The Price of Love Rewrite

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; all credits go to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this!

Jamie is the youngest son of the Potters, the Boy-Who-Lived. His older brother is Harry Potter, a boy who will do whatever it takes to protect his family. How far will Harry go to protect Jamie as the war continues across magical Britain? The prophecy is told once again and the truth is then revealed. (Rewrite of original The Price of Love)

AN: Prepare yourselves. 'Cause I struggled with writing this chapter. It's not my favourite chapter to write*sighs* but it'll have to do for now.

Dialogue from memory"

Thoughts

Where am I?

That was the first thought that entered Jaime's head after his free-falling through the dark substance of the pensieve.

Jaime slowly stood, feeling slightly disoriented from his fall. He was thankful however that his vision cleared, allowing him to make out what exactly laid before his very eyes.

He was in a forest, one that he recognized after his many daring adventures through its haunting trees and dark atmosphere. The loud howl that he heard in the distance was also a familiar sign. Jaime Potter knew that this was none other than the Forbidden Forest. The very same one he and his friends ran through as they were being chased by an enraged Moony and several dementors. Third year was like every other year in Hogwarts for Jaime, it was just as life-threatening. It seemed to be that Harry was right; Hogwarts really didn't know how to prevent child endangerment.

Jaime let out a small chuckle at the thought as he leaned on a nearby tree. Quickly focusing back to the task at hand he looked around at his surroundings. The familiar sight of the trees was expected but just as he turned around to face the other tree he was leaning on, his eyes were immediately blinded by a bright light.

The white light blinded Jaime briefly as he collapsed into a nearby fern bush, he was too surprised at his loss of vision. Of course, that wasn't enough however as he heard that all too familiar voice that made him freeze.

"I know you're there, you can stop hiding."

Was he talking to me? Jaime wondered. No, it couldn't be, he thought.

And yet, as curiosity finally won over Jaime, he cautiously stood up once again when his vision finally cleared. When he walked out from behind the tree and directly into the light, he watched as the said light dimmed.

The figure holding the light, the Lumos, was clearing up to the familiar face of his brother.

"Harry?" Jaime called out, not entirely sure if it was truly his brother that stood before him.

He was just as Jaime remembered him before the war, he was albeit younger though. Harry looked exactly like their father, even wearing similar wire-rimmed glasses. The only exception was that Harry had the same emerald eyes of their mother. Those very same eyes seemed to have softened at the sight of him and Jaime watched Harry lower his holly and phoenix feather wand away from him. The Lumos started to dim to the point where Harry cancelled the spell entirely.

When the light vanished completely Jaime could just make out a sad smile wounding its way onto his lips.

"So you've finally decided to show up," Harry said while pocketing his wand.

Jaime couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

Harry let out a small chuckle at his response. Harry's reaction had Jaime realize something. He could see me, Jaime thought. But how?

He didn't have time to ponder it however as he noticed Harry walking closer towards him. At the very same time, he picked up the sound of a loud snap-like sound of a broken branch in the distance. Of course, Jaime ignored the eerie sound as he noticed that his brother was getting closer and closer to him. It was so that Harry was just within an arms reach now.

"Harry?" He cried out, just wondering what his brother was doing.

He tried to step back just as it seemed that Harry was about to crash into him at the last second as his brother didn't seem to be stopping his fast pace walk towards him.

"Harry!" Jaime called out again, raising his hand in front of him just as they were about to crash.

Or so he thought, however.

Like Jaime's several years in Hogwarts, he compared this moment to when he walked right through Nearly Headless Nick. Although, unlike in his school days when he felt an icy coldness when the Gryffindor ghost passed him, what Jaime felt instead he thought was much worse.

Emptiness. Jaime felt empty as he watched his brother walk through him. In shock, he turned around to watch the retreating form of his brother.

It's a memory, Jaime, what did you expect?

A voice echoed deep within the darkest corners of his mind.

It was that very same voice that reminded Jaime what exactly lay before him. It wasn't really his brother, but his memory. After all, he entered the pensieve, what else was he supposed to expect. Harry being alive? No, that wasn't possible, he saw Harry die right in front of him, even magic couldn't bring the dead back.

Jaime looked up to gaze at the pensieve memory of his brother, only to freeze in shock once again as he saw Harry approach a figure he could barely make out in the darkness.

Harry strode confidently through the thick vegetation of the forest floor, his footsteps echoing at the occasional rustle of a nearby bush. The sound of his footsteps halted however when he finally reached his destination.

It was a person, Jaime thought. She in fact, as Jaime could make out her slim figure underneath the large black hooded cloak that she wore.

Walking closer to get a better look, Jaime followed his brother's previous footsteps. He was then able to get a better view of the mysterious hooded woman that his brother approached.

The woman wore a large and dark cloak with a hood that covered most of the upper half of her face. The dim light that managed to reach the forest floor didn't seem to help matters as it only caused Jaime to see shadows under the woman's hood. Occasionally, she would tilt her head enough for him to catch a big smile that seemed to widen the closer Jaime's brother approached.

Looking at his brother Harry, the woman slowly bent over, delivering a mocking bow. "Well I have been summoned," she said, Jaime could tell her tone held a hint of amusement.

His brother responded with a small laugh and a shake of his head while replying,

"So you're calling it a summons now?"

Jaime noted that memory Harry seemed to be talking to the mysterious woman as not a stranger, but possibly an acquaintance.

"Well it is a summons," the woman shot back haughtily. The strange woman turned away from Jaime's brother to approach a pond not far away from the clearing that Jaime had first arrived in when he entered the pensieve.

"It's not." Harry huffed, walking after the hooded figure. Standing to her left, Harry seemed to be watching her as she kneeled down close to the water, her right hand brushing over the water's surface. Not once did she glance at Harry, making Jaime believe that she was blatantly ignoring him.

Harry didn't seem to be in the least bit perturbed, however, as if he was used to her somewhat brazen attitude. Harry merely let out a familiar sigh; one that Jaime had heard many times. Expressing his resignation, Jamie watched as Harry took a step back and sat down on a nearby boulder.

The two were silent for a moment, not one of them dared to break it. Harry and the woman, who Jaime had yet to identify seemed lost in thought like they both would rather be somewhere else at the moment.

It was a comfortable silence that seemed to have surrounded the two that had made Jaime start to wonder. Just who was this woman? Judging by the memory Harry looked to be maybe in his fifth- no, sixth year. Jaime could tell immediately as he caught sight of Harry's left hand which was carefully bandaged since the summer break after his brother's fifth year.

Jaime remembered that day like it had only been yesterday. His brother returned from his weekly outings to Merlin knows where. It was on one particular night Jaime remembered how he caught sight of his brother in his room, hissing in pain as he wrapped his left hand in bandages.

What happened to you?

It's nothing, Jaime.

No, it's not!

It was a potions accident.

It's not, stop lying to me, Harry!

Jaime shook his head, now was not the time to think about that. He needed to focus. If this was Harry's sixth year, it meant this memory occurred the same year as the Triwizard tournament. And yet the way his brother seemed to interact with the woman suggested that Harry may have known her way before that.

And yet why is it you've never seen her before? A voice echoed in his mind. Sure, it wasn't like he knew everyone who his brother seemed to interact with. But Jaime couldn't help but think that he should have at least known who's face was underneath the hood. For all Jaime knew, the woman could be an Order member, not some person that his brother had met recently. The two seemed to have known each other for a while now and Jaime knew for a fact that his brother was, in reality, a very detached person.

Sure, Harry was kind and didn't purposely ignore anyone, but that was only to the point of being polite. Not many knew it, but as Harry's younger brother, Jaime knew his brother the older he got, seemed to distance himself, not just to his closest friends, but also his family. It was why their fight at the end of Harry's seventh year was just bound to happen.

So who was she? And also, why was this particular memory in the pensieve, the voice in Jaime's head silently added.

Just what exactly was Harry trying to hide?

His brother was the first to break the silence between him and the unknown woman. Softly asking,

"Is there no other way?"

The woman seemed to understand what Harry meant as she stood up and turned around to give him a mocking smirk,

"Around the prophecy? No."

Before Harry could make a move to speak she continued, Jaime noted that her voice took on a more serious tone, "One of them must die, that is what the prophecy decreed."

Jaime tensed as he listened into their conversation. What in Merlin's name were they talking about? What prophecy?

Jaime was starting to get really confused, it didn't help when he heard Harry's next question.

"So my brother will die?"

Jaime's eyes widened, Harry didn't sound like he was joking, in fact, his voice wavered slightly like he was starting to believe the nonsense as well.

"Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. At least one of them must die at the hand of the other." The woman then added, "Should the Chosen One stated in the prophecy fail, then yes your brother will die.

Jaime couldn't believe what he was hearing. To think there was a prophecy about him, the supposed Chosen One. Apparently, the title he was dubbed by the media at the end of his fifth year wasn't exactly some made up name by the journalists on the spot like his stupid title the Boy-Who-Lived. No, the Chosen One was his title as to put it simply, he was really the Chosen One of this damn prophecy that his brother and that strange woman seemed to know about. And according to her, the prophecy basically dictated that it would be him against Voldemort to the death.

And in the end, only one of them would make it out alive.

At the moment, Jaime realized he wasn't the least bit surprised. After all, he should've known. His own fate seemed to be tied with Voldemort since that night in Godric's Hollow when he apparently vanquished the dark lord. It seemed fate wasn't done playing with him yet.

After a long moment of pondering her words carefully, Jaime watched as his brother's eyes seemed to widen in shock and realization.

"There's more isn't there? To the prophecy I mean?"

Jaime watched as the mysterious woman laughed from beneath her hood. She took a step closer to Harry, then exposing her pale hands from beneath her cloak. Both of her hands grabbed the edge of her long cloak grabbed the edge of her dark cloak to prevent it from snagging onto a nearby bush. It was at that sudden movement, that Jaime noticed a rather peculiar thing about the unknown woman.

Her dark cloak was not exactly whole. As Jaime examined her cloak further, he immediately noted a large portion of it at the bottom left corner that was dragged onto the forest floor was missing. What was left was a huge tear that could have easily been overlooked due to the dark robe that she wore underneath that blended well with the said cloak.

What happened there, Jaime briefly wondered.

He watched the woman answer his brother's question, her tone reprimanding,

"Not exactly. The prophecy is quite simple compared to many others. It's just the way you people interpret them that makes it seem…. difficult, complicated or like you said something more to it."

Harry looked at her, "What do you mean interpreted wrong? I know the prophecy states someone who has the power to destroy Voldemort."

"Surely as determined as you are now you should have figured it out sooner."

As he watched the memory, Jaime shook his head in confusion. Looking over at his brother, he discovered he wasn't the only one confused at her remark. Harry's eyes were practically furrowed in confusion and he was currently running his hand through his hair, a clear sign that he was getting annoyed.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh, "Just say it already. It's clear I don't know what you're talking about."

A strange smile seemed to wound its way onto the woman's lips as she took a seat beside Harry. She shifted into a comfortable position on the rock and tucked her knees close to her chest. Then, clearing her throat, Jaime waited with bated breath as she finally made a move to take off her hood to reveal the rest of her face.

It was a pale face and long dark hair. Her eyes were a dead giveaway that she was indeed not human, much less a witch for Jaime had never seen anyone bearing cloudy white eyes with no pupils before. Thinking about it, they were quite unnerving to look at and somewhat reminded him of the Thestrals eyes. Didn't they have cloudy white eyes with no pupils too? Perhaps she was a magical creature?

"Tell me, Harry, did Dumbledore tell you exactly what the prophecy entailed?"

If the woman wasn't human, just who or exactly was she? Jaime didn't need to wait long however as the next words that came out of his brother's mouth seemed to have answered it.

Her name.

"What does Dumbledore have to do with this, Death

The woman- no, being's name was Death?!

What exactly was Harry doing, talking to her of all people? And what did it have to do with this prophecy and Professor Dumbledore exactly?

Jaime really needed answers.

AN: I know it's been a while. This stories almost done and I'm both excited and nervous.

What has Harry been up to before his demise?

Will Jaime find out?

What's going to happen to Remus?

Dobby?

Why is Dumbledore involved?

Hmmmmm...

Maybe I should write a one shot that's like a prequel. I dunno ;)