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Chapter Six


Previously on A Future Found:

"Harry." I wait until he looks at me to continue. "Maybe one day they'll figure it out...the way we suffered for all of our lives. But until they do, just ignore them. Dumbledore isn't worth our anger." I assure him and he nods.

"Fine." He mutters belligerently. "I don't like it but fine."


Thump.

Flailing out of bed, I groan as I fall to the floor but don't cease my struggles. In seconds, I have my wand out and pointed at the door where...no one is. Confused, I scan the room and meet the amused eyes of my brother. I scowl at him as my eyes land on the book laying haphazardly on the floor. Last night, after the battle I couldn't sleep so I came over to Harry's room. Without a word, he lifted the blankets and allowed me to crawl in beside him just like it used to be when we were children.

Harry read a book to me and I (already half asleep from the warmth) had completely fallen asleep. Harry must have tossed the book and made the noise.

"Really?" I ask and he shrugs sheepishly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at the wall!" He protests and I roll my eyes.

"That is why I'm the Chaser and not you." I mutter, crawling back into the bed beside him. I cuddle against his side, just for a moment. My eyes slowly drift closed as my breathing deepens.

"'Sia?" The rumble of Harry's voice in my ear only soothes me further.

"Hm?" I manage to make, sleep wrapping me in a blanket of warmth and contentment.

"Are you asleep?" Harry whispers and I bury my head in his side as he drapes an arm around my shoulders.

"Mmm." I mumble before allowing myself to sleep. The last thing I remember is a kiss brushed on my forehead.

~-A-F-F-~

"All right, get up." Someone pushes me but I just roll closer. "C'mon! Really? I forgot how clingy you could get in your sleep." Harry sounds exasperated and I can't help the small smile spreading across my face. "Oh ho! I see that smile! Let me give you a reason to smile!" I jerk and squirm away.

"No! Harry don-" I choke off as giggle spill from my lips. Harry's nimble fingers finding every ticklish spot on my sides. "Uncle! Uncle!" I cry and he finally relents. "Meanie." I mumble, burying my face in his side. Harry snorts and I giggle.

"I'm not that mean." Harry argues playfully and I lift my head to stick my tongue out at him. He places a hand on his chest and widens his eyes in mock hurt, causing me to laugh and shove his shoulder.

"I hate you!" I cry, a beaming grin spreading across my face and giving lie to my words. Harry laughs at that and grins at me, green eyes glinting with happiness.

"Love you too, twin." He says, flicking me on the forehead. I pout at him before getting up.

"Alright, meet me downstairs in a few minutes?" I ask Harry and he nods before burrowing back in his blanket. I twitch my fingers and send a small shock at him. He jerks and stares at me with wide eyes. I blow imaginary smoke off my fingers, grin cheekily at him and leave. I pass by Jareth and go into the room I have been staying in.

As I shut the door behind me, I reflect on the room I am in. It shows me what-could-have-been and that hurts. I pick up a picture of other-baby-me smiling happily up at the camera, curled around other-baby-Harry with a toothless smile. That could have been us and I know Harry wants it to be us. Harry wants to stay here but we can't and I don't know how to show him that.

We don't belong here. We already have a home. Harry has Ron and Hermione and even Ginny. We have Mrs. Weasley and Teddy. Teddy. I feel a flash of shame as I realize I haven't once thought of my darling godson. Tears burn in my eyes as I recall the little man. He is the bright point in my life. How could we just leave him behind?

Somehow, I am going to have to convince Harry to back off and keep his distance. We can't get attached because that is only going to hurt more when we have to leave. I ignore the pang of hurt I feel at the thought of leaving and grab my clothes. I have to convince him somehow but that will have to wait. First, I have to start thinking of a way to get rid of Voldemort.

The last time, it was Harry and his friends. I didn't really have anything to do with killing the madman. This time though...I have no plans of hanging back and letting Harry do this on his own. I plan on taking down Voldemort so I can get home.

To George.

To Teddy.


Third Person POV


Far away from the Potter House, in a rather familiar castle, a wide-eyed lady freezes in her movements.

Her eyes go blank, her hands fall limp and her mouth opens; allowing a raspy voice to come out.

Two born as

One

Working together;

to Defeat

the Great Dark One.

Lost and Alone,

they find Hope

and Family.

When Two become One

once more,

They will be Granted

their Hearts

Greatest Desire.

The One will Vanquish

the Dark Lord

and live the way they Wish to.

A pause and then the lady shakes herself like a dog, resuming her bustling movements.

"I really must quit drinking so much sherry." She mutters to herself in a mystical voice before happily humming and carrying on her merry way.

XXX

Farther away from the great castle and closer to the Potter House, there is a lonely house on a hill.

From the outside, it is broken down and hunched in misery. But if one were to travel inside...there the magic begins. The inside is full of sweeping archways, corridors lined with heavy carpets and old tapestries. Lighted torches cast gloomy shadows and dark figures pass through. The torches glow an eerie and unnatural crimson light and give the appearance of blood and fire.

Gruesome, moving pictures on the wall depict scenes of agony and send a shiver down the spine. A loud crack splits the silent, heavy air and a small figure appears. The figure is hunched over but straightens when it sees no other around. The figure has mottle grey skin only broken by deep purple bruises edged with healing green and yellow skin.

It has spindly legs, bare feet, long fingers and floppy ears that are reminiscent of bat wings. It has a small face, a pointed chin and a long nose but the most remarkable thing about this figure, is the eyes. Luminescent green eyes glimmer with defiance and hope for a new future.

You see, Dobby the House-elf had just come from a meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore. Dobby the house-elf's true allegiance lay with the Light. Dobby is the house-elf for the Malfoy family but chooses to turn to Dumbledore. Dobby is a spy. Indeed, quite a good one. Because purebloods are so scornful of beings they think below them, they don't bother being as careful with what they say around them.

The wizards arrogance was going to get them killed one day. Dobby hurried down the corridor, his movements brisk though the ribs showing through his torn pillowcase should have given him no energy. He had learned about the two Dimension Hoppers. He had learned about the battle they had won effortlessly. Dread formed in his heart over the beating he was sure to get from his enraged masters but that was over-shadowed with his glee.

The Order had been fighting against the Dark Lord for years and had scarcely won any battles. All they seemed to do was barely survive the battles but the first battle these Dimension Hoppers led, resulted in a victory. Dobby couldn't contain his little hop of excitement. Perhaps the Light had a chance to win. Perhaps the world would no longer cower in fear.

Dobby took a sharp turn and promptly fell down. He looked up at the harsh face and cringed. His eyes dimmed as fear overtook him.

"What do you think you are doing?" The silky drawl that could only belong to the resident Potions Master rang out into the silent air. "Well? Answer me you wretched beast!" He hissed, cold black eyes narrowed with disgust. Dobby scrambled to his feet and bowed low to the Dark One's right hand man.

"S-so s-s-sorry sir! D-dobby did not mean to!" Dobby squeaked in a high voice. The Potions Master curled his lip in a snarl and looked down at his fellow spy (though he did not know it.) "Dobby will punish hisself!" Dobby squeaked and Snape whisked around him.

"See that you do." He called over his shoulder, hiding the disgust behind his best Occlumency shields. It wouldn't do for the Malfoy's house-elf to report him showing mercy. Severus hurried down the corridor, and entered the Dark Lord's Throne Room. The Dark Lord lounged lazily upon his throne, stroking his large snake and familiar, Nagini.

If you had not know what horrors the Dark Lord had committed, you would be convinced he could not do them. After all, beautiful people can do no wrong. And indeed, the Dark Lord was darkly beautiful. His long, lean form clad in silk robes hinted at power and muscles. His angular, aristocratic features told of his noble blood. His lips were constantly in a position that showed a smirk. His nose was pointed and his cheekbones were high.

Though like Dobby, his eyes were what captured the attention. Crimson eyes flecked through with silver surrounded by heavy silky lashes captured attention and many hearts. His tousled dark hair had a glossy sheen and as the Dark Lord ran a hand through it, Severus could understand how so many muggle-born and half-blood chits could fall for him.

A sneer crossed his face before it went blank again and Severus bowed to Riddle, seeing the frozen Regulus in the corner of his eyes. Because indeed, this was Riddle. Voldemort was the crazy snake face. This was Riddle as he was when he was rising to power.

"Severus-" The Dark Lord's voice, heavy with power and authority rang out. "What do you have to report for me?" He asked, his magic lazily coiled around him.

"My lord, it is bad news." Severus replied and the Dark Lord looked sharply at him. They hadn't had bad news in years. The Order posed no threat to them and he had almost finished completely infiltrating the Ministry. There should never be bad news anymore. "The capture of Hogsmeade was unsuccessful." Riddle sat up and glared at his most loyal servant.

"And why is that Severus? Where is Lucius?" He asked, not giving his Potions Master a chance to answer the first question.

"He is in the hospital wing." Severus answered reluctantly as the Dark Lord's eyes narrowed with anger and his magic rose to the call of his rage.

"And why is that?" He asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. Severus lowered his head submissively and closed his eyes.

"Because he was harmed. My lord, it is hard to explain. Shall I show you?" Severus asked, holding out a hand. Riddle eyed him for a second before standing and smoothly striding to him. Severus raised his head as his eyes met his Lords.

"Legilimens." Riddle whispered and plunged into the Potions Masters mind. Severus watched with his Lord as the Death Eaters first arrived in Hogsmeade. Though it was just a memory, Severus still had to hide a shiver at the eerie humming that caused the very air to vibrate. As Lucius gave his speech, they both observed the surrounding areas but did not see anything...until the boy stepped out.

He was the spitting image of Severus's childhood enemy.

He stood tall (though he was short) and proud. Though his smaller size should have taken away from his image, in the end, it didn't matter. What mattered was the magic writhing angrily around him. What mattered was the sheer determination and resolve in his eyes as he challenged the Dark Lord's left hand man. What mattered was his spells were strong enough to break through Lucius Malfoy's shield. What mattered is he took first blood from a high ranking Death Eater.

And then the battle started. They could only watch with disbelief as the Order attacked with precision and a viciousness that was never present before. Severus found himself marveling at how the boy-man could have rallied the Order so that they could fight in this way. And then Lucius used the Flesh Carving spell and he found the truth.

She came like a dark avenging angel. She stepped out of a building with her soldiers fanning out behind her and strode through the battle field as it didn't exist; a giant wolf matching her step for step. Spells swerved around her as she reached her destination. She grasped the man's arm and seeing them side by side, Severus knew they must be twins. There was no other option.

And then the impossible happened.

She reined him in. She called off the fierce warrior with a hand and word. And seeing the sheer amount of affection in her eyes, Riddle found himself surprised Lucius is still alive. She faced his Death Eater and strode forward. She was clad in the type of robes he had never seen before. They granted her a dangerous look, like she could even take him on and win with ease.

White feathers gleamed against her glossy curls and gave her a wild look only emphasized by the cold, deadly anger in her emerald gaze. She challenged his Death Eater but not in a usual way. She did it in a way that made Severus wonder if she was pureblooded. She instigated a dance with ease and dominated it. And then the spells were cast.

The large lions attacked his Death Eaters and though he should have been furious, Riddle could only admire how she turned the tables on his Death Eaters. One of them fell in front of her and Riddle watched her curiously as she watched the downed Death Eater blankly.

She used her foot to toe the mask off and then casually stuck a dagger through his heart. Riddle stiffened as she did it with a careless ease. She had killed before. The lions destroyed, she faced Lucius once more. She was darkly playful and her eyes glowed as deadly as Avada Kedavra. She called herself Venom and Riddle could appreciate that.

She was no threat to him though. Riddle thought and then she got Lucius. Riddle watched as she blew a silver ball of magic at Lucius and then the memory ended. For a moment, Riddle stood in his throne room, thinking over the deadly girl. They would have to be watched, he decided. They were too dangerous for him to allow them to continue as they were.

Because of these two strangers that must be Potters, he had lost the first major battle in years and it couldn't be allowed. His mind set, Riddle strode from the Throne Room to question Lucius.

The thought that these dangerous two could be the the two babies he killed all those years ago never crossing his mind. Sadly, the same could not be said for the Potions Master, who's frozen form was staring sadly at the equally frozen form of his once-upon-a-time best friend.


The Dark Lord Loses first battle in Years!

written by

Rita Skeeter

Yes, my dear readers, it is true. The Dark Lord Voldemort has lost a battle. The Battle for Hogsmeade to be exact. How? You ask. Well, I shall tell you.

On the eve of the Battle for Hogsmeade, the air was heavy with danger and tension, as the villagers of Hogsmeade had heard they were to be targeted next by the Dark Lord. The woman, children and elderly were shepherded away to Hogwarts while the men and woman left to fight convened in the Hogs Head. As you may or may not know, the Hogs Head is owned and run by Aberforth Dumbledore, the younger brother of our beloved Light Leader, Albus Dumbledore.

Returning to the topic though, those willing to fight gathered in the Hogs Head to plan. Aberforth attempted to control the rowdy crowd but quickly lost control over the angry villagers. Just as he stepped down from his platform (a table), he was approached by a girl, not even out of Hogwarts. But despite that, she had an air about her that was full of determination and the thirst for a fight.

She was dressed quite impressively with an unusual style of battle robes that lent her a rather dangerous air. Her luminous green eyes did nothing to change that image and indeed, only bolstered it. She lept onto the table and in seconds, the bar was quiet. The reason? Her magic. Once loosened, it was intimidating. Full of anger and loss, it was no wonder the people listened to her. She gave a speech that I saw fit to write down. Read it dear readers and I dare you to tell me you would not have followed her to battle.

"The Death Eaters are expecting to be facing unsuspecting Hogsmeade villagers. They are not expecting a fight. They will be lazy and overconfident. We are going to change that. They will attack...we will attack back." - Unknown Speaker

As the battle started, the Death Eaters were off balance from the start. In the end, our mysterious savior and her brother drove the Death Eaters away and saved Hogsmeade.

Whomever you are, we the Wizarding World, extend our deepest and sincerest thanks.


I snort and drop the newspaper, ignoring the picture of a triumphant Harry and I with our arms around each other on the front of the newspaper. I sit down and start to eat a bowl of oatmeal, not bothering to comment on the front page.

"That's it?" Jareth asks in disbelief. "No comments? Nothing? Not even an explanation?" Jareth asks and I raise my eyes to his.

"What did your parents tell you?" I ask him and he flushes.

"Not to bother you guys about the battle." He mutters belligerently and I laugh.

"Then maybe you should listen to them." I gently needle and he nods reluctantly. I watch his discouraged face and feel an unexpected flash of sympathy for my might-have-been brother. "Tell you what. I can take you to Diagon Alley and we can look and see if they have any new plants in. Sound good?" I ask and he perks up.

"Sure!" Then his face falls. "But Mom and Dad won't agree. They've been really strict about leaving the house without them. But thanks for offering." Jareth says and I roll my eyes.

"Wow, are all of you this goody-two-shoes?" I ask and he stares at me. "Look, I can take care of them. Just go get ready and meet me down here in a few minutes." I tell him and he doubtfully goes to do as I say. I leave the kitchen and walk down the hall where James's study is. I knock on the door and open it.

"I'm busy- Oh. Come on in." James deadpans as I walk in and settle into a chair.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley and I wanted to know if Jareth can tag along. He wants to check if there are any new plants." Almost before I finish speaking, James starts shaking his head.

"No, I can't allow that." James says, his hazel eyes serious and I snort, standing up.

"I wasn't asking. I'm an adult, I don't need permission. I just figured you would want to know where your son was going." I tell him, amusement shinning in my green eyes. James sighs and gets up, running a hand through his wild hair.

"I'll come with you, I need to get something and I also was heading out to stop at my office anyway." James says and I roll my eyes as we leave his study.

"Fine, you can come along. I'll be right down." I jog up the stairs and reach my-the room. I shut the door behind me and open my trunk. I trot down the stairs and reach my closet. I pull out a black lace, scoop-necked tank top, a pair of white shorts and pair of cute black ankle lace up boots. I slip in a silver snake navel ring, a snake ear cuff that curves around my ear and settles in the middle, and put on a small silver snake ring with a streak of black down the middle.

I slip my wand in a thigh holster and brush my glossy, inky black curls. I decide to do something different with my hair. I leave the longer hair down near my face in wispy tendrils and make a few subtle braids in my hair. Then, I gather my hair back and make it in to an elegant, loose bun. I toss my head and flip my hair out of my eyes as I secure the bun with a few pins.

I slick on some lip gloss, a little eyeliner and grab my choker. It has a black velvet choker with a beautiful design in the middle made of silver. My other-mum's necklace stays on but I glamour it so no one can see it. I smirk at my reflection and blow myself a kiss before allow Marauder out, letting Nyx curl around my wrist in her small size and let Hope out. I shrink my trunk and attach it to my leather band with the wolf stamped metal bit and grab my basic black over robes. I slip them on and leave them open.

I walk across the hallway and knock on the door. Harry opens it with an amused face and leans against the doorway.

"What's got you so happy?" He asks and I roll my eyes at him.

"I'm going to Diagon Alley. You in?" I ask and he raises an eyebrow.

"What's your angle?" He asks and I smirk, my emerald eyes glinting into his.

"Two words "Rita Skeeter." Harry doesn't pause and grabs his robes, slipping them on over his jeans, converse, and t-shirt. He grabs his wand as we head down the hall.

"So, what's the plan?" Harry asks and I grin up at him.

"Jareth is coming with us, we cause a distraction with him at the center and sneak away while James is focused on him." I shrug. "Shouldn't be too hard." I tell him arrogantly and Harry laughs.

"So Dad's coming too?" He asks and I stop. He walks a few steps before turning around.

"Harry." My tone is sad but firm. Harry clenches his jaw and looks away, knowing what I am getting at. "They aren't our parents. We need to remember that. Both of us. We have a home to go back to, Harry. You have Ronald and Hermione. Harry. We have Teddy. You remember him? Our godson?" I ask sarcastically and Harry flinches, the guilty look on his face giving me my answer. "Look, once upon a time that could have been us with our parents but we can't have that-"

"But don't you see? That's just the thing. We can have them. This is our second chance!" Harry exclaims and I shake my head.

"We have to get home Harry." Harry shakes his head.

"NO. I don't want to go back...and I do at the same time." He runs his hands through his hair and faces me. "What about you? Did you ever think that Fred and George are alive in this world?" Harry asks and I flinch.

"Low blow, brother." I whisper, pain in my voice and Harry winces.

"Sorry." He apologizes and I nod.

"Look, I just want you to promise me, you will try and distance yourself?" I ask and Harry hesitates but nods.

"I promise." I smile weakly at him and lean into his side as we walk down the stairs where James and Jareth are waiting for us. Shaking off the sadness, I grin at Jareth. He stares at me for a second before moodily looking away. I frown and Harry shrugs at me, just as confused.

"Ready to go?" James asks and we nod, following him to the fireplace. I take a pinch of Floo Power call out "Diagon Alley." I step inside and tuck my elbows close as I whirl through the Floo network. When I feel it slow, I smoothly step out and find myself in the Leaky Cauldron. The moment I step out, the pub falls silent and I look around. I stride up to the first table I see. The small family stares at me with wide eyes as I smile sweetly at them.

"Might I borrow your paper?" I ask and the blonde mother silently hands me the newspaper, Harry and I on the front page. I sit at the counter and scan the paper, ignoring the looks. "Tom! Four butterbeers." I toss a couple of galleons on the counter and he scoops them up, setting down four butterbeers. I sip on mine and turn when the fireplace roars to life.

"Twin!" I call, ignoring the whispers and a relived look spreads over Harry's face as he squeezes through the small crowd and over to me.

"Merlin, I had forgotten how bad the attention could be." Harry mutters and I grin, glancing down at my tattoo on my wrist.

"I don't know why you are complaining." I grin charmingly and ruffle the top of my head, lounging on my stool. "The attention feels good." I joke and Harry gives me a disapproving look over the top of his butterbeer. I laugh at him and wipe a smudge of soot from his cheek. "Still no good at Flooing, huh bro?" I ask and he scowls at me. I giggle into my drink and he sighs.

"I just don't get how you can do it and come out looking perfect!" He exclaims and I laugh as the fireplace lights up again. Jareth looks around uncertainly, his hazel eyes wary.

"Oy, Jareth! Over here!" I call and relief spreads over his face as he hurries to us.

"What took so long?" I ask and he hesitates before shrugging awkwardly.

"Just had to talk to dad about something." I nod understandingly and hand him his butterbeer. "Thanks." He quirks a half smile as he takes a sip.


Second Person Pov - Jareth and James


Jareth is a good kid.

He gets good grades, has his non-dangerous hobbies and lots of friends. He knows that his parents long for the kids they lost but he also knows they love him with everything in them. All his life, there was something missing in their eyes but Jareth never really knew that it was there until they showed up.

They looked like they were his older siblings and it was uncanny how alike they were to each other. Harry and Alisia showed up one day and he found his mum humming happily. His dad was beaming and whistling. And even though they've only been here for a little while, Jareth feels both jealous and grateful. He is jealous because they make his parents happy and he is grateful because they can make his parents happy.

So Jareth isn't sure how he should feel when he hears them arguing about keeping their distance.

Jareth knows his parents and he can see how happy they are. He can see the hope in their eyes and knows they think of these two as a second chance. Jareth is a smart kid. He knows there is something going on. How could he not? He is a Ravenclaw. Jareth knows something doesn't add up. These two strangers are cool and all but there is something off about them.

Harry looks at his parents with fear, hope and longing so fierce it makes Jareth feel like he is intruding on something private. And Alisia...there is something so intense about her, like everyday is her last. She looks at his parents with longing but also with aversion, like she can't stand them. And it confuses him. He knows they lost their parents.

He knows they have gone through some harsh stuff, but he just can't figure them out. Harry and Alisia Dux are a mystery to him. They claim they were home-schooled but then they tell about a prank that takes place at a school. And Jareth didn't realize it at first...but didn't Alisia mention Flitwick, McGonagall and Snape in the prank?

It just confuses him because he knows he's never seen them before at his school. They aren't the type of people you forget. And then there was the conversation they had in the hallway.

Talking about Rita Skeeter and Harry calling his dad Dad. It was weird. And then they started talking about second chances and distance and it just made Jareth's head spin. He couldn't figure it out.

So he waited until they went through the Floo and confronted his dad.

It was time he knew the truth.


James Potter knew Alisia isn't the type to be wrong.

So why is he so surprised when Jareth puts the pieces together so quickly and confronts him? He really should have known better. Faced with his son's pleading gaze, James quickly told Jareth about the clever lie Alisia thought up and waits with bated breath for him to swallow it. To his great relief and shame, he does and James hugs him before sending him through the Floo.

James runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. Then he thinks of something and groans. Sirius has always liked being right and jumps at the chance to say "I told you so." Remembering the numerous snarky comments and mischievous glances, something tells James his other-daughter could very well be the same.

And though he groans at the thought, James can't quite hide the warm glow of thinking of Alisia as his daughter.

He has his kids back and now it is time to get them to realize the same thing.

They are his kids and no way in hell is he letting them go...not ever again.


XXX

I watch warily as James joins us in the Leaky Cauldron.

He has a wary look on his face and I glance at Harry, worried. Harry shrugs back before sending a pointed look at me. He is basically reminding me I should distance myself. Cheeky little shit. I make a face back and Harry grins.

"Okay guys, ready to go?" James asks and I finish my butterbeer, hopping off the stool.

"I'm good." I chirp, bouncing on my heels, eager to go. Harry laughs at me as he gets up and slings an arm over my shoulder.

"Relax little sister." He teases. "We are going." I pout up at him.

"Not fast enough." Harry snorts as we go out back and enter Diagon Alley. I roll my eyes at him and turn to Jareth. "Lead the way." I tell him and he lead us to a small shop called "Unusual Magical Plants." We walk inside and it is like we are transported to a greenhouse. It is moist and humid inside and there is green everywhere. I linger by the door while Jareth walks through the place, a delighted grin on his face.

"Aren't you going to look at the plants?" James asks and I shake my head, tucking my hands under my arms, fidgeting from foot to foot.

"Nah, Herbology was never my strong suit. It's probably best if I stay away from the plants." I tell him and he laughs as he joins his son. As soon as his attention moves away from us, I turn to Harry, dropping the uncertain act. "Ready?" I ask and he nods. We pull out two transfigured dolls out and quickly glamour them to look like us while Harry slips us both under the Cloak.

We slip out of the little shop and down the alleyways.

"There." Harry whispers, spotting her. She is striding down the Alley dressed in the familiar acid green, her styled hair not moving an inch. I slip out from under the Cloak and walk to a store a little in front of her. I pretend to look at the stuff in the window and can tell the exact moment she notices me. I glance up and fake a look of shock before speedily walking through the Alley.

I lead her around and then head back to the Alley Harry and I were in, pretending to look around in relief before ducking in. When Rita looks in Alley, we can see her look of confusion as she sees an 'empty' alleyway. She steps further in, peering around while Harry and I maneuver behind her. Harry pulls the Cloak off us and we both lean against a wall, twirling our wands and waiting for her to notice us.

"Oy, Harry." I say innocently, pretending not to notice her whirl around with a shocked look on her face. "Have you ever wondered what would happen to a bug if you kept it locked in a jar without feeding it? How long do you think it would last?" I ask and Rita pales. Harry smiles wickedly, green eyes glinting.

"It wouldn't last. Not very long, I'd imagine. What do you say to a little experiment?" Harry asks and we both look at Rita. She holds out her wand but my smirk widens as it see it shaking.

"D-don't hurt me. I'm Rita Skeeter and I am very important-" Harry and I advance, every step synchronized.

"We know who you are." Harry and I chorus, our voices sounding eerie when we pair them up with such a dark tone. "And we don't appreciate you writing about us without our permission." We tell her and she quails.

"B-but it was only good things!" She squeaks but the glint in her eyes tell us all we need to know.

"For how long?" We ask, snarls appearing on our faces and she shuts her jaw so fast I can hear her teeth click together. Then, as we planned, a charming smirk appears on Harry's face as I move back a few steps.


Second Person POV - Harry Potter


As Harry Potter advances on the cowardly Rita Skeeter, he can't help but reflect on how he got here.

Harry knows his sister is a good person. But she has been through so much that she has changed. And he doesn't really get that part. Harry has been through a lot but he doesn't feel like he has changed too much from his 17 year old self. But then again, he didn't spend multiple years chasing after murderous Death Eaters that held a torch for his blood.

It was unnerving really. The way his sister has both recoiled inside of herself and blossomed. She never used to be this outspoken and vicious. She used to be shy and quiet.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Rita asks, her green eyes wide with fear as she backs away. Disgust washes over Harry, hating that he put the fear in her eyes but a subtle prod from his twin has him shoving it away. He doesn't enjoy this. He is a Gryffindor. He fights the battles in the open. This underhanded Slytherin tactic doesn't sit right with him.

But.

But he will do it for her. Because she is his twin and family.

"Nothing." Harry flashes a charming grin and stops advancing. The look on her face clearly showing her disbelief. "Not if you give an Unbreakable Vow that is." Harry says and she freezes.

"And why would I do that?" She asks, relaxing a little as she can no longer see his twin. Harry hides a smirk, knowing she is hidden under the Cloak.

"Because being an unregistered Animagus is illegal and can lead to 20 years to life in Azkaban. That's why." Harry responds, green eyes trained on her face as she struggles with herself.

"What would you have me pledge?" She asks, a cunning gleam appearing in her eyes.

"You will not write anything that will cast my twin and I in a bad life. You will not write anything supporting You-Know-Who or anything against the people fighting him. You will get to interview my twin and I before anyone else but you have to write it the way we say. Those are the terms. Do you agree?" Harry asks and she hesitates.

Rita Skeeter was once a writer that wrote for the the truth (she was after all, a Ravenclaw) but after years of being looked over, she gave in and started writing the gossip rags. Right now, she is fighting her Ravenclaw self, her gossip rag self and the desire not to be killed.

"Well?" Harry asks, allowing a hint of impatience to creep in his voice. Rita stiffens, tracking his movements and nods.

"I agree." She says and gasps as his twin appears again.

"Good." Alisia says, moving forward with an uncanny grace. Her boots are silent as if she is not wearing anything on her feet at all. Rita looks his twin up and down, envy flashing over her face before she hides it. Harry can see why she would be envious. Rita only wears the acid green robes and those don't flatter her all that well. Alisia on the other hand, wears a mix of Muggle clothes and Wizard robes and pulls it off effortlessly. Harry hides a smile as he remembers a time when the word fashion wasn't even in Alisia's vocabulary. He kind of misses those days. And then he remembers how often he forgot about her those days and changes his mind.