she muttered, "I'll be on my way."

She dragged her lamp along behind her.

.-.

"So, Elizabeth," Dumbledore began.

"Lizzy," the ten year old contradicted.

"Elizabeth."

"Lizzy."

"Elizabeth."

"Lizzy."

"Elizabeth."

"Lizzy!"

"Fine. Lizzy," he sighed, "What do you want your last name to be?"

"No last name is preferable."

"Not Potter?"

"They would know I'm just the rubbish twin then. Nobody knows I exist; why change that now then?"

"Snape?"

"People would laugh at me, and think I'm a teachers pet."

"So nothing?"

"I'm just Elizabeth. Not Elizabeth Potter. Not Elizabeth Snape. Just Elizabeth."

"You can be the last called out, then."

"Fine."

Albus Dumbledore passed the young girl a humbug.

The characters may seem slightly (okay, a bit more than slightly) out of character, but it's how I see them in my head? :)

Harry Potter twin stories are very common, but mine might be slightly different.

Not exactly canon, but some canon moments.

I do not own any of the characters; except from Elizabeth Euphemia Potter. (Lizzy)

I do, however, own most of the scene ideas here, and the dialogue. And I know Severus doesn't go to the Potter house in the book but when I was writing all I could think of was that moment, so I does not really care.

Most of my Harry Potter one-shots/stories will be based around this, unless I state otherwise.

I hope this isn't too bad, but if you can think of improvements, I would agree.

~Buttercat