Changes that's happening in this story.
Aleena Potter is the chosen one, not Harry.
The Dursley's treat Harry as if he was their own, whereas they treat Aleena like she's dirt.
Harry bullies Aleena and doesn't really like her.
The Malfoy's are not death Eaters and are blood traitors.
The Malfoy's and the Weasley's are friends.
The Vega family will be replacing the Malfoy's. The mother: Hazel Vega. The father: Tony Vega. Their son: Ethan Vega.
Harry, Hermione and Ethan are sorted into Slytherin and are the school bullies.
Hermione is Pure-Blood in this story.
Aleena, Ron and Draco are sorted into Gryffindor. There's also a Muggle-Born who acts like Hermione, but not 100% like her.
Out of character Harry, Hermione, Draco, Lucius and Narcissa.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr Dursley was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.
The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they haven't met for several years, which upset Mrs Dursley. She had always dreamt that someday they would rekindle their relationship but that never happened, so she pretends that she didn't have a sister because it was easier than keep wishing what could have been.
When they were little, Lily and Petunia were the best of friend, but all that changed when Lily got accepted in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly and left Petunia behind. As the years went on, they became more and more distanced much to their annoyance, but both girls were to stubborn to make the first move.
Mr Dursley, on the other hand, is glad that his wife never got in touch with her sister. He couldn't bear it if people found out that he had witches and wizards in his family. He was scared that people will mock and laugh at him for having freaks in the family.
Vernon knew that the Potters had two small children, but they had never even seen the little boy and girl. These children are another good reason why Mr Dursley is glad that Petunia isn't in touch with Lily, because he knew that they will grown up just like their mother and father and he didn't want Dudley to mix with children like that.
When Mr and Mrs Dursleys woke up on the dull, Tuesday, they woke up to find that the sky was cloudy and grey, but it showed no sign of strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Vernon picked out a tie for work whilst Petunia gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window
At half past eight, Vernon picked up his briefcase and kissed his wife on the cheek. He tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was no having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the wall.
"Little tyke" chortled Vernon as he left the house. He got into his car and back out of the driveway, but stopped in his tracks when he saw a tabby cat sitting on the wall at the corner of the street. This cat seemed to be reading a map. Vernon closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again he saw that the cat was still on the wall, but there was no map in sight.
Must have been the trick of the light, he thought to himself as he drove down the street. He glanced in his mirror and saw the cat reading the sign that Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. He turned the corner of the street and put the cat out of his mind.
As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about, people in cloaks. Vernon gripped his steering wheel tightly. He knew that witches and wizards wore cloaks like that, but it can't have anything to do with them, can it? Vernon knew that witches and wizards mustn't done anything that could risk exposing of the wizarding world.
He roughly shook his head. These people are not witches and wizard. These people are obviously collecting for something ... yes, that would be it. Vernon was pulled of his thoughts when the traffic started moving and a few minute later, Vernon arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on the drill order he was getting that day.
Vernon always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street; they pointed and gazed open-mouths as owl after owl sped overhead.
It was now lunchtime and Vernon was treating himself to a bun from the baker's opposite his work. He was half way across the street when he saw more people dressed in cloaks. He glared at them angrily as he passed them, not that they noticed, they seemed to be whispering happily to each other. It's only when he passed them that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard -"
"- yes, their daughter, Aleena -"
Vernon stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked at back at the people in cloaks as if he wanted to say something to them, but though better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone. He had almost finished dialling his home number when he changed his mind.
He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache. He was just being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a daughter called Aleena. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his niece was called Aleena. He'd never even seen the girl. It might have been Alice or Abi. Plus, the Potters had a son too, so if it was about them, then they would have mentioned him too, right?
When he left the building at 5 o'clock, he was still so worried about the people in cloaks that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. "Sorry" he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Vernon realised that the man was wearing a violet cloak.
"Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today!" the man said, in a squeaky voice. "Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day!"
The old man hugged Vernon around the middle and walked off. He stood rooted to the spot. Vernon had no idea who this You-Know-Who person was. He knew of the wizarding world, of course, but he knew nothing about it or what happens there, not that he would want to anyway.
He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he's spotted that morning. It was no sitting on his garden wall.
Vernon glared at the cat with narrow eyes as he entered the house. He turned around and saw the cat giving him a stern look as he closed the door. The Dursleys sat down for dinner where Petunia told Vernon all about her day and how their next door neighbour are having problems with their daughter, then she went on to tell him that Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't')
When Dudley had been put to bed, Vernon went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news, where they talked about bird watchers reporting that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today, then they went on to talk about all the shooting stars that have been reported in Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee.
Vernon sat frozen in his armchair but he didn't have time to think it over when Petunia walking into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. She sat down in the armchair beside him and drank her tea happily. Vernon couldn't take it any longer, he had to say something.
He cleared his throat nervously. "Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"
Petunia chocked on her tea. He knew how painful it was for Petunia to talk about Lily, so why would he being her up for?
"You know I haven't, Vernon!" she snapped. "Why do you ask?"
"It's just there's been some funny things happening today. Owls flying in the daylight. Shooting stars all over Britain, and I saw a few people in cloaks on the way to work this morning. I just can't help but thinking that's it's something to do with her lot."
"Don't be silly, Vernon!" Petunia said, although she was shocked to hear that. It did sounds like it had something to do with the wizarding world, but she wasn't getting her hopes up. She knew that even if it was something to do with her sister, then Lily would never get into contact with her, even though, Petunia secretly wished that she would.
Petunia sipped her tea through pursed lips. Vernon wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter' He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could.
"Their daughter - she would be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't her? Same with their son?"
"I suppose so" Petunia said.
"What's the girls name again? Alice, isn't it?"
"Aleena. Nasty name if you ask me. And their son is named Harry."
Vernon felt his heart sink into his stomach. He didn't say anything else on the matter and they went upstairs to bed. While Petunia was in the bathroom, Vernon crept over to the window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there.
It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something. The Dursleys got into bed. Petunia fell asleep quickly but Vernon lay awake, turning it all over his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potter were involved, there was no need for them to come near him and Petunia. The Potter knew very well what he though about them and their kind.
The cat was still on the wall outside and it was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, it's eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. Just then, a man appeared on the corner of the street. He appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The man was tall, thin and very old, judging by the sliver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.
He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes, bright and sparkling behind his half-moon glasses and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man was Albus Dumbledore.
The cat stared at him as he rummaged in his cloak for something. He must have known that the cat was watching him because he suddenly looked up and chuckled.
"I should have known" he muttered. He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it . The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat.
Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."
He turned to smile at the tabby cat, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather sever-looking woman who was wearing square glasses and emerald green robes. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffy."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day. I wanted to know for sure if the the rumours were true. Are they true, Dumbledore? Has You-Know-Who really gone?"
"It certainty seems so" Dumbledore said.
"And Lily and James are - are they dead?"
Dumbledore bowed his head. McGonagall gasped. "Lily and James ... I can't believe it ... I don't want to believe it ... Oh Albus ..."
"I know" Dumbledore said softly, as he patted her on the shoulder.
McGonagall's voice trembled as she went one. "But that's not all. They're saying that he tried to kill the Potter's daughter, but he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little girl. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Aleena Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone."
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's - it's true?" faltered McGonagall. "After all he's done … all the people he's killed … he couldn't kill that little girl? It's just astounding … of all the things to stop him … but how in the name of heaven did Aleena survive?"
"We can only guess" Dumbledore said. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her glasses. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it.
"Hagrid's late" he said, before turning to McGonagall. "I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"
"Yes" she nodded. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I've come to bring Harry and Aleena to their aunt and uncle. They're the only family they have left now."
"You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?" McGonagall cried, jumping to he feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. and they've got this son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry and Aleena Potter come and live here!"
"It's the best place for them" Dumbledore said firmly. "Their aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to them when they are older. I've written them a letter."
"A letter" repeated McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand them! Aleena will be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Aleena Potter Day in the future - there will be books written about her - every child in our world will know her name!"
"Exactly" said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any child's head. Famous before she could walk and talk! Famous for something she won't even remember! Can't you see how better off she will be, growing up away from all that until she's ready to take it, same with Harry?"
McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and hen said, "Yes - yes, you're right, of course. But how are the children getting here, Dumbledore?"
She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding them underneath it.
"Hagrid's bringing them."
"You think it's wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"
"I would trust Hagrid with my life."
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place" McGonagall said grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?"
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it was swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.
If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he hand hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding two bundle of blankest.
"Hagrid" Dumbledore said, sounding relived. "At last. And where did you get the motorbike?"
"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir" the giant said, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it me. I've got them, sir."
"No problems, were there?" Dumbledore asked.
"No, sir - house was almost destroyed but I got them out all right before the Muggles started swarming around. They fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol."
Dumbledore and McGonagall bent forwards over the first bundle of blanket. Inside, just visible, was a baby girl, fast asleep. Under a tuft of red hair over her forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
"Is that where - ?" whispered McGonagall.
"Yes" Dumbledore said. "She will have that scars forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't" he said, looking at the second bundle of blanket. Inside was a baby boy with black hair, but unlike his sister, little Harry didn't have a mark on him. Dumbledore took both children out of Hagrid's arms and walked towards the Dursley's house.
He stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He gently put Harry and Aleena down on the doorstep, took the letter out if his cloak and tucked it inside Aleena's blanket before walking back over to McGonagall and Hagrid.
They stood there and watched the children for a few seconds before they said their goodbyes and went different ways. Hagrid got back on his bike and flew into the sky. McGonagall turned back into a cat and disappeared into the night. Dumbledore walked down the street and took out his Put-Outer, he clicked it and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps, lighting up the street again. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four
"Good luck, Aleena Potter" he muttered. "And good luck, Harry."
Dumbledore turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. Aleena rolled over in her blanket but slept on, not knowing she was special, not knowing she was famous, not knowing that people were meeting in secret all over the country holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Aleena Potter - the girl who lived!'
Petunia got woken up but the sound of a baby cry, thinking that it was her son, Dudley, she got out of bed to check on him, only to found him fast asleep. She frowned to herself. Where was crying coming from? She turned the landing light on and walked down stairs. She frowned even more when the crying was coming from outside her front door.
She quickly grabbed the key off the key holder and opened the front door. Petunia gasped in surprise and shock when she saw two babies lying on her doorstep. One little boy and one little girl. It was the little boy who was crying. She gentle picked them up and bought them into the house. Petunia walked into the living room and placed them down on the chairs.
The baby boy stopped crying and looked at her. She gaped when she saw a pair of greens eyes that she knew all too well. "Lily's eyes" she whispered. What's going on? she thought to herself. She saw that the little girl was holding a letter. She took it off him and read it to herself.
She has tears running down her face by the time she had finished. Lily was dead. He sister was dead and it was because of the little girl that was sleeping happily next to her brother. Petunia couldn't believe it. Her sister was gone and she's never going to see her again. Sure, the two of them hadn't seen each other in years, but it was still nice to know that Lily was still there if Petunia ever did want to reach out to her, but that's never going to happen now and it's all Aleena Megan Potter's fault.
Petunia looked at her and growled quitely, which made the little boy giggle and tried to do the same thing. Petunia let a small smile appear on her face. She felt different towards Harry than she did with Aleena. From this day on, she swore to make Aleena pay for taking her sister away, as for Harry, she swore to love him as her own.