Hello again! Thanks to those of you who have reviewed! You're the best.

Oh and I forgot to mention that this story excludes the 6th book because well it just does. And yes I realize Harry was being very OOC but don't freak, he returns to his normal Harry self. (hehehe!) So anyway enjoy!

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Having Harry's Destiny- Two in One

The group slowly began to regain consciousness. At first they couldn't remember what they were doing on the floor, or how they had gotten into the living room. Then the previous events came flooding back into their minds. They scrambled to their feet

"HARRY!" Hermione exclaimed as she struggled to stand. They scanned the room but no ghostly figure was found.

"NO!" Hermione sobbed. "No…" Ron went to put his arm around her but froze in mid-action.

"Megan…" Everyone followed his gaze to the crumpled figure on the floor. She wasn't moving. They moved slowly toward her, afraid of what they might find. Mrs. Weasley timidly sat down beside her and slowly reached out her hand until it hovered above her shoulder. She paused for a second and then gentle clasped her shoulder and turned her onto her back. Everyone gasped.

Megan's once light brown hair was now black. Her face seemed to have changed as if someone had slightly altered it. But what caught their attention was the scar. It was Harry's scar. Harry's scar was on this girl's forehead. Well it was much fainter then Harry's scar but it was still Harry's scar.

"She looks like…Harry." One of the twins whispered. And yes, she did look like Harry. But the truth was she looked like Megan too. It was like with grandparents. The mother's parents insist that the child looks like their daughter while the father's parents insist that the child looks like their son. In reality the child in a mixture of both, half-and-half. The same was true with this girl. The people present saw Harry because they had known him longer and were closer to him. Had someone from Megan's family or one of her close friends been there they would have said that the girl looked like Megan. If Megan and Harry had had a daughter together she would have looked like this girl.

The girl began to stir slightly. Then her face contorted into an expression of pain and confusion. She began to scream. It was a scream of defeated pain and victorious triumph, terrible death and glorious rebirth. It was two people screaming, shouting, crying but it all came out of one mouth, distorting the sound with ghastly effects. The people in the room clamped their hands over their ears trying to dampen the horrific sound. Lupin knelt beside her and began shaking her with a gentle urgency. Her eyes flew open. Everyone stared in shock. Her eyes were green. They were darker then Harry's but still green. She sat stock still for a few seconds, staring ahead, then she began to twitch and convulse. She grabbed at her head and pulled at her hair. She was mumbling incoherently. Lupin and Mrs. Weasley tried to restrain her and get her to calm down.

"Megan." Mrs. Weasley said firmly. As if on cue a figure appeared floating behind the girl, well, more like half a figure. It reminded them of the figure of Harry they had seen earlier, which was odd because it looked nothing like that figure. Harry had been dull and vague, mist and shadow, where as this figure as clearly visible and shown with a faint light. The light brown hair, brown eyes and pale tan skin was easy to make out. It was Megan, or least half of her. She had been torn in half like a piece of material torn with bare hands leaving a ragged edge. They stepped back in horror. Her brown eye was full of sorrow, pain, and anger.

"So what do you think of your precious angel Harry now?" Megan fumed. "LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME! HE split my soul in two…and he didn't even do it completely." It was then they noticed the small thread of light connected the girl in Mrs. Weasley's arms to the specter of Megan. The girl had stopped thrashing about and was now shaking slightly.

"It was necessary." The girl said. There was something about the voice that pulled at the back of their minds but they pushed it away.

"Necessary? NECESSARY?" The figure screeched. "You just weren't ready to accept death. You wanted your life back no matter how much pain it cost me! And trust me there is no greater pain know to the living or the dead then getting your soul split in two!" The girl opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Her face twisted and her head jerked back and to the side. Then both the girl and the specter spoke simultaneously.

"You shut up!" they hissed. "You had the power outside of my body but inside my body a live soul is stronger then a dead one." The body shook slightly and then was still. The girl looked up slowly and for the first time looked at the people around her. The specter behind her disappeared.

"I need to go to my room," the girl said softly. "I…I need to think….to figure this out." No one said anything. She slowly began to rise but fell back to the floor with a thud. Lupin rushed to help her. She leaned heavily on his arm but did not take her eyes off the floor. No one spoke a word as he led her out of the room and returned a few minutes later alone.

"Uuuuhh…" Ron said breaking the silence. "Somebody care to explain to me what just happened?" Everyone exchanged glances looking for an explanation.

"Well from what I could make out," Dumbledore said. "Harry must of somehow connected himself to Megan when he died and assuming he knew that she wouldn't be strong enough to defeat Voldemort, his dead soul apparently came back and tried split Megan's live soul in two so he could share her body." He took a breath. "So the girl we saw was actually both Megan and Harry in the same body." They sat in stunned silence for a several minutes.

"Wait!" Ron snapped out of his stupor. "Did you say Harry was in her body? Harry's alive?"

"Now Mr. Weasley don't get to excited." Dumbledore cautioned. "It's not just Harry, it's Megan too. We must be careful how we treat them. We must treat them equally, and yes I realize that will be difficult to do seeing as Harry was your best friend and you hardly knew Megan. But if Megan's sacrifice, unwilling as it may have been, is to have been in vain and this situation is going to work then they must be able to coexist peacefully within the one body. That means they must get along with one another and us giving one special treatment will not help at all." He looked around the room at the faces full of both fear and hope. "Right now they need time to learn how to exist together. Let them be for a while. Let them come back to us."

Days passed. "The girl," as they had come to call her, staid in her room. Occasionally they would hear crashes and screams. Sometimes when they walked past the door they could hear mumbling inside. Mrs. Weasley would place a tray of food inside the door at mealtime and would bring it back to the kitchen later barely touched. One evening Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny if she would take the tray up for her. She warned her not to disturb the girl, just to set the tray down and leave.

Ginny approached the door cautiously. Just sit the tray down and leave. she mentally reminded herself. She had to put the tray down in order to open the door. Her hand grasped the knob and slowly turned. She gasped. The room was a wreck. Furniture was knocked over, mirrors and vases shattered, clothes everywhere. Then her eyes landed on the girl. Her heart broke at the sight. She was still wearing the same clothes she had when Ginny had last seen her only they were ripped, disheveled, and even bloody. Her hair was a mess and going every which way. She was sitting on the bed clutching a pillow to her chest. Great sobs shock her small body. Ginny couldn't take it, she shoved the tray in, slammed the door and ran to her room and threw herself onto her bed. Well it wasn't just her room; she shared it with Hermione who happened to be setting on the other bed having a half-hearted game of wizard chess with Ron. They immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to Ginny.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked setting down beside her. Ginny could only shake her head through the tears. Hermione softly stroked her hair until she calmed down.

"What happened Gin?" Ron asked. She sat up and crossed her legs Indian style.

"Mum asked me to take the tray up to HER because she had some important stuff to do or something…."

"Did something happen?" Hermione coaxed.

"It was horrible." Ginny sobbed. "I saw her…she was crying…. in soo much pain it was unbearable to look at her. I was reminded of how she had screamed and cried and begged and how Harry was so cold. I always thought he was soo kind and caring." She shook her head. "How could he have done that to her? How could he have been so cruel and heartless? HOW? HOW?" She pounded her fist on the bed. Ron and Hermione looked at each other but found no answers only a reflection of the same pained and confused questions that Ginny voiced.

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