I'm baaacckkk!! I finally got around to rewriting The Girl Who Lived! Yay! So, I made a few changes, but anyone who read the original will see them fairly easily. I found these changes to be necessary, because I'm using those ideas for another story I'm writing – this time it's a real book that I'm hoping to get published sometime.

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling, I would probably be working on another Harry Potter book right now.

The most terrible thing happened last night, and I am still crying my eyes out from it. Last night two people broke into our home and attempted murder. Not just any two people, but two old Death Eaters. Two Death Eaters that have crossed my path as well as Harry's. Yes, I am talking about the Carrows.

It was late at night, just after Harry and I put the kids to bed and were just settling in ourselves. Just as I turned off our bedside lamp, I heard someone starting to wail, and I presumed that it was just Lily trying to sleep. Our little one-year-old had developed a habit of crying before she went to sleep so she would get some attention from her parents. Well, I just brushed it off, but I still had this feeling in my gut that something was wrong. I just snuggled farther into our bed and tried to sleep. A few minutes later, I heard a shriek of fear followed by malevolent laughter and cries of "Crucio!"

I instantly sprang out of bed and grabbed my wand from the bedside table and glanced up to see that Harry had done the same. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, then we flew to the bedroom door, blasting anything and everything that was in our way. Once we darted out the door, we flew down the steps and to the door of the nursery, which was just barely cracked open. Harry and I immediately looked in the room, for Lily had stopped crying. I saw Amycus cradling Lily gently, almost lovingly. I was bubbling over with anger, getting ready to pounce on him, when it happened. There was a flash of green light that flooded the room. For a moment, I was mesmerized. I didn't know who or where I was, or what that fatal flash of light meant. Once the light faded, I crumpled onto the floor, crying, finally realizing that it meant that my baby was gone forever…

As she read this, a tear rolled down her cheek and hit the already tearstained page. Even thirteen years later, the story still got to her. Lily was still amazed at her existence, how she fought off that awful curse…

Lily was merely packing her trunk for Hogwarts, as she did every year around this time, when she stumbled across her mother's old diary, open to that page as if it was daring her to read it again, daring her to relive that awful night, daring her to feel the way she did when her mother gave her that diary to better explain why she had the lightning bolt scar so like her father's. What was worse was what her mother had told her after she had read the diary.

She had a prophecy made about her, almost identical to the one made about her father. She was born for good, to defeat two of Lord Voldemort's most dedicated servants – the Carrows. They had recruited old Death Eaters, as well as their children. And I was supposed to stop them.

Thanks for reading! I'm not exactly sure when the next chapter will be up, but I promise it will be fairly soon. Please review! I will take anything, as long as it is in my review box! I also accept PMs. Oh, and please tell me as soon as possible if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, because I do not have a beta.