(A/N: Disclaimer. I don't own any of the characters except my own. And the plot isn't mine as well. This is something that I came up with just one day and thought would be cool to write. Any comments and suggestions would be welcome! Thanks! On with the story!)

Chapter 1:

I made my way up to the decrepit counter. The wooden stools at the bar were worn down and seemed to barely be held together, only holding together by sheer stubbornness. The bar tender looked up at me as I walked over to him. He eyed me as he polished a glass that would usually hold butter beer or fire whiskey.

"What can I do for you today, little miss?" His voice came out rough and gravelly but I could see he was curious as to why a young looking girl, such as myself, would be in his establishment.

I pulled out a bag of galleons. "I'd like to rent a room for the next month. Do you have one available?"

His eyes widened at the sight of money. I knew I was overpaying him, but I wanted to get a room as fast as possible without being asked unnecessary questions.

He seemed to choke a bit in surprise before regaining his composure. He accepted my offer and got one of the servant elves to lead me to my room.

I was led up rickety stairs and came to the second-floor landing. I had been in this place a few times, always changing my appearance as to not be recognized. The house elf, Ingreda, bowed to me before opening the door to my room and leaving.

I sighed and quickly went around casting protective charms around the room. I made sure that I would know if anyone entered.

I then conjured a looking glass. It was a mirror that would show me images of what I wanted to see. It was inactive right now, working as a regular mirror. It showed my beautiful flaming red hair and emerald eyes that I had inherited from my mother.

"Show me Harry Potter," I whispered as silently as possible.

The image showed Harry cooking breakfast for the awful Dursley family as they mistreated him. I felt as though I wanted to rush into there and pull him away from all of that, but I knew that I couldn't expose myself just yet.

My name is Scarlet, Harry Potter's twin sister.

I might be Harry Potter's twin, but I hadn't always been. It's a bit confusing, but I was actually born many centuries in the past.

My mother had been Angelica Nyx, a noble woman in Camelot. She had met my father, and they had fallen in love. Soon after they had married, I was born. My father left unexpectedly, causing my mother to grieve. Who was my father? Merlin - the greatest wizard to ever walk the earth. He had been afraid that my mother would reject him for what he was so he decided to flee.

After my mother had died when I was twenty, my father had come to search for me. He had explained many things that I had been curious about.

For example, my birthmark. My mother had apparently been hit with a killing curse shortly before my birth. It hadn't affected her but had somehow swept into me. While it obviously didn't kill me, it had managed to curse my life. I would live a normal life and, when I died, I would simply be reborn into another body. It's a good thing that my magical core stayed the same or else I wouldn't be able to do half of the spells I know.

I had been born nearly eleven years ago for what seemed like the millionth time. I valued every life I lived and made sure to do the most that I could for the world at that given time.

My parents had been James and Lily Potter, powerful magic-wielders. James had been a pureblood wizard from the noble house of Potter while Lily had been muggle-born.

I had been born as the sister to Harry Potter. I had known of his important role in the wizarding world in the near future.

In the life before this one, I had been born in July of 1928. I had gone to Hogwarts as a muggle-born witch and actually saw as Tom Marvolo Riddle was molded into what the wizarding world would then come to know as Lord Voldemort.

I had seen as he gathered his followers and worked towards achieving his evil plans. Around the time that I had begun working at the Ministry of Magic, I had come across a prophecy about a young boy who would defeat the Dark Lord: Harry Potter.

I had died a little after that, not leaving any trace of family behind for anyone to mourn my death. In all my lives, I had never married or fallen in love. I knew that soul mates existed so I was just waiting for the right person to walk in.

When Harry and I were mere toddlers, there came a day that Voldemort barged into our house, instantly killing our father and coming after the rest of us.

Our mother had tried to save us, but she was brutally murdered. I felt her magic envelope Harry and me with her dying breath, but it simply wasn't strong enough. I fueled her shield with my magic as the killing curse hurdled towards the two of us. The curse reflected off the shield and bounced back towards the Dark Lord. He seemed surprised but managed to get away. Most people would think that he had been vanquished, but I could still feel his energy churning in the atmosphere, too weak to take a solid form. One thing I was for sure of: he would be back.

After that, I had apparated myself out of the house. The wizarding world only knew of Harry's existence. I was still a secret.

I had lived in the woods for a while. As a toddler, I ate berries and such, not really running into much trouble. Anything I couldn't lift or needed, I could simply use wand less magic to obtain. In my past lives, I had made a secret hiding place in a wizarding village where I could hide, but that was where Voldemort's Death Eaters had found me. They killed me and destroyed my house, forcing me to build up another safe house sometime during this lifetime.

When I grew older, I began attending muggle school, faking papers and such, just so that I could get a basic understanding of this world.

I had checked in on the news recently to see if there had been any updates on Harry Potter. None.

After getting worried about his safety a little, since he couldn't be dead or I would have felt the shift in energy, I had made a looking glass. It showed me what I wanted to see, so I watched Harry grow up with his awful relatives.

I also saw the scar.

I guess that it was the mark of evading the curse. I had a similar one on my collarbone as well that had followed me through all my lifetimes. I wish I could have brought him with me after I had escaped, but the wizarding world would have been thrust into turmoil. I wasn't known to the world, so I made the decision to leave alone. I knew that if he were to have come with me, his fate might not have been stable enough for him to fulfill the prophecy.

I had practiced new spells that had come out during the time of my previous death and then birth. I patiently awaited my acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the world's best school of magic for wizards and witches.

Right now, it is a few weeks before my birthday. Every time I use wand less magic, my eyes flash to their original color, a bright red. In my first life as Tora Nyx, my hair had been white. When Voldemort had thrown that curse, I had made sure to keep my head down to crush suspicion about the origin of my eye color.

I sit still for a moment, wondering what I should do for the next few weeks.

I give up doing anything tiring and decide to just read through some potions material.

I had received my letter a few days ago. It had been addressed to Miss Angelica O'Connor. I had magicked the files that the ministry had on me to have my alias as my real name. The ministry had no idea of my birth and I liked to keep it that way. I honored my mother by using her first name, as I know she would have secretly liked. I then randomly chose a last name, not really caring much about it. I would tell the school that I was a half-blood since I technically, in this lifetime, was one.

Today, I'm heading to Diagon Alley to obtain my school supplies. I had prolonged this a little just so that I could gather a few more spells that would shield the size of my nearly endless supply of magic from Ollivander, the wand maker.

I put on a simple green dress and black cloak before leaving the inn room. I ran my hand down the wooden banister as I creeped downstairs. I hated attracting so much attention. All the wizards and witches turned their heads as they heard me coming down the staircase. Their eyes widened considerably as they took my appearance in. By most standards, I was beautiful. My hair was intricately braided into a tight bun on my head and my pale complexion was dusted with a light blush across my cheeks. I was a bit short for my age, but I had a commanding air around me, having most people gawk at the superior feeling I gave off.

I rushed through the back door of the bar and barely acknowledged the bar tender.

The back alley was quiet as I stepped up to the brick wall. With a quick burst of the right wand less magic, the door opened to reveal the bustling alley.

Witches and wizards of all ages were rushing around, most preparing for the upcoming school year. There were kids holding onto their parents, begging for the latest broom, a Nimbus 2000. Wow, when I had died, we had only come out with a Cleansweep.

My first stop: Gringotts. I had already run out of the money I had kept in my small pouch when I had paid for my inn room and all the meals.

I walked into the huge building, making sure to put a glamour over my appearance. I changed my fiery red hair to a light blonde and my bright green eyes to a dark blue. My facial structure changed as I headed towards the goblin at a counter. No one noticed the change in my appearance, as they were too absorbed in their own activities.

"I would like to make a withdrawal," I told the goblin, whose nameplate said Edoin.

"Name?" His monotone voice crackled in the air.

"Tora Nyx."

His eyes widened considerably at hearing my name.

"Right this way, madam."

You see, the goblins were the only creatures that I trusted with my secret. They might be a group of magical beings that only care about gold, but that makes them easier to trust. If you pay them enough, they won't spill your secrets.

Over my many lifetimes, I have always been a witch. I managed to save up so much money that I had donated a lot to the restoration of the magical world when Voldemort had first rose to power. The goblins had always known that I would come. I had told them at the beginning, a few lifetimes ago, that if anyone came into their bank claiming to be Tora Nyx, they should allow them to my vault. Even if someone tried to impersonate me, I had made sure that my vault could only be opened with proper magic aura identification.

We rode in silence for a while, finally getting to an ancient looking vault: number 1. I had been the first contributor to this bank, so they owed me a lot more than just protection. Without my help, they wouldn't have been able to build it in the first place. Plus, I didn't tell them the whole truth about me. They only knew that I was powerful. They probably thought that I never died and that I just changed my appearance constantly.

I walked to my vault and held my hand up to the door. I let out a stream of magic so that the vault door opened with a large creak. I made sure to put a handful of coins into my pouch. I paid the goblin a few galleons for bringing me there and then apparated out of the bank and into a back alleyway. I never left the bank with a sack of coins, it would be too easy for someone to want to target me.

I walked towards Madam Malkin's to get my school robes. She was calmly appraising the new robes on a brown-haired girl as I walked in. The girl's attention shot towards me as she heard my arrival. Her bushy hair was long and flowed down her back in tangles while her eyes held intelligence and curiosity. Her aura was inquisitive but brave. She would be a good Ravenclaw or Griffindor.

She smiled at me as Madam Malkin directed me to a raised platform and went into the back of the store.

"Hi, my name's Hermione Granger. I've never seen so many witches and wizards before. Well, I've never seen them at all, to be truthful. You see, my parents are both dentists so they were surprised when I got my letter to Hogwarts. Are you a student as well?"

I laughed out loud. "Calm down, Hermione. You don't need to say everything at once. My name is Angelica O'Connor. I'm going to Hogwarts as a first-year as well. It's nice to meet you. I hope we can become good friends."

She smiled, showing her slightly oversized teeth. No worries, though. I could tell that she would grow into them and become very beautiful.

"That would be very nice, Angelica."

Before she could say anymore, Madam Malkin walked back in and told Hermione that she could come back in later to pick up her robes.

Then, she turned to me. I waved good bye to the retreating form of Hermione as I faced the robe maker.

"Now,darling, let's get you fitted, shall we?"

After finishing up with the fittings, I had gone to get all the other school supplies that had been necessary.

All that was left was the wand...

This part always made me nervous. I wasn't exactly from this time period, so there wouldn't be a wand to fit my magical core completely. The wands I had used in the past had been pretty ordinary, mostly used for charms or transfiguration. I had bought my wands at other shops. The only time I had been to Ollivander's had been my past life.

The bell chimed as I walked into Ollivander's. I had made sure to change my appearance back in the alley. The old man glanced up as I walked in and looked startled a my appearance. I gave him a questioning look.

"Sorry, miss. I had thought I'd seen the past walking in for a second there." Of course! He had given my mother, Lily Evans, her first wand. Since my appearance matches hers so well, he must have thought my mother had been brought back from the dead.

"So, what's your name, little witch?"

"My name is Angelica O'Connor, sir."

He seemed to think for a second before shaking his head. "I don't know if I've ever given a wand to your parents, Miss O'Connor. I can usually tell what kind of wand is good for a young witch or wizard by basing it off of their parents wands. But, I don't believe I've ever met yours."

"That's understandable, sir. My mother had been a witch while my father had been a muggle. Of course, my mother attended Beauxbatons in France. She hadn't bought her wand in Britain."

He nodded and brought out a tape measure. "Then, let's get you a wand, shall we?"

He took the measurements of my wand arm and quickly went to the rows and rows of wands.

"How's this one? It's oak with a core of dragon scale."

I gave it a shake and the lamp on the desk combusted. Even though I didn't really need a wand, I could feel how this one would probably cause a fluctuation in the amount of magic I would give out. I had enormous reserves of magic and something like this good wand wouldn't be able to reign in that power enough.

After a few more wands and broken objects, he finally brought out a sleek black box.

"Before I show you this, I have to warn you. Have you ever heard the story about the elder wand?"

I nodded. I had read about it a few years ago. It was one of the three deathly hallows. It was said to be impossible to beat in a duel and could even escape most death matches. There was also a stone that could bring back the dead and an invisibility cloak that helped complete the deathly hallows. But, the elder wand had been the first one created.

"The elder wand is real. I've actually seen it myself. It is made of elder wood with thestral hair. Thestral hair is said to be incredibly hard to master. Only those who are able to accept death can handle such a wand, since thestrals can only be seen by someone who has seen death. Because hardly anyone has been able to master such a wand so powerful, I've only ever made one wand close to what the elder wand could be. Instead of using elder wood, I used Parselwood, which is only known to grow in the Forbidden forest. Parsel is derived from Parselmouth which means being able to talk to snakes. The wood was used in Salazar Slytherin's wand."

He pauses for a moment, letting me understand how important this wand could be. "Why me?" I asked.

He gave a low chuckle. "I'm able to see magical signatures by touching someone's arm. Even though I have never seen you, I remember someone by the name of Amelia Yewheart a few decades ago that had come in here with the same magic. I wonder why that is?"

He seemed to make a jest at me for a minute before I spilled to him, quickly changing from an inquisitive Angelica O'Connor to my more laid-back true self. "It's good to see you again, Ollivander."

"The same to you, Miss Yewheart. It's amazing to see you again. I heard about your death a while back and always wondered what had happened to you. How is it possible that you were able to cheat death?"

I laughed. "I didn't cheat death, sir. Instead, Death should be having a hard time refusing me."

Death had come to me a few lifetimes ago. He had been the one to make the three deathly hallows. He had wondered why I hadn't died for good. He had tried to kill me but I explained that I would just be reborn again. He decided that it was probably a power higher than him that had caused my change and accepted it. He then decided that if he were going to be alone for eternity, he might as well take that chance to become my friend so he would have someone to talk to.

"Is that so. Well, I won't interrogate you any further. Here is the wand."

He opened the black casing and revealed a pure onyx wand laying in a bed of green silk. I could feel the power radiating from it, enveloping me in a warm embrace. Even though it was made out of what would be considered to be dark magic materials, I welcomed the wand into my hand. I felt as though the wand was my friend. Instead of limiting my magic, it would help me to grow while still hiding my true potential from unwanted attention.

A bright light erupted from the wand. Instead of causing any damage, the green light swirled around me, melding with my soul.

"Well, it seems that I have witnessed a miracle today. Whoever you might truly be, Miss O'Connor, I wish you luck. It feels as though your future will affect the whole world soon to come."

I thanked him while smiling brightly and asking how much I owed him. He refused money, saying that he didn't need to be paid for a wand that wouldn't fit any other person. After insisting that I compensate him somehow, he finally accepted a price that was way below what the wand was really worth.

Leaving the wand shop, I made my way back towards the Leaky Cauldron. I rushed through the brick portal and towards my room. There were less people this time around in the bar area, but there was a weird looking man in a purple turban. He turned towards me for a brief moment before our eyes met and he turned away. I had managed to read one thought before I continued towards my room. But, that one thought had disturbed me more than anything else had before. Nobody should have known.

The Potter daughter is coming to Hogwarts...