Prologue
Harry was horrified. The tall seventeen year old was watching in terror as Voldemort killed his fiancé of three years. The eleven year old stood no chance. She was dead.
Ch. 1
Erin sat at the Gryffindor table in Hogwarts at breakfast. Her phoenix, Blaze, dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet before her. It boldly proclaimed: THE CHOSEN ONE LIVES!!!!! Underneath the headline was a picture of Harry Potter, looking tense. She smiled. Ever since the Dark Lord had won the war, Harry remained the only one who was still fighting. He had been thought dead for six years, as did she, but apparently he was out of hiding. She sighed. Two more weeks until summer. She couldn't wait, because every year the Order of the Phoenix held a party with the Death Eaters, since supposedly her, a leader of the Death Eaters, and Harry, a leader of the Order, had died on the first day of summer. She was planning with her best friend, Pansy Parkinson, and cousin, Draco Malfoy, to appear on Kalakarry, to stay for the summer. She silently stood up to go to classes.
Harry heard a knock on his front door in England. He opened it to find a band he played with, The Serpentines, were standing outside. Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle all smiled and waved. "Well come in, I'm still packing." Harry said, ushering them in. "Hey, mate, you don't look so good," said Malfoy, cocking his head. "Yeah, well, it's that time of year," Harry sighed.
Erin listened to the music pouring out of the hotel on the crest of the hill. She smiled. She was home. "Knocked up by some dick, huh?" a voice said out of the darkness, causing Erin to jump a mile. Her turquoise eyes searched the shadows. "Damn Pansy, don't do that," she laughed when her friend stepped into view. "Wow," muttered Pansy. "You look different." It was true too. Erin had grown taller, and had piercing blue eyes and raven black hair. She was wearing a dress, too, something that almost never happened. "I bet I know what's under that," said Pansy. Erin pulled off the dress to reveal denim shorts and a turquoise tank top. Laughing, Erin grabbed her quidditch duffel bag and she and Pansy ran up the trail, racing each other. Above them they could hear the band start playing "Heroes from Our Past." Since Pansy was still far below her, Erin leaned against the stone arch that led to the courtyard, where everybody was. Harry stood on stage, giving a speech. "Erin was a wonderful person, and we miss her so much. This is a song I wrote for her right before she died, and this the first time anybody has heard besides her. Hope you like it." He said. The band began playing a song Erin knew well, called "Stand." It goes like this:
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright
[Chorus:]
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on
[Repeat Chorus]
Ooohhh
Then you stand yeahhh
Everytime you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place
Ooohhh
[Repeat Chorus]
Erin sang along, and Harry looked around confused. He spotted the tall teenager, who smiled and winked. "Do you believe in miracles?" she mouthed.