917brat requested: Bill/fem!Harry pairing or a Charlie/FemHarry pairing with a wrong sibling who lived twist

(No Horcuxes)

Daisy Mae Potter watched with blank eyes as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry burned to the ground. The only noise for miles was the crackle of the flames; every other soul was either dead or long gone

Mark James Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived. His Gender, his name (the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal), and scar told Dumbledore that he was The Chosen One. Mark received all the training, all the public's attention and most of the love. Daisy was no one.

Dumbledore forgot that prophecies don't always differentiate genders and that "he" and "him" are default pronouns when gender is unknown. Dumbledore forgot not all "marks" and scars are visible. Dumbledore and the whole wizarding world forgot Mark wasn't the only baby I the room when Voldemort attacked.

Daisy grew up with much less love than Mark. No, Lily and James were not abusive or cruel, but they were forgetful. They loved Daisy, but when Mark was in the room, she was draped in his shadow. Daisy never blamed her parents; they were terrified Mark would die trying to kill Voldemort.

Their worst fears became a reality.

As Mark fell to Avada Kedavra, chaos rose among the remaining wizards. Their Chosen One was dead. They were doomed; no one could defeat The Dark Lord! And as Mark's body fell to the ground, something inside Daisy snapped. Her brother (her arrogant, selfish brother who cursed Michael Conner for making her cry) was dead. Voldemort would not hesitate to kill her, her mom and dad, her Charlie…

In that moment, Daisy drew her wand and casted a series of spells as fast as she could, baring thinking of which ones to use. Stunner, tripping jinx, cutting curse, banishing charm, and Fiendfyre, one after another. Voldemort, too busy gloating, didn't even glance at the powerless Potter girl. The Stunner froze him, the tripping jinx sent him into the cutting curse neck first, the banishing charm pushed his body back, and the Fiendfyre destroyed what remained. The Girl-Without-Training killed Dark Lord Voldemort with spells every seventh year knows (though the Fiendfyre was taught to them all by Mark in Sixth year just in case).

But the ending was far from perfect. The Fiendfyre spread beyond Voldemort's remains to other bodies and to Hogwarts itself. People were panicking and still fighting despite the Dark Lord's death. More people were killed in the after panic then the last three Death Eater raids before the war ended. Hogwarts was still burning two days later. The ministry called her a hero, the Woman-Who-Won, but such a high cost was attached to her victory.

There was a pop behind her. Daisy didn't move, her eyes locked on Hogwarts' flames. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind. She felt a kiss to the top of her head. Daisy let her eyes fall shut. "Hello Charlie," she murmured. His arms tightened in response. They stayed that way, listening to their heartbeats and the flames.

"I…I miss them." Daisy whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Mark, arrogant Mark, who came to her for support and help during the Tri-Wizard Tournament, looking so vulnerable and scared. Luna, asking her with dazed eyes why everyone seemed to be infected with Nargles? Percy, telling off the twins for ruining her potions homework. Jordan, making Quidditch twice as fun for everyone involved. Terry Boot, tutoring her in History in exchange for Defense help. Her father, handing her the Marauder's Map, telling her "Your brother gets into enough trouble with my old cloak, he doesn't need this too. Besides, it's only far you each get something. Just share if he needs it, okay?"

All of them and so many more are gone forever.

"I miss them too." Charlie whispered back. A few moments passed in silence.

"I'm ready." Daisy told him. Ready to leave, ready to live her life for those who couldn't, ready to try and move on.

The two apparated away. They would leave England and leave all its drama and sadness behind. A calm(ish) new life in Romania awaits the two. And if they ever needed drama, they could always adopt a baby dragon or two.