It is well known by all wizards that you cannot bring back the dead. There is no spell that can help your loved ones to come back to life. What is not as well known, is that that is not exclusively true. Certain circumstances allow the dead to come back. Sometimes.

We all have a fate, a destiny. Subconsciously, we all know what is going to happen to us. We even know when we are going to die, and how. But it was not my time, our time. My brother's and I were not ready to die. We had a job to complete. We were not through yet. That is why we could come back.

At the moment that all life had nearly fled from my body and the body of Harry as well, I knew. I knew it was not time. There is an ancient incantation used by wizards for centuries in Egypt. It was long lost, but since I had lived in Egypt for so long, I had uncovered it. It was what I was looking at the day that I met Ron and Fred Weasly. I began to use the non-verbal incantation, praying that it would work for all of us.

My life would be pretty sucky if the incantation did not work, but it did so everything is cool. Warmth filled my body, my heart, my very soul. I was reborn. I felt so alive and then, I took my first breath of new life. Air flooded my lungs and I returned to earth.

I opened my eyes to see the dark fabric of Chris's shirt. It was warm. He to was alive. I lifted my head and looked up to see many teary teachers around me.

"He's alive," was all I could manage to say. I was so excited that we were going to make it through this unbelievable hurdle in life.

We were rushed into the hospital wing once again where we found Madam Pomfery staring in disbelief at Harry, who, I am glad to say, was wide awake and alive.

Madam Pomfery said, "His pulse. He was dead. He…he….this is unreal."

"Lots of things are unbelievable, we just have to believe them anyway and move on," I replied.

After all the chaos had died down you can believe that there was a lot of explaining to do. Telling two oblivious boys that they had just died and that you three were triplets is nothing to be taken lightly. When we were all on the same page we just sat together in silence. For the first time a broken family was being put back together.

We were interrogated by the teachers about the past events. The whole truth came out. From birth to near death. The whole story. When I finished the long epic tale, my voice was hoarse and it was two in the morning. We were dismissed and the three of us left to go to bed.

We reached a split in the corridor. Harry and I needed to go one way, while Chris needed to go the other. We were unwilling to leave each other, but sleep is something difficult to fight in the wee hours of the morning. For the first time ever, we met in a loving sibling embrace.

Harry and I continued down the corridor until we reached Griffindor common room. We passed through the portrait hole to find the entire house up and waiting for us. The first person to rush toward us was Ron. He ran right over to Harry and screamed, "We were told you were dead! Bloody hell! Tell me right now what happened!"

The whole crowd also wanted to hear the story, so, sadly, we were forced to comply. At four in the morning, Harry and I finally made our way upstairs to bed. As I curled up under the sheets I thought about what an awful day it had been. At the same time, it was one of the most wonderful days ever. With all my memories of childhood and my family swimming in my head, I fell fast asleep.

I began to dream, as is custom when you are sleeping. I was a happy girl with my two brothers. We were having a lovely time and I was never happier. Suddenly, the sky turned dark and the dark mark shown in the sky. The scar over my heart burned as I had never felt before. Like the sky, my soul turned black as coal. I wanted to hurt, to kill my brothers. I drew my wand and I heard myself shout, "AVADA KADAVRA!"

I bolted awake in a sweat and shaking all over. What a rotten dream. Having a bit of Voldemort's soul, I was used to these types of dreams, but I had never actually killed anyone in my dreams. I had killed my brothers. I felt dirty. Killing wasn't exactly my thing.

I got out of bed and rubbed my head. I grabbed some clothes and went to go take a shower. After getting dressed and drying my hair I left my room and went to go find Harry and Chris. On my way down the hall I was attacked by an extremely worried Fred.

"I thought you were dead! Are you okay? I just heard that you were up and alive! How do you feel?"

"I'm alright but you are squeezing me so hard that I can barely breathe," I said in a chocked little voice.

"Sorry. I'm just so happy to see you! I was so worried. I barely ate all week."

"I was out of it for an entire week!"

"You, Harry, and that Chris kid. It was weird. You want something to eat?"

I was kind of hungry so I agreed and we entered the Great Hall to an unbelievable uproar. Who knew I was so popular? The entire had already heard my story except for my boyfriend, Fred. The irony. The one person who is supposed to know the most about me knows almost nothing.

After another long winded explanation of the whole situation, I managed to get away from all those people and set out to find Harry and Chris. I found the two of them talking by the lake. I sat down and joined them. We talked about everything that had happened since we parted. We told our own stories. Harry had to live with the family from, I was hidden by the ministry, and Chris was put in a foster home with some really really rich family who wanted to send him to some plush little muggle school.

I loved talking to the two of them. It was nice to finally have a family again. I hadn't had one since I was born. But something was bothering. My dream, the image of me killing my brothers filled my mind. Suddenly I realized something. It shocked so fully that I screamed out loud.

"VOLDEMORT KNOWS!" I yelled.

"Knows what? What's wrong?" Harry said.

"He knows that I am your sister. He knows that there are three of us. He knows that there are three people who can destroy him. I had a dream. In it the three of us were playing and suddenly I saw the dark mark and I felt…"

How could I tell them that in my dream I killed them. I stopped mid sentence and starred out over the lake.

"You felt what Lizzy?" Chris asked.

"I felt my scar burn. Voldemort knows."

We sat together for a long time, not saying anything. We looked at each other and silently made a decision. One that would change our lives. One that would change this school. One that would change the entire world. Muggles and Wizards alike. I ground shaking decision made silently between the living members of the chosen family.