Alexandra Potter, was proud to say she was the girl who survived, thank you very much.

The only survivor of Voldemort's attack in 1981, she was regarded as somewhat of a celebrity.

Scratch that, she IS a celebrity.

11 years and she's still being hounded by cameras and signing autographs like its her job.

It was a matter of controversy on the survival of her twin Harry Potter, and noone truly knew whether he survived. After all, the body was never found.

She grew up within the safety of Hogwarts to all that were concerned, however some reporters swore that she was spotted roaming Diagon Alley with the Malfoys.

Until of course, it was confirmed by Lucius himself that the heroine was staying with them, temporarily of course.

The paparazzi didn't leave Malfoy Manor for over two months.

It is to be disputed whether they took bathroom breaks.

August 31 1991

"Couldn't sleep?"

"You're the one that told me to meet you up here Draco!" said Alexandra, wrapping her blanket tighter.

"Tonight's the last night we spend here, we're off to Hogwarts tomorrow! Of course we need to spend it with the stars!" he said rolling his eyes and laying back down.

They sat in silence for a while, both contemplating the next seven years of their life.

"Hey look, I think you're missing a star." Alex said, her red hair blowing into her face as she pointed towards a far off constellation.

"I think you've lost some, I've got all 14!"

"I don't think soooooo..." she whispered mockingly.

"Liar liar, robes on- WAIT I AM MISSING ONE!"

They laughed together.

"Draco, no matter what happens, we'll always be friends right?"

"Yeah."

"Promise?"

"I promise." he said holding her hand.

September 1st 1991

Meeting harry

Alexandra tossed her long hair back as she took in the sight of the train. Despite spending her better years at Hogwarts, she had never taken the train, opting to apparate with Professor Snape to and from Spinner's end.

Beside her, stands Narcissa Malfoy, a hand on her son's shoulder as she reminds him of the reputation he has to maintain. Her face is pinched in a frown as she realises the boy is far more interested in finding a compartment.

She adjusts his robes once more before turning towards Alexandra.

"Now, Alexandra, make sure to not cause too much trouble, I do know about your... aquaintance with those... twins."

"Yes, Mrs Malfoy." Alexandra said with a polite smile.

"Salazar's sake, child, how many times must I ask you to call me Narcissa? Oh and do make sure Draco doesn't cause trouble either, I should hate to have to pick the two of you up for trivial reasons."

"Mother!"

"It would be a pleasure Mrs Malfoy."

Narcissa lets out a little sigh as she let go out the children, looking at them one last time before she left.

"It seemed like only yesterday the two of you set fire to the peacocks." she smiled, not half as coldly as one would expect a Malfoy to.

"Wasn't that four years ago mother?" asked Draco, tapping his foot as he searched for his companions, or as Alex liked to put it 'goons', Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

"Precisely." replied Narcissa, composing herself once more, and putting a little pouch filled with galleons into Alexandra's hand.

"This is for the trolley, if you require any more, you must only owl."

"Thank you so m-"

"How come she gets the money and I don't?" whined Draco, who was starting to turn a bit red.

"Darling, you'd spend it on the first thing you'd see."

"I WOULD NO-"

Sensing an argument, Alexandra looped her arm through Draco's and bidding Narcissa goodbye, headed towards the train.

She nearly boarded the train when she heard a shout.

"OI-" started a redhead,

"GET OVER HERE-"

"WE HAVE SOMETHING-"

"TO SHOW YOU!" finished George dragging a black-haired boy forward.

Alexandra pushed Draco into a compartment with Theodore Nott (another black-haired boy) and ran back out towards the twins.

She gasped.

"Boys, you cannot be dragging first years for pranks-"

"AHA-"

"YOU SEE-"

"THIS IS A VERY SPECIAL FIRST YEAR." they finished in unison.

Green eyes met blue. The green eyes she had only seen in few, precious photos.

Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived, chosen one, holder of many monikers, stood right before her.

"I don't understand," she settled for, "Who is this?"

Pause.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"And I'm Albus Dumbledore."

Pause.

"You're not joking."

"Um, why would I pretend, to, err, be me?"

"I don't know, people try anything these days."

They looked around awkwardly.

"If, by some miracle, you are indeed Harry Potter then you are not dead-"

"I think so." Harry said, nervously tugging at his fringe.

"Liar liar robes on fire,"

"TRAIN LEAVING IN FIVE-"

Alexandra pulled Harry onto the train, it would be a shame if she missed the train due to the twins meddling.

"So, if you're actually Harry Potter, where's the scar?" Alexandra questioned, crossing her arms, a smirk on her face.

Harry lifted his fringe and Alex let out a little yelp of surprise.

"Oh merlin- You're- I'm - YOU'RE NOT DEAD!" she finally ground out, staring at him, jaw slack.

The train started to move and they ran into an empty compartment at the end of the train.

"Um, between all the yelling, and the- err- pulling, I don't think I managed to get your name?" whispered Harry as they settled.

Alexandra laughed.

"You can't be serious, have you been living under a rock?" she giggled, playing with a strand of her hair.

"More like a cupboard underneath the stairs..."Harry muttered.

"Oh merlin, you really don't know, do you?"

Harry shook his head no, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"Um, well, I'm Alexandra Lily Potter, um, your twin? And till now I suppose the only survivor of Halloween 1981."

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed."

The two of them laughed simultaneously.

"In all honesty, where have you been?" questioned Alexandra, "I don't exactly want to hog the spotlight, but, um you're supposed to be dead?"

Harry explained his situation at the Dursleys, and how Hagrid came to rescue him.

"A cupboard under the stairs? THEY KEPT THE BOY WHO LIVED IN A CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS?!"

Harry nodded sheepishly.

"I think Uncle Severus had told me a bit about our mum, I don't think she had a great relationship with her sister, anyways, but to keep her nephew in a cupboard under the stairs! Merlin, the authorities would throw her in Azkaban, muggle or not!"

Harry just nodded, very confused.

"Does anyone else know, about the cupboard situation, apart from Hagrid of c-"

She was cut off with the door sliding open and a very freckled ginger boy poking his head in.

"Oi, Alex you got any space in this compartment? I think the rest are full."

"You're hardly leaving me a choice," she replied rolling her eyes as Ron sat beside her, putting his trunk in the compartment above.

"You've seriously lived at Hogwarts? How's that even possible, I thought it was only for 11 years and above-" Harry asked, with eyes comically magnified by his glasses.

"Who honestly cares about living in Hogwarts, we're gonna be there for the next seven years anyways," huffed Ron rolling his eyes.

"You're just jealous I've spent more time with your brothers than you have!" Alexandra sniped back.

Ron was beginning to turn red, so it was probably for the best that the trolley lady cut in.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?"

They were practically rolling in sweet wrappers by the time there was a knock on their door.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one. "she asked, her bushy hair reminding Alex of a rather irate Hairy Mcboon.

"Neville? As in Longbottom? I met his grandmother last summer at the solistice, I'm afraid there are no toads in this compartment, unless you count carrots over there." Alex replied pointing towards Ron, who was currently stuffing his mouth with a chocolate frog.

"You're Alexandra Potter!" she exclaimed, taking a seat beside Harry.

"Pleasure to meet you, what's your name, I don't believe we've met?"

"I'm Hermione Granger-"

"A mugglebor-"

"Oh shut it Alex." Ron said looking rather exasperated.

Alex simply sneered and turned towards the window.

"That would make you Harry Potter," she said, turning her attention towards the black haired boy.

"Er, yeah, nice to meet you."

"Do you really have a, well, a you-know?"

He simply lifted his fringe and laughed,

"Aunt Petunia says its unsightly," he grinned

Hermione didn't seem to quite understand etiquette that stated if one has sneered at you they clearly do not care for acquaintance, however, she pressed on, turning towards Alex again.

"Can either of you do any magic? I've read all of my textbooks already as well as Hogwarts a History twice and I was wondering if-"

"Well," drawled Alex, "-if you've truly Hogwarts a History, surely you would know that the statute of secrecy states-"

"That no witch or wizard under the age of 17 can perform magic outside of Hogwarts, especially infront of muggles, but I suppose the train compartment doesn't quite count as outside does it?"

Alex blinked twice, once at a loss for words.

"Well, I suppose not."

Hermione hmphed and turned towards Harry once more, quickly repairing his glasses as the four of them turned towards amicable conversation.

Well until they got onto the topic of sorting, anyways.

"So, how do they sort the students? They weren't exactly clear in the book."

"Of course not, Fred and George told me that they'd make you pass a series of challenges, and your house depended on how you passed them. I bet Slytherins would cheat their way through!"

Alex snorted.

"Slytherin? Is that like evil? No-one seems to like it much." asked Harry.

"You mean all these Gryffindor arse-hats don't. I for one am sure to be put into Slytherin. The sorting hat told me once himself."

"THE WHAT" yelled Ronald.

"Are you deaf now? Oh merlin, I wasn't supposed to let that slip. Anyways, the sorting hat is basically a mind reading hat and it like, gets into your head and sorts you based on your thoughts."

"Bollocks." said Ron.

"Well, it's true."

"Bet you a knut it isn't."

"What on earth am I to do with your knuts, Ronald?" she responded drily, "I want your Morgana frog card."

Ron paused.

"Deal."

"I still don't understand the houses, what's a jigglypoll?' asked Harry, oblivious as ever.

"A jigglypoll?- OH FOR MERLINS SAKE HE MEANS A HUFFLEPUFF" giggled Alex.

"Um, yeah, what's so funny."

Ronald stopped laughing for a minute.

"Well, everyone thinks Hufflepuffs are practically useless, so it's pretty common to forget their name Harry."

"Oh."

"They're not USELESS! I have plenty of Hufflepuff friends, they're good finders and loyal friends!" retorted Alex laughing.

"Yeah, who'd truly pick good finders over brave?"

"Anyone with a good head on their shoulder."

"HEY GUYS STILL HAVEN'T ANSWERED THE QUESTION!"

"Oh alright," started Hermione.

"Ravenclaws pride themselves on wit and creativity. Slytherins are cunning and pride themselves on self preservation. They're not evil per se, but do tend to lean towards the dark arts, especially since the first wizarding war and you-know-who."

"And Gryffindors are the best house ever." finished Ron. "We're brave and chivalrous and all my family's been Gryffindor. However, Percy might've ended up a Ravenclaw with how much he studies, he wants to be in the ministry one day."

"Isn't ambition a Slytherin quality?" asked Alex, arching an eyebrow.

Ron began to splutter until Hermione pointed out the faint outline of the castle.

Filled with towers and turrets, it truly looked magical under the moonlight. The reflection looked like submerged stars and there was a mysterious tentacle underneath the murky black waters.

That made sense. Black lake, doesn't the squid release black ink?

Finally, after what seemed like hours of anticipation, the train rolled to a stop and the children made their way towards the boats.