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Summary: There were no Horcruxes. Lily and James didn't die when Harry was a baby. Harry Potter wasn't an only child. The first war never ended. Until now. In early 2005, Harry Potter and his twin sister Lyra defeated Voldemort. Halfway across the world Bella Swan broke up with Edward Cullen shortly after prom. When the wizards move to Forks, will Lyra be able to help Edward take her own advice and move on? Can Edward help her get past her parents deaths?

The was over. Finally. But at such a high cost. Their parents had died the year before, defending Harry and his twin Lyra from Death Eaters. They were now 17 and the only family they had left was their godfather Sirius. Hogwarts – which had been nearly destroyed during the final battle – was nearly rebuilt. It was the middle of July and the Potter siblings were packing their belongings. Why? Because they needed to get away and Sirius had family in the States. They weren't the only ones leaving, though. They were taking Remus Lupin, Luna Lovegood, and Draco Malfoy with them. All of them need to escape for one reason or another. Luna's father was in Azkaban and she was being hounded for her abilities as a Seer. Draco was unable to leave the house without being accused of being a Death Eater. Remus was tired of being treated like second class dirt. Sirius and the Potter siblings had nothing left tying them to England. The only close friends they had left were either dead or trying to move on. So they were going to live with Sirius' Squib relatives in Forks, Washington. They had an old house on their reservation that no one had lived in in centuries and was big enough for the six of them to have their own rooms with three rooms to spare. It needed cleaning up and Sirius had already paid someone to make sure it was inhabitable and renovate it. They were going to arrive in time for the new school year to start and the four teens, having finished their magic schooling and spending time getting Draco and Luna up to scratch on muggle education – Lily had insisted on her children being educated in both worlds. They were actually looking forward to it – at least, Harry, Lyra, and Luna were. Draco, much to the other three's amusement, was dreading it. Muggles frightened him.

Lyra looked around the room she shared with her twin with a heavy sigh. The walls were bare and the bed taken apart. They slept on an air mattress in the middle of the floor. They hadn't been able to sleep alone since their parents died. The only thing not yet packed into a box was picture of the two of them with their parents, and it wouldn't be packed until the day they left. One of their mother's muggle friends had taken it, so it didn't move – but they adored it nonetheless. The picture was of James and Harry wrestling in the living room floor while Lyra and Lily leaned against each other, their arms wrapped around the others' waist, laughing helplessly as they watched. Father and son matched perfectly, the only incongruity being Harry's almond-shaped emerald eyes. Mother and daughter, however, only had their height and willowy figures in common. Where Lily's hair was a deep auburn and perfectly straight, her daughter's was wild and dark as her father's and fell in heavy curls down her back and her eyes were her father's hazel, as opposed to her mother's and Harry's amazing emerald. Both women were watching their boys humor and happiness on their faces, though you could tell – even in the still picture – that they were tensed and ready for an attack. They all had a weariness about their eyes. It somewhat ruined the happy picture, but they had been in the midst of a war, and they'd had no idea which moment would be their last. So they lived their lives to the fullest and Harry and Lyra had vowed to continue doing so to honor their parents. Lyra hadn't realized she'd picked up the picture until a tear fell on the glass and a sob was ripped from her chest.

"I miss you, mum." she whispered to the photo. She didn't fight as strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her gently against a toned body, she merely melted into her brother's embrace and allowed herself to break down for the first time since they'd died. She turned and buried her face in his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears as heart-wrenching sobs wracked her slender frame. Harry simply held while she finally allowed herself to grieve. He carded his fingers soothingly through her hair and occasionally placed a kiss atop her unruly head. When she was spent and feeling just a little bit better, she snuggled into him, her face moving to nuzzle the crook of his neck affectionately.

"Sorry for getting your shirt all wet." she mumbled against his skin. He chuckled, a deep, husky sound.

"It's fine, little star. Especially after you put up with my sorry ass for the past year."

He grinned when she giggled slightly and kissed her temple. She sighed sadly and wiggled into his lap.

"I miss them, Har."

He sighed as well, tightening his hold.

"I know, Ly, but I doubt they'd approve of us sitting here moping."

She nodded, which felt weird to both of them as her head was still resting on his shoulder.

"I know, but it doesn't stop me from feeling sad sometimes when I look at the door and realize they aren't coming back."

He squeezed her gently.

"I know, princess. Sometimes I wake up expecting mum to be shouting that breakfast is ready and you need to get me and dad up."

Lyra let out a watery chuckle.

"Is it stupid to feel this gaping hole in my chest whenever I think about them?" she asked desperately. Harry shook his head.

"No. I feel it too. But come on, buttercup," he prodded, using their father's nickname for her, "no more depressing thoughts. We need to go help Luna and Dray finish studying. They've only got one more exam left. Then we need to start supper, because Sirius is thinking about cooking again."

He laughed as his sister shot to her feet, looking horrified. He couldn't blame her, of course. Sirius was a horrible cook. The last time he'd been in the kitchen the stove had nearly exploded. They still didn't know how he'd managed it, but he was no longer allowed in the kitchen. The Black Lord was confused as to why they didn't just purchase a house-elf, but had stopped pushing it when they'd said it was something their mother had started. Lily Potter had refused to allow her children to become lazy and reliant on house-elves, so she'd taught them both how to cook, clean their house, and do their laundry. James, unfortunately, was just as technologically inclined as his best friend. The man was a disaster in the kitchen. But he'd been the best father the two could ask for. He was no where near as strict as their mother, but he did believe in a good sense of discipline and had been adamant that his only children would not grow up to be as arrogant as he had been as a child. Harry heaved another sigh as his mind wandered to happier times. Shaking his head to clear it of the past, he stood and took his twin's hand, leading her from the room. He hoped that Forks would be the haven they so desperately needed after the war.

He had no idea just how thankful he would become for their decision to go to their new home.

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Edward closed his eyes, refusing to look in the direction of his former girlfriend. His first love and his first heartbreak. She'd broken up with him after she'd woken up in the hospital, realizing that her life "wasn't worth the thrill of dating an immortal." He heard her laughter. Heard her announce that she was now dating the mutt from La Push. He also heard her telling her friends that relatives of her boyfriend's would be moving to Forks soon and living in an abandoned home on the edge of the reservation, just on the Forks side of the boundary line. Apparently, since they weren't Natives, they couldn't attend the school at the rez, and were instead coming to Forks High. He felt Alice stiffen beside him and tensed himself as her vision filled his mind.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Alice's Vision ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Edward sat in his family's home, a girl with wild, raven curls in his arms. She sat beside him on their couch, snuggling into his side. She had olive toned skin and her tear-drop-shaped face was tilted towards him, her ruby lips turned up in a smirk.

"So you're over a hundred years old?" she asked, amusement clear in her tone. Edward nodded slowly, eying her warily.

"Yes."

Her smirk morphed into a grin as her head darted forward to peck his lips.

"Cradle robber." she teased, breaking his hold on her and running out of the house, Edward hot on her heels. He let her reach the stream, just out of his family's ear-shot before he caught her, bringing her soft, warm body against his own. She laughed as he growled and nipped her ear playfully.

"If I'm a cradle robber, wouldn't that make you a grave robber?" he asked in a husky tone. She shook her head, giggling.

"Nope." she replied, popping the 'p'. "You're not technically dead until your brain ceases to function – therefore, no grave robbing necessary." she smirked at him, "You robbed your own grave." she told him smugly. Chuckling, he turned her to face him, winding an arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet so that he wouldn't have to bend his head, bringing her lips to his own for another kiss, this one much longer and filled with a passion that made Edward himself want to look away. The vision ended before the kiss.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End Vision ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Edward, she's perfect! Alice squealed in his head. A faint smile found his lips.

"Yes, she is." he murmured, the image of an olive-skinned, tear-drop face with wide, mischievous, hazel eyes and ruby lips framed by unruly raven curls branded in his mind.

Across the room, unknown by either Cullen, Bella Swan was glaring at them. She had noticed Edward's smile and was furious. He wasn't supposed to be happy! He was supposed to be heartbroken and pinning for her! Ready to take her back whenever she asked! She snarled to herself. Whatever Alice had seen – whatever had caused that smile on her Edward's face – had to end before if could begin. She couldn't have him moving on.